Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day - Part 2

Imagine:

My anger rises inside me. "How am I? How am I? How do you think Shawn? The whole world has seen the video and pictures of you and Camila kissing and having fun. I even watched the awards show and she was sat next to you."

"Y/n, listen-"

"Why should I Shawn? And don't even say it's not real because there's actual proof that it happened!"

"No, honestly, I didn't know it was happening until afterwards. A-and I was drunk."

I laugh. "Drunk? Seriously Shawn? You seemed sober enough to give her a good long snog," I scream at the phone.

I hear Nash coming back. "Woah, what's all the shouting-"

It's Shawn's turn to raise his voice. "Is that Nash? What's he doing there?"

"What do you think Shawn? He's here because you're not! He's looked after me well for the past week whilst you've been keeping quiet and shit-"

"Y/n, please. I know what I did was wrong but-"

"But if I was easily replaceable, why didn't you just leave me Shawn? Why did you have to do it like this instead?"

I try to fight back my tears but I can't. They just pour down my face.

"But I don't want to replace you, I love you Y/n. You know I do."

"Then why did you kiss her?" I ask him quietly.

He sighs. There's silence. He's taking too long to answer. "Truth is Y/n, I'm asking myself the same question."

I hang up. I lean my hands on the marble counter. His last words linger on my mind. Those weren't the words I wanted to hear. I wanted Shawn to say 'I was drunk' or 'it was nothing' but he didn't. I slam my fist multiple times onto the counter and a searing pain shoots up my arm.

"Woah, Woah! Y/n! Stop! Stop! You're bleeding."

Nash runs up to me and sits me on a chair. He rushes around looking for medical supplies and comes back with bandages and alcohol pads.

He cleans my hand carefully and mummifies my aching hand.

"I didn't know you were good at first aid," I say quietly.

"Well, it's needed isn't it for the crazy stuff I do?" He ties the bandage up and smirks at me. "I didn't know you had it in you to do stuff like that."

I sniff and laugh. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

I go to the bathroom and laugh as I see myself in the mirror. No wonder Shawn questioned himself. He's gonna pick someone prettier than me. Who wouldn't?

I soothe my face with cold water as it washes away the tear stains left on my cheeks, and my skin glows in the dim light. I catch Nash walk past, and then he pokes his head round the door.

"Happy Valentine's day by the way. Did you wanna go out for lunch later? To celebrate? Or would you rather stay in?"

I turn around and face him. "Let's go out. It will keep my mind off things."

   I finish getting ready and see Nash is waiting for me on the couch. He smiles at me.

"Aww you look beautiful! Come on, let's go for lunch."

I nod my head and we walk out of the apartment. I suddenly remember what Shawn said yesterday- Keep a look out for the post. My heart sinks at the thought of it.

Nash takes my hand and gices it a squeeze. "Hey, don't look so sad. I promise the food will be good! Come on, let's take a quick snap for Instagram."

He puts an arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, smiling as best as I can. Nash posts it on Instagram and then we set off for lunch together.