Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day Part 3

Imagine:

I stumble out of the lift and Nash catches my arm before I fall. I giggle as I get back up on my feet and saunter up to the door. I fumble around for my keys and unlock the door. The lights switch on and blind me for a few minutes. I open my eyes and see Shawn infront of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I scream at him. I walk up to him and push him. "Why aren't you with your new girlfriend huh?"

He looks past me and his eyes flicker with anger before looking at me again.

"Why is he here?" Shawn says darkly.

I laugh. "And how many times do I have to tell you? He's been looking after me-"

"Then what's the picture on Instagram?"

I walk past him to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water.

"Y/n? Don't ignore me!"

I slam the glass on the counter, making it spill down the side and seep through my bandage.

"Hey, what happened to your hand?" He comes and takes my bandaged hand in his. "I thought Nash was supposed to be looking after you?" He asks sarcastically.

I snatch my hand away from him. "Oh, now you care about me huh Shawn? Did you not care about me when you were snogging another girl?"

"Hey guys calm-"

Shawn turns around. "You're still here?"

Nash raises his hands in the air. "Dude, I'm not gonna leave-"

"No, I think you should. Thanks for dropping Y/n off and looking after her for me." He escorts Nash out of the apartment and slams the door shut before he can say anything else.

"That was rude Shawn," I say bluntly.

"I think it's more rude when you don't answer my calls and messages. Y/n, I've been worried sick. You don't respond back to me, and when I come home to surprise you for Valentine's Day and talk about things, you're not even here!"

I turn away from him.

"And then I see the picture Nash posted from today, and I thought it was a joke to get me back for what I did. But then you come back late with him, all drunk and happy... happy without me."

My heart sinks. "You know I'm happiest with you Shawn... but that video..." my voice trails to silence as the words catch in my throat. I sit down on a stool and drink the water I poured for myself. "I don't think you feel the same way about me..."

"Y/n, stop being so stupid. You know I love you, and I wouldn't want to hurt you at all-"

"Then why did you kiss her?"

"I don't know..."

"That's not good enough Shawn."

"But that's the only answer I can give! I was drunk okay? And, believe me when I say this, I thought it was you. All night I couldn't stop thinking about you, and when I got drunk, I needed you with me. So I kissed Camila thinking it was you, and right after, I realised you weren't with me. As soon as I got back to the hotel I saw the videos and immediately regretted it."

He shows me his hand, which is bandaged. How could I have missed that? He chuckles. "You weren't the only one who got mad. Please Y/n, forget about it."

He comes behind me and hugs me, but my body only stiffens at his touch. I pull away from him.

"I-I can't forget it just like that Shawn. I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I think we need a-"

He turns me around and holds my arms tight. "Don't say it-"

"...a break."