Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day - Part 4

Imagine:

Shawn's POV:

The words slipped out of her mouth so easily, almost like she planned on leaving. She wriggles free from my grip. I watch her leave towards her bedroom and follow her and realise she's packing her things.

"Why are you packing?" I ask.

She ignores me.

"Why are you packing Y/n? This is your home, I should be the one leaving."

I watch her take her clothes off and she changes into a hoodie and leggings. She takes off the hoodie realising it's mine and changes into a sweatshirt. She groans loudly and yanks it off as it was also mine.

"Why the hell do I have no clothes," she mutters. She pulls out a cropped lacey top from her bag and puts it on.

"You are not wearing that and going out." I say sternly.

She laughs sarcastically at me. "Give me a break Mendes. Oh wait, I am going on a break aren't I? So you can go back to your other girlfriend now." She bites her lip as soon as the words slip out and looks sad.

Her words make me flinch and scared, scared that Y/n's actually leaving me. And I don't know for how long.

She ties her hair back into a bun and zips her bag up as if she means business.

I swallow back tears. "Are you really doing this?"

She looks at me and I see her eyes are starting to get tearful. "I have to," she whispers.

"No you don't," I say, walking towards Y/n. Her body looks small and fragile. I close my arms around her to stop her from shivering. "Please, we can both forget about the past-"

"No, I need time to think Shawn. You didn't give me the answer I needed, only a drunk man's story I find hard to believe-"

"But it's the truth!" I defend myself.

She turns around and looks up at me, her eyes full of hurt and sadness. "Deep down I know you're telling the truth Shawn, but I still can't bring myself forward to face the truth of yesterday."

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She picks up her bag and walks past me. I grab one of my hoodies from the closet and follow after Y/n.

I reach for her bandaged hand and squeeze it lightly. "I'm being serious Y/n, don't just wear that and go out." I help Y/n into my hoodie and roll the sleeves up for her. I lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes. "I don't want you to go," I whisper.

"I don't want to either," Y/n whispers back. My lips find hers and we kiss for a long time. She pulls away and opens the door.

"I love you Shawn."

"I love you too Y/n."

And she shuts the door. I place my hand in my pocket and take out the small heart shaped box, wondering how it all went wrong.