Your POV
Shawn and I walked around the Mall, window shopping. I noticed a really pretty dress and wanted to look at it. ^^^
"Come on Shawn!" I say, dragging him in.
"Alright!" Shawn laughs.
We go in and I examine it a little closer.
Dang, I want this dress... How much is it though?
I look at the price. My eyes widen, $500!
"I know that look, Y/n. I know you want it." Shawn says.
I chuckle, "But it's way too much money. I couldn't ask for that much!"
"500 dollars... Could've been worse." Shawn says, sing-songy, "Plus, the VMAs are coming up and I want you to go with me!"
I look at him like he was crazy.
"No, it's fine! I have way too many dresses as it is!" I reply.
"I'm getting it for you. Whether you like it or not!" Shawn smiles.
He grabs it and buys it.
•••••
"See, wasn't that bad was it?" Shawn smirks.
"I told you, you did not have to." I say.
"Well, I knew you wanted it and I got it for you." Shawn says kissing my cheek.
He hands me the bag and we head to the parking lot. As we get halfway across the lot and on our way to the car, fans start to crowd us.
"SHAWN!" They scream.
All of them swarm around him, pushing me down in the process.
Ouch...
"Watch it slut!" One with blonde hair yells at me.
Dealt with worse...
They pay no attention to me as I get up. I sigh and run to the car. Shawn tries and makes a break for it as the paparazzi come, but the fans just follow.
Of course, I get knocked down again.
"What did we tell you? Watch it you fat b*tch!" Another girl calls out to me.
Still...dealt with worse.
This time, I can't get up. All the girls and paparazzi are swarming around Shawn. Yeesh, can they give him room to breathe!
I get pushed around, feet blocking me from getting up and getting to the car. I sigh, crossing my arms. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed a little and giving me the opportunity to run. I ran, and behind me I could hear footsteps and shouts.
"Get her!" A fangirl shouts.
I hop in the car and close the door as they close in on me. Finally, safety.
Apparently, the universe hates me because one of the girls tries to break the window. She succeeded.
What the heck did I do to deserve this?
Glass shatters everywhere, a few pieces cutting into my skin. I wince as one large piece digs into my skin and blood oozes out of the cut. I pry it out as it stings like fire licking at your skin.
"Fat!"
"Ugly!"
"Slut!"
"Gold-digger!"
Every mean phrase that was said, was heard. I knew how mean people can get, so it didn't even phase me. Until the last one...
"Heartless!"
No one ever said that to me. Not one soul. I cared about everyone. I was kind and honest to every soul I met. Sure, I had a lot of my personal problems, but I made time for my loved ones. Tears welled up in my eyes. But not one had shed. I'm strong. Sure I had called myself a few of those names that were said, but I never really meant anyone of them.
The car door opened and Shawn hopped in the car. He slammed the door shut and drove off. I moved my arm to turn on the radio, but the tiny and big pieces of glass left stung. I winced as I pulled my hand back to rest on my leg.
"I got it baby." Shawn said.
He turned on our favorite station and I hummed along to the songs that came on. I repeated the word the girl had said.
"Heartless!"
Over and over again.
We arrived home and we got out. We walked in the house and we sat on the couch.
"What did the girls say to you?" Shawn asked.
"Every mean thing imaginable." I chuckled softly.
"Did you believe them?" Shawn asked.
"No." I replied.
"Then why are you looking sad?" He questioned.
"Just a little shook I guess. Not gonna do anything harmful, but I do need help getting the glass out." I said.
"Alright, come on." Shawn said getting up and going to the bathroom.
•••••
We laid down in our bed and Shawn wrapped his arms around me.
"Y/n." He said.
"Yeah Shawn." I replied.
"How come those girls didn't phase you?" Shawn asked, "I mean those were some pretty strong, horrible names..."
"I'm fine I promise." I replied.
"Good, cause I don't want that strong woman I fell in love with going away." He chuckled kissing my head.
"You don't have to worry about that, Shawn." I smile.
We cuddle as we fall asleep...
(Okay, so this thing took a couple hours to write. I decided I wanted to do something like this, but instead of self harm I wanted to do the opposite. Not many of those in imagines books. So here's to a long Imagine!)
