Shawn Mendes Imagines

Misunderstanding - Part 2

Note:
So this is the second part for 'Misunderstanding'. I'm really proud of how it turned out, and I hope you love it as well. Also, sorry for being super dead lately, but I'm back and I'll be updating a lot more soon!
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Music:
~ Kiwi by Harry Styles
~ Sweet Creature by Harry Styles

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Shawn's POV
I tried to focus on the road ahead of me, but millions of thoughts rushed uncontrollably through my mind. I couldn't understand why she could even think I would ever cheat on her. And yeah, I admit the whole situaton was quite confusing, but she wouldn't even give me the benefit of the doubt. She just bursted out of the party in the middle of the night and ended up soaking wet.

I forced myself not to think about what could've happened to her if I hadn't gone after her. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and sighed to compose myself, knowing that recalling the events out loud and convincing her I didn't do anything wrong wouldn't be easy at all.

"Fine. I'll explain everything"

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"Hey, guys, I'm gonna head to the restrooms for a second", I told my friends between the sound of the music and people chatting. "Be right back"

They all nodded at me and continued talking as I turned around and approached the stairs. Truth is, I didn't really need to go to the restroom, but I made it up because the party was getting pretty boring, and I kinda wanted to distract myself. The thing is, my girlfriend Amanda wanted to come because her friends would be here, and she asked me to come with. Altough I knew my buddies would be here as well, I wasn't really in a party mood, but she was so eager to see them I couldn't say no. Anyways, I kept climbing up the stairs, my mind busy with wandering senseless thoughts. But instants later, something forced me back to common sense. A girl's scream.

I looked up abruptly and seached for its source. It only took me a few seconds to find a guy forcing a girl to make out with him, and most likely to do other terrible things. They were inside a poorly lit bedroom, and I rushed towards it, feeling every muscle in my body tighten in increasing alarm.

"C'mon, it'll be fun", he taunted into her ear, his grip firm around her forearm.

"Leave me alone", she insisted, but with vague strength. She was clearly very drunk.

So was he, but not enough to give up and let her go, apparently.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, man?", I spat, trying to knock some reason into him. "She told you to leave her alone"

He turned around to face me with a scoff, but still didn't let go of her arm. Instead, he squeezed even harder, making my jaw clench ferociously in rage.

"And what are you gon' do about it, tough guy?", he teased, clearly dismissing the fact I was at least three times his size. His breath smelled like cheap beer, precisely the one I tried to avoid the whole evening.

"I won't say it again. Leave her the fuck alone", I warned through gritted teeth and clenched fists.

He laughed in response, but still didn't release his grip.

So I wiped that stupid smirk of his with a hard, rapid punch. I felt the skin on my knuckles break, and a few stains of blood dripped down my hand. Nonetheless, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as tight as I could and shoved him against the wall, using his poor balance to my advantage.

He raised both hands upwards, fingers strentched, in defeat. I leaned closer to him, my features deadly, until his bloody nose and beaten cheekbones were inches away from my face. "If I see you touching another girl again, it'll be the last time you have fucking hands"

And as soon as I let him go, he ran away from me like the coward he was.

Almost completely forgetting about the girl's prescence in between my anger, I turned around to face her. "Are you okay?"

But instead of responding, she threw herself at me and smashed our lips together, giving me no time to push her away at all. I realized she was drunk as well, but I just hadn't noticed since my focus had been totally on the guy.

"I am now", she responded with a sloppy tone. Her pupils were wide as plates, lips swollen and full of a reddish pigment, probably from kissing God knows how many other dudes. She tried to kiss me again, but I gently shoved her away from me and helped her sit down in the bed behind us.

"Stay here, I'll get you some water, okay?", I said, and headed out of the room and downstairs with a sigh. I really should've stayed home, I thought. But then again, if I wouldn't have been here, who knows what could've happened to that girl?

As the music and sounds of people became clearer, my eyes darted around the house in search of Amanda. Once I localized her group of friends, I didn't see her with them.

"Hey, guys", I called them as I approached the group. "Do you know where Amanda is?"

"I think she left, but she didn't say where", one responded, but I was too out of it to recongize who.

"Okay", I mumbled as I turned around and kept walking at a fast pace. Fearing the worst, I decided that, after getting the drunk girl a glass of water, I'd look for my girlfriend inmediately and finally take us both back home safely.

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"So then, I went outside to see if you were there, and grabbed the car as soon as I saw you walking down the street", I concluded, and heaved a sigh.

She remained silent for what seemed like ages, the tension between us increasingly palpable.

"I-I don't know what to say", she finally spoke, stuttering. She was still wet from the heavy rain, looking exactly like a soaked lost puppy.

"Then don't say anything", I said. "I know the situation was pretty confusing, but you should've trusted me. I want you to know that I'd never, ever cheat on you, Amanda. I'm not that kind of guy"

"I know Shawn, I'm so sorry", she apologized, and I noticed she felt deeply ashamed of herself.

"It's okay", I assured her. "I don't want us to fight anymore"

"Me neither", she agreed, and smiled weakly. "Let's go home"

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     — Lou ☼☽