Shawn Mendes Imagines

48. he yells at you

QOTP: what are your goals for 2018?
A: update more often, pass all my courses, and meet my idol <3

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YOUR POV

I pulled into Shawn and I's driveway, watching my headlights fade into the evening sky as I shut off my car.

I tiredly sludge myself into the house - dropping my keys and purse onto the coffee table, and instantly falling back onto the couch.
"babe!" I call, but I get no response.                                                                                                                             I just sigh and stand myself up again, making my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the both of us. Shawn was usually home; he worked in his office for most of the day, but when I would arrive home from work he'd always be there to greet me with a chaste kiss.

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I hummed quietly, my eyes fixed on the window above our kitchen sink. I wasn't exactly the best cook in the world, but at least I tried. After being married for almost 5 years, I still loved putting effort into simple tasks like attempting to cook meals for us, or even arranging surprises for him occasionally. Tonight I decided to make a tuna casserole; though it didn't look as appetizing as I thought it would, I just hoped it tasted better than it looked.

As I continued to space out, I blinked my eyes, diverting my eyes from the window to the pile of dirty utensils and dishes sitting on the counter.  As I bent down to open the dishwasher door, I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

I spring up quickly, and wrap my arms around his torso, "hey love," I greet him with a small smile. He just nods, shuffling out of my grip and  towards the dinner table, where he sat down and began typing on his phone.
I looked at him skeptically, but decided to brush it off - perhaps he had a rough day in the office.

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"How was your day?" I asked, placing a plate of the tuna casserole in front of him.
He leans back in his chair, picking up his fork and poking at the casserole. "Fine, I guess," he replies.
I place my plate down and sit across from him, picking up my fork, "are you okay? you seem irritated."

Shawn puts his fork down, sighing, "can you just shut up for like a minute? You ask way too many questions."
This time it was me who put my fork down. "What the hell is your problem?" I scoff, crossing my arms as my eyes focussed on his. I watch his expression change into distraught as he abruptly stood from his seat.
"You are!" He yells rather loudly, "I work all frickin day, and I come out only to see this pile of shit on my plate; please do us all a favour and just stop cooking!"

I stand from my seat, completely astonished by his outburst. "I get that you're stressed, but I work all day too, Shawn! I hardly ever get a break because I still have to come home and cook for you! The least you could do is be appreciative," I retaliate, my voice beginning to crack.

Shawn doesn't say anything. I look at him with sad and hurt eyes, "you know what, I wasn't even hungry anyways. Enjoy your dinner," I sniff, quickly running up the stairs and shutting our bedroom door.

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A/N: thank you all sm for 70K reads! I'm actually screaming :') It would be such a dream for this book to hit 100k reads!! but nonetheless, i hope yall had a good week! i love u all sm <3

love always,

- Allie