Shawn Mendes Imagines

XV ✧ THE WINDOW

requested by @_caitlin_mendes_xx

prompts requested
10: "babe, you have a problem, please, let me help you."
15: "can i kiss you?"
20: "could you be happy here with me?"
67: "how could anyone be that cruel?"

T R I G G E R  W A R N I N G:  A B U S E !

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  The moonlight seeped through my window as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to numb the pain, not only physically, but emotionally.

  Everything hurt, but the pain seemed to disappear at a quarter to one A.M, when he climbed in through my window. It was a usual thing for us. He would come over and we would talk about everything, but he didn't know.

  He didn't know that behind this smile that I always put on for him, were a million screams, and I wanted to tell him, but I knew how Shawn was. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. Even if those things were outside of his character.

  "Hi, gorgeous." He whispered. I gave him a closed-mouthed smile, making him raise an eyebrow as he took a seat on my bed. "You okay?"

  I nodded. "Yea, I'm fine." I winced slightly as I sat down next to him on the bed. My body stiffened, hoping he didn't notice.

  "Y/n." shit.

  "Yeah?" I gave him the most innocent look that I could, but I wanted nothing more than to break down into his arms. I wanted him to know, but that would only make things worse

  "You're not okay." He tilted my chin with his index fingers. His topaz eyes now stared into mine. Making me vulnerable. A tear quickly slipped down my cheek. I watched as his mouth slightly parted, as if he was in shock.

  "I think you should go, Shawn." My words came out as a barely coherent mumble. One of his large hands grasped both of mine.

  "Babe, you have a problem, please, let me help you. Tell me what's wrong." I pried myself from his grasp, now covering my face so he wouldn't see me in my weak state. 

  "Please just leave."

  "I-" he didn't even finish his sentence before standing up. I didn't get to look at him, but I could tell by his tone of voice that he was hurt. He was trying to help me and I pushed him away.

  We didn't talk for a few weeks after that. It hurt me more than anything. I needed him, but I ruined it. Just like everything else.

  Now here I was again, silently sobbing into my pillow, wishing that he would come through the window, but the visitor that I got wasn't Shawn.

  My stepfather swung my door open. Stumbling into my room clumsily. "You're drunk." I said quietly. I sat up and clutched my duvet to my chest, as if I was naked. Because that was how he made me feel.

  Vulnerable, exposed.

  "I fucking know that." He slurred. He walked over to me. "Why are you still awake, little one?" My stomach churned in disgust.