Shawn Mendes Imagines

Fights

{Y/N's POV}

"Shawn!" I yelled.

"What?" He groaned from his office.

"Come into the kitchen," I replied. I heard him sigh and a few moments later, he trudged into the kitchen.

"What?" He asked before sitting down at the table.

"How old are you?" I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"22..." He said more like a question. I threw the towel I had in my hand onto the counter before nodding.

"So you're 22 and cant clean up after yourself?" He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Is this really important? I have no idea what you're talking about and I have songs to write," He said. I grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the sink full of dishes.

"Is there a reason all of these are in here?" I asked while crossing my arms over my chest.

"Have you ever thought that they were you?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head.

"Can't you just take responsibility for your shit?" I asked, beginning to yell. He held his arms up in surrender making me even more annoyed.

"They're just plates and cups, what's your problem?" He mumbled before turning on the faucet.

"My problem is that you've been in your office non-stop for the past month!" I yelled

"I think you're forgetting that this is my job,
Y/N. You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to me." He fought back. I ran my hand through my hair.

"I thought you'd spend some time with me at least!" My eyes burned as I blinked the tears away.

"So that's what this is about. You're not getting any attention. That's all you ever wanted, isn't it?" he laughed coldly. I threw a towel at his head before stomping up the stairs.

•••
A few hours later

"Y/N," Shawn said softly before knocking on the door. The door opened slowly before the bed sank, meaning Shawn was sat next to me.

"What?" I snapped. He sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"What was that really about?" He asked. I felt a tear roll down my face as Shawn lifted me onto his lap. "Talk to me, baby." He whispered. I sighed and got ready to give a huge speech.

"I just feel that you've been spending a lot of time away recently and I know it's your job and everything, but we've been fighting so much and it's mainly because of me and I'm sorry. I feel like there might come a day where you decide you've had enough of this arguing and you-"

"I might leave?" He interrupted me. I nodded as he brought my head to his chest.

"I won't ever leave you, I promise," He said quietly.

"I'm sorry for causing these arguments." I mumbled. He kissed my head and rubbed my back.

"It's okay, baby. All couples fight," I nodded and wiped my eyes.

"I love you, Shawn." I said. He kissed my lips before responding.

"I love you, too,"

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So who's coming to NF's concert with me since none of my friends know who he is?