Shawn Mendes Imagines

cheater

"You know I love you, right?" Shawn, my boyfriend of 3 years said to me. We were laying together on my bed, hands intertwined. I didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Of course I do, Shawn." I replied to him, smiling.

"I have something to tell you, and I don't know how you're going to take it." He said, in a sad tone.

"What is it?" I sat up from my position, looking at him.

I studied his facial expressions. Hurt, guilt, regret. What did he do? 

"Lately, I feel like there's been some distance between us." 

"Really? I thought everything was going great?" I questioned.

"Which makes this even harder." He sighed, standing up.

"Shawn, please just get to the point. You're worrying me." I unsteadily said.

"Last week, on tour, I cheated on you." He breathed out.

I took in his words. They felt like knives. I felt a tear spill down my cheek. I felt betrayed. I felt stupid. The past 3 years of my life were pointless and wasted. 

"Get out." I muttered.

"Y/N, hear me out, please." He pleaded.

"Actually, yeah, tell me, every detail. I want to know."

"You want to know?" He shockingly questioned.

"I want to know." I firmly replied.

"I don't think that this is the best idea."

"Tell me, Shawn."

He took a deep breath. "Tour was really hard. Being alone was difficult. So, I had a couple of drinks to take my mind off of being alone. A couple turned into a whole bottle of Tequila. My assistant, Miranda, noticed how hurt I was. We got to talking. One thing lead to another, and it just happened." He said, regret and sadness in his voice.

"What happened?" I asked, pleading for more detail.

"We started kissing. Then we had sex."

My tears began to pour over at this point. Knowing he was with another girl made me sick to my stomach and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Babe, please, we can work through this. I am so so sorry this happened."

"Shawn, I look at you and all I can picture is you with her. I love you, and I always will, but it's time for you to leave."

"Y/N, please," He begged.

"No, please, just go." I sobbed, showing him the door.

And with that, Shawn Mendes, was out of my life.