Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

Café

Brief mention of abuse, nothing being described happening but just a warning.

Y/N's Point Of View

A month. One month of talking with Shawn as we drank our coffee with a gorgeous view of Toronto.
Today was another one of those days where we met each other there. Roughly, we met up four times a week which would always be the highlight of my day. George hadn't found out about the "secret sessions" yet and when he did then I'd be done for. Until then, I was happy.

Today, I'd finished packing everything up in the apartment. George always allowed me to go anywhere but only after I'd finished cleaning the house. Usually, he'd bring his boys over and he understood that I didn't like being around when they were around too. As a result, he allowed me to leave the house and then come back later. Besides, all they do is drink, smoke and talk so there's no point of me being there.

I grabbed my purse and was getting ready to leave when I heard George's voice.

"Where are you going?" he growls, walking out of our bedroom.

I clung the purse to my stomach for some sort of protection, "Out, you know? Like I do usually." I replied, sweetly.

"Not dressed like that you're not." He replied, giving me a one over and folding his arms making them flex.

I took a look at myself then back at him, "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" I asked, politely.

"You look like you're going to a strip club." He replied.

I should have known he would say something like this. Shorts and a T-shirt for him would be like me wearing just underwear. I didn't argue with him and walked to the bedroom to get changed again. This time, he picked out my outfit and it was a lot better than what I expected. A long-sleeved top and skinny jeans. I got changed with the mirror in front of me and the small glimpse that I took of myself, I saw the bruise on my stomach. I quickly swallowed and slid the top over myself.

"How's your stomach?" he asked, leaning off the wall and walking closer.

"I-It's fine." I replied, scared of how close he was.

Truth was that it wasn't fine and it hurt like a thousand bricks had been dropped on it if anyone touched it. It was getting better, for sure, but still hurt.

George lifted the top and gently grazed his fingers over it. I tried not to wince but it was difficult. He saw. And he looked sorry but he couldn't be. He couldn't be sorry because he was the one that caused these marks all over me. For months this had been going on. I was scared of him each time but I was so in love that I couldn't leave him. Not like that. Not after two years of dating.

He pulled the top back down and walked out. No words but he just left. I gently touched it but realised that it was a bad idea. I grabbed my bag and walked out, to the café and saw Shawn waiting for me outside. Once he saw me, his eyes lightened up and a smile spread across his face.

"Hey." He greeted, joyfully.

"Hey." I greeted back.

He went in for a hug and I embraced him in one. Quite warm and cuddly are what his hugs are like. I tried to not wince as we gently touched so when he pulled away I looked away and then looked back at him. We walked inside, ordered a coffee and made our way to our usual table. However, Shawn gripped my arm and I winced in pain. That, too, hurt from a few nights before.

"You okay?" Shawn questioned, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Yeah." I replied and avoided the spilled liquid which I was about to step in. I sat down and we spoke about everything and nothing.

Shawn knew everything about me. The generic questions, the weird questions, the personal questions - I gave him the answers. Despite him being famous, I knew a lot about him too. He even knew about George but he didn't know that he was abusive. I intended to keep that one for myself because the last thing I needed were more problems with George.

"How's your album coming along?" I asked.

He smiled and sipped his coffee. Any time he spoke about music there would be a smile. "Really good. I released the first two songs three weeks ago, have you heard them?"

I shake my head, "I don't have a phone." I replied.

"Oh," is all he said. "Would you like me to play them to you?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded eagerly so he showed me the two videos. I was impressed. Most definitely I loved them.

"I bet the fans went crazy." I told.

He chuckled, "They did. They loved it. I stayed up until the AM reading and watching what people had said about the new songs when they came out."

We spoke for another long, long time. Anything he ever spoke about, there was a smile on his face. His eyes shone - truly magical. I came to a conclusion, I had to admit that I was falling for him. I'd been chasing away from that for days because I had George I couldn't be with anyone else. But really, I just wanted Shawn to be mine.

"Could you close the window? It's a bit cold." He told.

I reached up, barely reaching the window since it was on my side and then sat back down. I looked at Shawn and he was looking at me.

"What happened to your stomach?" he questioned.

"Oh, um, I ran into a corner of a table." I replied, making up the best excuse I could. It wasn't good enough to convince him because he kept looking at me.

"Y/N... does George hit you?" he asked.

I could hardly bare to keep the eye contact but lying was always something I could pull off. I acted clueless, I kept eye contact, I winged it all but when it came to Shawn I couldn't.

"No, not at all." I replied.

"I know you're lying." He chirped.

"How do you know that?" I asked, making eye contact.

"Because I had a friend who was abused once. Every sign she showed, you're doing it now." He responded.

"He doesn't hurt me. He loves me." I said. "You don't know shit, Shawn. Don't judge him when you don't know him," I grabbed my purse and walked out.

"Y/N!" Shawn called after me.

I ignored him and began to run. Run away from everything. It was becoming darker outside, for night time and I hated being out at night only today I didn't care. I sat on a bench and hugged my knees, I bit my lip in attempt not to cry.

I didn't want to lose Shawn. He made me happy with all his jokes, his smile - just him. I always looked forward to out meet ups every day. But now, not anymore. I ran off, he couldn't call me because I didn't have a phone, it was late and the next day he was leaving for Europe. So, I was never going to see him again. I could live with that, I'd been living like that before he came along.

I could live without the person who made me happiest.

A/N: I'm kind of working on a fanfiction for this chapter but it won't really ever get published so here you have a little sneak-peak, I guess. I like it.
ps, part 2?