Shawn Mendes Imagines

11:38 PM

11:38 PM

He sat on a couch, as close to the arm as he could, as far from her he could. The void between them a black hole of emotions and words they wanted to tell each other, but kept getting sucked in. 

She sat on a couch, holding her breath as much she could so she wouldn't move  the cushion. She bit her lip to avoid blurting out something she would later cry about.  

They let the silence lay on them like a hot blanket, suffocating them until they had to come out for air.

"Shawn I-"

"Y/N don't start okay," he interrupted. 

"It might not be that bad," she lied.

 "Can you just not talk please," he snapped, she flinched, but curled up and kept quiet. And they sat again, staring at the floor, secretly sneaking glances at each other, but refusing to make eye contact. 

11:57 P.M

"You know what Shawn, this isn't my fucking fault!" She stood up, now facing him. Her fists clenched tightly against her legs. He returned the anger, but refused to leave his seat.

 "I didn't say that now did I," he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"It sure feels like you are putting this all on me like I did something wrong. You did this Shawn, not me," she exclaimed. Now he was standing. They were inches apart, fighting for dominance. 

"You made me," he countered. 

"I didn't make you do shit Shawn you know that." She was trying to hide her hurt behind her pride. But you could still see it in her eyes. She had read something that said eyes are the gateway to the soul. Her soul believed that even though she didn't make him do anything, she wanted him to do what he did. 

"You are the reason all of this happened!" He shouted. He wanted this all to be her fault so bad. Even if he knew that he caused this mess. 

"That was your choice, not mine," she said quietly.

 "You think I chose this!" He yelled as she started to walk to the door. She didn't stop walking until she got to the door, and looked at him. 

"If you didn't want it, we wouldn't be fighting in this house, lives wouldn't be ruined and," she took a breath "and everything would be how it was supposed to be," she then walked out the door.

12:00 AM

 A new day, a new life. That's how she thought of it. She sat on the curb in front of the house, because she didn't have anywhere else to go. And she didn't know her way to any of the bus stations. So she kept texting her friends, praying that someone would be able to come save her. She hated him. For doing what he did. She was still in utter shock. They had all been in the basement just a hour ago. Everything was normal. Everything was just fine. But now she was sitting criss crossed on the grass, crying into her hands. She didn't even know what was going on inside. Part of her wanted to go inside and see what was going on in that basement now. But she knew it was smarter for her to stay outside. To just leave and never see any of them again. IT would be smarter. She would sit on the curb until she saw flashing lights and whales coming from black cars drive next to her on the side of the street.

 12:48 A:M

 "What is going on sir?" She asked quickly as she chased the cops. 

"We got a call about a domestic issue. Miss stay out here. Officer Gordon, deal with her." Then the two other cops rushed up the steps and Officer Gordon took Y/N back to the curb to ask her infinite questions about her relations with the people inside and the events leading up to when she stormed out. She was shaken up, worried about what could've happened in the hour she was outside. She tried to answer his questions as honestly and clear as she could. Tried to tell him that the situation shouldn't have gone where it did. That she didn't mean for anything of this to happen. And asking to know what happen. She wouldn't find out for another agonizing hour of waiting with now a cop. Waiting for the rest of the cops to bring out the rest of the people in the house. For Y/N to get punched in the eye before yet another person would get put into the cop cars with handcuffs.The night was getting worse and worse.