Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

Love You Goodbye

This one is a sad one aS yOu CaN tElL.

Shawn's Point Of View

Just like most nights, I was alone in my condo because Y/N was elsewhere at home. Her and I hadn't been on good terms since last month and I kept telling myself that things would get sorted out. But deep inside I knew that things wouldn't be okay and that the end of us was coming. Did I want to admit that? No. I just had hope that the rocky road would smooth down.

While I was watching a decent programme on my couch, there was a soft knock at the door. I got up and walked towards it, opened it and saw Y/N standing there with a beautiful dress on. Short but not that short and it hugged her figure well.

"Hey, Y/N," I greeted with a half-smile.

"Hey, Shawn," she, too, greeted slightly quiet. "We need to talk," she said, forwardly. She was always forward and got straight to the point.

I opened the door to allow her to come in and she walked straight in with her heels clacking on my wooden floor. I closed the door behind her and approached her with my arms folded.

"We should break up," she let out, like she'd been keeping in a big secret.

I should have known.

"And listen, it's not you. It's me. I've been doing nothing but shit for the last few weeks and I don't want that for you. After all, you are Shawn Mendes and you need a good, supporting, loving girlfriend by your side. And I'm not saying that I don't love you and I don't support you - because I did and I always will but I didn't do it enough. You need someone like Hailey or Andrea by your side," she explained.

It felt like a pang to the heart. In fact, a stab to the heart more like.

"But I don't want anyone else. I want you," I argued.

"You don't!" she said with a small smile. "You really don't because you deserve better. Why do you want me after everything I've caused you? I almost made you lose your career."

"Because I would sacrifice anything for you. You know I would. My career one day will end because I won't be doing this until I'm eighty. I would love to but I can't. I get that you've made mistakes and they're fine. I've got over them and so have you. Everyone makes mistakes," I told her.

"I can't. I just... can't."

I folded my arms again. "This isn't about me forgiving you. You don't actually want me."

She was quiet and subtly began to fidget with her fingers: a habit she had when she was nervous or scared.

"What happened?" I accused.

"Shawn-"

"You cheated on me, didn't you?"

Not a single word was muttered.

Yeah, there she goes twisting the knife in my heart.

"That's why you've been acting off," I realised.

She still didn't talk.

"I need to hear it from you. I know it's true but you need to say it," I said. "I need to hear you say it."

"I'm so sorry..." she apologised.

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry for not being enough for you."

"Please don't," she begged.

"Please don't what?" I asked.

"Say that. It wasn't your fault. You don't need to apologise," she spoke.

I shrugged. "So, we're over?"

She nodded.

"Alright," I concluded. "Can we remain friends?"

She shook her head. "It's better if we don't. Best for you."

I nodded. "Good luck."

"Hm?"

"With your new guy," I said with a hopeful smile. "I hope he treats you well."

She seemed to be lost for words. "Um, uh... er... thank you. I hope you find someone who loves you very much, too." She shot me a smile and that made me feel better.

"Y/N, can I just do one last thing?"

She nodded her head.

I stepped closer to her and gave her a passionate kiss. Our last one where I gave all I could. Because tomorrow she wouldn't be mine. To my surprise, she kissed back with the same passion and just a few moments later we stopped.

"Thank you for everything," she thanked.

I smiled and nodded. "Oh, and one last thing."

"Yeah?"

"I leave tomorrow and I want to spend my last night with you. So, stay tonight?" I suggested.

"Do you really want me to?"

"If I didn't then I wouldn't ask you."

"Okay. I'll stay."

She did. She stayed the night until the next morning then she left. We slept together because I needed to touch her one last time. When she walked out the door the next day, I wouldn't be seeing her the way I used to again. But I had to live with it. It was for the best.

And one of the best things was that I could love her goodbye.

A/N: I don't know what I just wrote. But, considering I listened to this song for a couple hours yesterday and the day before, I figured why not? It makes me sad over a breakup I've never had which is lovely. Hoped you liked it and if you have any suggestions then you know where to comment them.