Shawn Mendes imagines

Interview

"That was such fuckin' bullshit." Shawn says as soon as he gets in the car. You give him a confused look. You hadn't gone to watch the interview because no one knows you're dating Shawn, so you try not to be seen in public with him. But you got bored at the hotel so you went along for the drive.

"What happened?" You question cautiously, observing Shawn's movements. You can tell that he's upset by the deep frown on his face and the way you know it is taking everything in him to keep himself from lashing out. "That interview was absolute trash." He says.
By now Geoff, Andrew, and Jake had gotten into the car too. "They didn't say anything about that happening." Andrew says, but that doesn't help you understand anything that just happened.

"What happened?" You question, just wanting to know.

"They made me play a fucked up game where if I didn't answer the questions they asked, this guy got shocked." Shawn says, still visibly upset.

"I'm sorry," You tell him quietly.
"They were asking personal questions. Questions that people shouldn't know the answer to."

"I'm sorry," You repeat, not knowing what else you could possibly say to him right now. "You don't deserve that."

He leans into you as the car leaves the parking garage it was parked in. "I lied." He mumbles, so only you can hear.
"What?" You question, not sure if you heard him correctly.

"I lied." He repeats, lifting his head from where it was resting on your shoulder.
"What about?"

He breathes in, holding his breath for a few seconds before exhaling loudly. "Can we talk about it later?" He questions, and you nod. Although you're curious, and you want to be able to help him, you also know better than to push him to speak when he's feeling like he is right now. So you just nod in response, and silence fills the car for the rest of the ride back to the hotel. When the car stops, you get ready to get out first. You're in the covered garage under the hotel, so no one else is around. You double check the surroundings quickly to make sure that its empty before you reach for the door handle. "Do you have the key?" Shawn asks you, and you nod, opening the door.

"I hate this," He says under his breath, and you know he's talking about hiding your relationship. You hate it too, but its better than the alternative in your eyes.

"I'll see you in a bit." You tell Shawn before leaving the car, closing the door behind you. You head up to the hotel room, and you know that Shawn and his team will wait a little while before coming up too. Once you get into the hotel room, you take a seat on the couch, just killing time until they all arrive. You're surprised when only Shawn enters the room. "Where is everyone?" You question.

"I wanted some time alone." He says, and you nod. He takes a seat next to you, and you start rubbing his back. "I lied when they asked how old was the oldest person I've done it with or some shit."

"What did you say?" You question, starting to understand how he's so worked up about it. How does anyone have the audacity to ask someone that? It doesn't matter who they are, no one should have to put up with questions like that.

"I said twenty five. And I said that I was nineteen when it happened." He says. "I just didn't want the guy to get shocked, but that was so fucked up." He's speaking quietly now, like he's still processing everything.

"It's okay." You say, then question, "Who were you with that was twenty five?" You ask, mostly out of curiosity.
"It was before I met you." He says, "It was different then." He says.

"Okay," You say, not wanting to push the subject, you let it go. He said it was before he met you, and you can't blame him for that. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?" You ask him.

"I'm good. I'm better now, here, with you." He responds, pulling you onto his lap, and you settle against him, resting your cheek against his chest.

"I just want one able to tell everyone that you're my girl." He says, probably thinking aloud more than anything, "but then there are people out there like that. People with no boundaries, and I just don't want them to be able to say anything about you. They don't deserve to."

"I know, Shawn," You tell him, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers.

"Why do people have to be like that? Why can't they just respect other people? How do you think they would have liked it if I asked them their net worth or how many sexual partners they have and then threatened to hurt someone if they didn't answer?"

Its a rhetorical question, you know that. He's just trying to process everything, and you don't blame him. You can't believe that people had the audacity to ask questions like that.

"You made it through," You try to reassure him. "Lets just relax, yeah?" You offer, and he just nods, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you.