Shawn Mendes Imagines

Perfectly Wrong

Yet again he started to yell at me. Every day is the same. He comes home after a long day at the studio, he yells at me because we had a discussion and then we make love. Just the touch of his lips makes me forget that we ever fought.

My mind couldn't take it anymore. I've loved him since the very beginning but I don't know if he still loves me. After his world tour he started to act weird. Like he has someone else. I took a seat in our couch and started to read a book that he brought home after visiting London a couple of days ago.

Ten minutes later, he walked in and shuffled over to me. 'Hey, how was your day?' I asked while he laid his stuff on the kitchen counter. 'Exhausted but good.' He took my book out of my hands and laid it on the table next to our couch. 'But I missed you,' he whispered seductive with a little smirk on his lips.

He leaned in and started to kiss my neck, but I was not in the mood for it. 'Shawn, please not now.' He pulled back and groaned loudly. 'Why are you acting so weird lately? I can't even barely touch you.'

His eyes were locked on mine and had this sort of anger in it. 'I'm just not now in the mood, okay?' He stood up and walked back to the door. 'Hey, where are you going? You're just back.' He turned around and took his keys, 'somewhere where they want me.'

And yes, people, we are beginning to fight. 'Don't act so weird, Shawn. Why is it not acceptable if I'm not in the mood but if you're not then everything is okay?' He laid his stuff back and turned back around very angry. 'Me? You are the problem here. You were yesterday tired and now you're not in the mood! I fucking want some alone time with my girlfriend and this is what I get.' He yelled at me, causing me to cry a little bit because he's never been so loud and angry. 'Not every alone time with your girlfriend has to do with sex, Shawn. Maybe I wanted to do something else with you but guess what. You just ruined it again.' The tears streamed down my cheeks and Shawn just stood there. Not caring about me. 'What happened to you, Shawn?'

I whispered softly but he still could hear it. 'Nothing happened.' I shook my head and walked closer to him. 'All we do is fight and I just can't take it anymore. It is every day the same. We keep yelling at each other.' He shook his head and also walked closer to me.

'What happened to us,' he said while I saw some tears escaping his eyes. 'I can't take it anymore, Shawn.' His head shot back up and now I saw how madly sorry he is. 'I am so sorry, please don't leave me.' 'Why would you think that?' He shrugged his shoulders and took me in his arms.

'Shawn, here is the problem I can't leave you because I love you too much. But I think you just don't love me anymore.' He pecked my forehead and said nothing, which means that I'm right I guess. I pulled back from his chest and looked at him in the eyes. 'Do you love me?'

He caressed my cheek and slowly brought his lips onto mine. 'Honestly baby, it's getting less but please let us build it up again.' He pecked my lips. Why am I still here? He just told me that he loves me less than he used to.

Maybe because he's just too wrong for me. Many friends told me that he was not the one for me, but I just fell in love with him because he is so wrong. He's perfectly wrong for me and maybe this is the reason why it's so hard to leave.

But since that day, things started to get better, a lot better. No more fights and after two months I finally told myself that he's not wrong anymore. Maybe we are both wrong and that's why we just stick together.