Shawn Mendes - Imagines

Argue

She sits on bench near the fire I made. With a tight grip she wraps the colourful blanket around her body.
She does nothing.
She just looks straight into the fire. I know that look on her face. Her sniffle confirms my thought.
She cried.

I should be the one holding her. Not the blanket.
I should be the one warming her. Not the fire.
I should be the one wiping her tears away. Not herself.

But I still stand behind the window watching her like a creep. We knew moving together would be a step.
But I... we thought it would be a step towards each other. Not a step away from each other.
I never thought we would be that kind of couple who argues about those little things.
I never thought we would be that kind of couple who turns these little things into a big deal.

Suddenly I feel like smashing something. That is not us. We are not like this. This cannot be true.
My eyes are filling themselves with tears.

"Fuck!"

The shout is so loud that even Y/N heard it outside. She turns her beautiful face around. I can see pain in her look and it is in that moment when realize that all we have to do is talk. Talking is the key. We do that every time. Why did we just ignore each other this time?

I literally run over to her and kneel down in front of her. The look in her eyes kills me. She is somewhere between touching me and pushing me away.

"Y/N..."

I say her name like it is the most precious thing to say. Like it could change everything.
And in a way it did. She lets go from the blanket and places her soft hands on my cheeks to wash my tears away. I clap my hands around her wrists and stroke her skin.

"This is not us."

At first I am unsure if she heard it because it was so quite but as she nods her head softly and a tear runs down her face I am sure she did.

"This is not us."

Her heavenly voice repeats my words as I wipe her tear away.
We stay like this for a while.
Just us washing each other's tears away and looking into each other's eyes.

The pain in her eyes starts to fade away. It gets replaced by love. Feelings which could not be more different but still are so close to another.
I see myself reflecting in her gorgeous eyes. Slowly my mouth forms a smile. It is insecure and weak but together with her smile it gets stronger and brighter.

"Can I kiss you?"

She nods her head. Not like the last time. This nod is heavily and decisively. I do not waste any time and put my lips on hers.

"I love you."

She says while we are still kissing and do not think about ending it.
Her words fill by body like they are my essence. In a way they are because I without her and her love I would not be me anymore.

She is my everything.