Shawn Mendes x Reader Imagines

Wedding bells (part 2)

*one year later*

I sighed as I scrubbed at the dishes. "(Y/n), won't you get me another drink?" Jake called from the lounge. I frowned. I walked to the doorway of the kitchen that looked into the lounge. "Don't you think you've had enough?" I asked, timidly. He glared at me and stood up.

"What was that?" He whispered, loud enough for me to hear. He started toward me and I backed up into the kitchen until I was against the wall. I gulped but put on a confident face. I was tired of being walked all over. "I said, I think you've had enough."

He walked right up to me and grabbed a fistful of my shirt. "Don't you dare, tell me what to do!!" He yelled in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol and his face was contorted in rage. He let go of my shirt and smacked me across the head. I felt a bruise forming, but did nothing. He backed up and grabbed a knife off the counter. He started walking slowly toward me. "Jake, think about what your doing!!" I yelled. No answer.

So I did what any reasonable person would do. I dodged past him and ran. I ran out the door and into the road. "And don't come back!!" I heard him yell and slam the door. I carried on running until I found a telephone box.

I stabbed in the number I'd memorized so well, praying it hadn't changed. "Please pick up, please pick up..." I whispered to myself while the phone dialed. "Hello?" I heard his voice through the other end of the phone. Shawn.

Fifteen minutes later, a familiar car pulled up next to me, and Shawn's tall figure strode toward me. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. He seemed surprised but hugged me back. When I was in his arms, I felt safe. I broke down into tears.

"I'm sorry...I'm so,so sorry!!" I chocked out. He bent down and grabbed my shoulders. "(Y/n). You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I didn't know how much I needed you, you don't deserve me. That's why I know your better with Jake."

At his name I flinched. Through tears, I saw Shawn frown. "What happened." He asked, through gritted teeth. It wasn't a even a question , it was a statement. I shook my head, still crying. Then he saw my head. He cupped my cheeks in his big hands and examined it before kissing it.

I paused, even my crying stopped. He looked shocked at what he had just done. "I'm so sorry, it was just instinct!! I do t know what I was-" I cut him off and smashed my lips to his.

After a year and a half with Jake, this one kiss was ten times better than any one he had given me. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks. "I missed you so much..." he breathed. "I missed you to." I smiled and kissed him again.

*five years later*

I hugged Shawn as our little girl played with the next door neighbor on our lawn. Jake and I had got a divorce and I had married Shawn. We had been married three years now and had our little daughter, Michaela.

Shawn bent down and kissed my head and I leaned into his chest. "Thank you." I mumbled into his shirt.

He laughed and looked down at me. "For what?" He asked, still chuckling. I smiled and stood on my tippy toes to peck his lips. "For everything." I whispered.