Shawn Mendes x Reader Imagines

Freak out

I stormed up the stairs to my bedroom, tears streaming freely down my face. When I got inside, I slammed the door, shaking everything. I threw myself onto my bed, and sobbed and screamed into my pillow.

I tried to tame the anger that was boiling inside my chest, but it wouldn't die down, no matter what I did. Once I stopped sobbing from frustration, I sat up. The mirror across my bed showed a girl with messy hair and mascara running down her cheeks. And to be honest, she angered me even more.

You're probably confused. I'll explain. I was going over to Shawn, my boyfriend, for a surprise visit. We often did that for each other, and then took each other out. Tonight, I was taking Shawn out to this new restaurant a little drive away. When I got to his place, there was another car in the driveway so I was going to go home, thinking it was his mom or a friend.

But then I recognized the car was exactly the same as my best friend, Kara's. I noticed the curtains were open, and being the inquisitive person I am, went to see what my bestie and boyfriend were doing. Turns out they were kissing on the couch. Quite passionately. I was so shocked, and sad, I just drove home, furious.

That brings me to our current situation. I sat staring at myself in the mirror, but the more I looked, the more angry I became. I let my gaze wander around my room to where I saw the many photos I'd taken of Shawn and I stuck up on the wall. That's where I snapped. I stormed up to them, ripping them off the wall and tearing them to shreds. Once I was done, the tears had returned, full of frustration. I started to freak out. I paced around the room, running my hands through my hair.

My boyfriend had cheated on me with my friend, my best friend. I stopped in front of the mirror and looked at the pathetic reflection of me in the glass again. My anger boiled and all I saw was red. Then my fist collided with the mirror.

The glass shattered, and pain seated through my hand as I pulled away. I gave a strangled sort of scream. My hand was full scratches that were beginning to bleed. It was nothing compared to the pain my heart was feeling, but it was pretty damn close. Glass, drops of blood and memories of Shawn and I filled the floor. I made my way to the bathroom to mop up my hand. Then I heard a noise behind me and I whipped around.

"Surprise!! I'm taking you ou- what the hell happened to your hand?!" Shawn said, rushing over to me. He cursed under his breath. I looked up at him with utter loathing. "Babe? What's wrong?" He asked. "You need to get out. Now." I seethed through gritted teeth.

He looked surprised. "What's wrong, we can talk this out, (y/n)." He said soothingly, trying to wrap me in a hug. I pushed him away, furious. "Get out, get freaking out!! And don't ever, don't you ever think of coming back." I yelled, pushing him away. Hurt filled his face. "(Y/n)..?" He asked.

I shook my head and laughed, it sounded bitter. "I don't know how someone can stoop so low as to kiss their girlfriends best friend. Now, please leave." I said, gesturing toward the front door. Guilt crept onto his features.

He hesitated. "Now." I said for the last time. He turned to leave and I heard the front door close a moment later. I finished cleaning my hand, bandaging it. Then I moved onto my bedroom, sweeping the glass up and wiping away the blood. Then I grabbed the ripped up pictures of Shawn and I and made a fire downstairs. I threw them all in, with not a single ounce of remorse in my body.