Shawn Mendes Imagines

"this isn't working"

"Shawn!" I said, trying to get his attention.

We were sitting on his bed, him scrolling through his phone, while I just wanted to cuddle.

"Shawn, what's wrong?"

No answer.

"Did I do something wrong?"
He shook his head.

"Then tell me what's wrong?" I pouted.

He looked up from his phone, staring at me.

"Baby, you're scaring me." I laughed nervously.

"This isn't working." he whispered.
"W-what?" I ask, knowing what was next.

He gave me a sad smile.

"This isn't working."

"So, what now?" I ask, a tear sliding down my cheek.

He wiped it away with his thumb.

"Honey, don't cry."

"So this is it?"

"What?" he asked confused.

"Y-you're bre-breaking up w-with me?" I said as more tears began to fall.

"What? Gosh no."

I gave him a confused look.

"B-but you said t-that this wasn't w-working."

"Baby, I was talking about my phone." he laughed.

I stopped crying.

I slapped him on the back of his head.

"Shawn, don't do that to me ever again!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I was talking about my phone and then you started crying and then I just went with it cause I knew you thought that I would break up with you."

"I hate you, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes." I said, cuddling into his side.

"I know you do, y/n, but you love me more." he said smiling.