Shawn Mendes Imagines

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You knew how much music was important to Shawn, and you respected that, but lately things have been getting out of hand. You two were friends from before his Vine days, confessed your feelings to him when he started to grow big, thinking that you never had to see him again if you confessed, but you were wrong, he still kept you by his side as his girlfriend. You two were in love and happy, but music started taking up too much of his time. If he was on tour he'd barely say two words to you even if you tagged along, he'd be too busy writing his new hit single or whatever. Even when he was on a break, he'd still be in his studio or visiting his parents. Hell he'd even check his notes when at his parents' just incase he got any inspiration. The situation was becoming too much for you to handle, you tried to tell him, to get him to stop. But he was in too deep.

He would cancel dates, leave you hanging, and do so many other shitty things that you were fed up with. You didn't question his loyalty, no not at all, but you questioned his priorities. Was he really putting his music first? You knew how important it was, this was his fucking life, but could he not spare a day and spend it with you?

You were wiping away your tears as you watched Noah ask Allie what she wanted, wishing you could confront Shawn and ask him what he wanted. It's almost 6AM and you're starting to get worried, how was he not back yet? You started calling his phone but you were always sent to voicemail. You threw on your leather jacket and walked out of the condo and rushed downstairs but stopped once you saw a car pull up, a black jeep to be exact.

You walked over to the driver's seat as Shawn walked out of the car and shot you a smile, but all you gave him was a glare.

"Where were you?!" You asked

"Calm down, Y/N. I was at the studio." He said locking his car

"I will not calm down Shawn Peter Raul! It's 6AM and I had no idea where you were! How am I supposed to calm down?!" You asked

"Tone it down for fuck's sake, I'm here now aren't I?" He huffed annoyed before entering the building, you hot on his heels

"Tone it down?! Shawn you were gone for 12 fucking hours-"

"You're not my mom, Y/N. You're my girlfriend, I can come back whenever the fuck I want."

"Well sorry for worrying! You came back so late-"

"I'll try to follow my curfew next time." He said, tone laced with sarcasm

"Shawn! Will you stop and talk to me?!" You asked the moment you got into the condo

"There's nothing to fucking talk about! You're being a paranoid bitch because I was out late! I didn't leave home and my parents to live with someone that bitches about how late it is or will tell me what to do and what not to do! I'm not your son or your fucking babysitter so your attempts of begging for attention can fucking stop now!" He yelled, and tears were coming down onto your cheeks so fast, every word a stab to your chest

"Am I really not that important to you anymore?" You asked quietly

"Oh quit being dramatic, my music is what puts food on the table, you don't get to complain." He said

"Well it's nice to know you felt that way." You said wiping away your tears, and you looked at him, not a hint of guilt in his eyes.

You grabbed your phone and walked out of there, calling an Uber and asking them to drop you off at your friend's house. The moment you arrived you cried into her arms, telling her everything that happened, how his priorities have changed, how he was putting his music before you and called you all those horrible things for caring.

You checked your phone, mailbox, texts, almost everything 4 hours later, and he hasn't even asked about you. He even went live on Instagram, now it was truly obvious where his loyalties lie.

"Can we go out?" You asked Y/F/N

"You sure you want to?" She asked you cautiously making you nod

"You have anything I could wear?" You asked, and she nodded leading you to her closet, and by the time you finished getting dressed and dolled up it was 9:48 and Shawn was blowing up your phone with texts and phonecalls

From: My Canadian Marshmello🍁♥️

Babe, I'm sorry for what I said earlier, please come home.

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I know I fucked up, just please answer me.

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Babe please pick up, I'm worried about you

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I miss you, please sweetheart

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Y/N, where are you? Please let me know if you're okay.

And so many other texts were sent, but you left them all unread, it's time he knew what it felt like. You went to the nearest club with your friends, got drunk, and danced the night away. Shawn was still trying to contact you and ask you where you were, but once he found out where you were he started texting you even more.

From: My Canadian Marshmello🍁♥️

I know you're at a club, I saw Y/F/N's story

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Please tell me you're not driving.

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Please come home, I'm really worried.

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I'm sorry, bub. I hurt you so bad please come home so I can make it up to you.

It was around 1AM that you decided to call it a night and go home, what you didn't know that the night was far from over.

As soon as the Uber dropped you off at the condo, you walked inside the building and into Shawn's condo to see his head in his hands, probably waiting for you. His head shot up once he heard your heels clicking, and you could see the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Why didn't you come home when I asked you to?" He asked, but you ignored him and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He said grabbing your hand firmly but gently

"Oh I'm sorry dad, I'll try to be home by 9 next time." You spat pulling your hand out of his grip

"Babe, I messed up, I'm sorry-"

"No you didn't mess up, you fucked up. I am no longer a priority to you, and I have come to terms with that- LET ME FUCKING FINISH." You said threateningly making him snap hit mouth shut

"You have hurt me, forgotten me, used and abused me. But today was the fucking cherry on top. I will not allow myself to be so under-appreciated. I deserve better. I deserve to be prioritized-"

"You are a priority!"

"WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME WE FUCKING WENT OUT?! OR HAD A NIGHT IN TOGETHER?! SHAWN WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU FUCKING TOUCHED ME?! KISSED ME?!" You asked aggressively, making him once again speechless

"Your apologies are now empty, you should've fixed this before it got to this point, but you never cared."

"Please stop, no-"

"I want a breakup."