Shawn Mendes Imagines

I'm Done *

"Y/N-"

"I thought you were done with her!"

"We need her to promote-"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEED TO PROMOTE! Shawn I thought you were done with her! You know how she made me felt!"

"Andrew said this was the best way to promote the tour and album 4."

"Yeah, he suggested it. You have the power to say yes or no, and you said yes. The fact that you wen't willingly-"

"Just shut up! Jesus! Not my fucking fault you're so insecure! Why can't you be a fucking supportive girlfriend and suck it up-"

"I'm not supportive?" You asked in a low voice, tears already streaming down your face, but he didn't seem to care.

"Here come the waterworks." He huffed getting up to get changed

"Get fucking dressed, you're still my assistant and we need to be at the carpet in a few minutes." He said shutting the door loudly behind him.

You stared at the door in shock, you wiped away your tears and got dressed. He looked at you, eyes filled with disgust once he got dressed, and headed for the door. You kept your head down and followed him to the car. The moment he got to the car he turned to look at you.

"Drive yourself, I'm going to pick up Hailey." He said, shutting the door and telling the driver to drive away

You got into your car and started letting out the sobs you were holding it, pointing out how insecure you were was so cruel, but ditching you as well? And this event is all about him, you didn't even want to go.

You picked up your phone and wrote out a new message, to let him know that this was the last straw, you've had enough of him lately and you needed to put yourself first.

To: Shawnie boy

"I'm done, I quit. Have a nice life."

The moment you hit send, you switched your phone off and started driving away from his condo, noting to send someone to pick up your stuff later. If this was the way he was going to treat you from now on, you weren't going to have it.

Almost two hours of driving, on your way home to pack your bags, you burst into tears again. The moment you stopped at a red light you looked around for some tissues to wipe away your tears when a car hit you from the back making you nudge forward, you were about to hit the gas pedal but it was too late, another car came colliding with yours on the side, as your car began moving violently, all you could think about was Shawn. How he barely even cared, how he probably would be happy to hear that you might be out of his life for good leaving him to do whatever he pleases. And before you knew it, it was lights out.

Shawn's P.O.V

"I'm done, I quit. Have a nice life."

I removed my arm from Hailey's shoulders the moment I read the text, what did she mean? She can't quit, she can't be done. I walked out of the building, leaving both Hailey and Andrew confused.

Picking up my phone, I called her, only to be sent to voicemail, I kept calling her. Texting her, she wouldn't pick up.

"Pick up the phone, Y/N." I huffed

"Hey! You've reached-"

"Fucking hell, Y/N, babe, pick up the phone. I'm sorry, okay? If I could take back everything I said, I would. Please pick-"

I was immediately cut off by the end of the voicemail, I ran my hand through my hair, and fished my car keys out of my pocket and hopped in my car, hoping deep down that she wasn't packing her things and getting ready to leave me.

Incoming call.... Andrew

"Shawn? Where'd you run off to?" He asked as I took a right, nearing our condo

"It's a long story, but I have to find Y/N." I said getting closer, an ambulance appearing in front of me making my breath hitch

"Shawn? You still-" I dropped my phone as soon as I saw the person being pulled out of the car.

Right then, I wish my Y/N was packing getting ready to leave me.

I wish I was the one that gave her a ride and hadn't let her drive alone so upset.

I wish I hadn't treated her so poorly.

Because of me, Y/N may be fighting for her life.