Shawn Mendes Imagines

perfectly wrong

Shawn's pov:
my fingers strummed at the strings. i hummed quietly as i tried to find the write melody. the lyrics written on the notebook paper stared up at me. the corny lyrics that were written in between the blue lines made me become even more frustrated.

i sighed and placed my guitar back on the carpet. i leaned on the desk and put my head in my hands as i tried to think of something better. the album was full of heartbroken songs, but they were all i could come up with.

the person that inspired all of my love songs was now gone. now all i can be inspired by is the gut wrenching feeling i have. i tore the paper from the notebook and crumpled it up before tossing it over to the trash can. it missed and fell into place with all of the other bad ideas balled up on the floor.

i turned to a clean piece of paper and tried to think of something. memories started flowing into my head. soon words started to form. i picked up the pen and began writing.

taste the poison from your lips

i hummed a soft melody as the words ran through my head.

her soft lips against mine slowly pulled away making a lonely feeling form in my chest. she leaned back into the couch and pulled out her phone.

i pushed my brows together and shook my head as i sat back.

lately were as good as gone

"dance with me," she slurred with a sheepish smile upon her lips. our favorite song echoed throughout the dimly lit house. i took her small hand in mine and twirled her around before pulling her back close to me.

Oh, our love is drunk and it's singing me my favorite song

"this isn't working shawn," the words left her lips as she ran her finger through her glossy long hair.

"what do you mean?" i stepped closer to her and tried to meet her eyes.

"we're made of glass, we both know this isn't going to work." just like that all of the air in my lungs escaped making my chest tighten. her glossy eyes looked into mine before she stormed out of the house.

me and you,
we were made to break
i know the truth, but it's much too late

my fingers traced small circles over her naked body that was surrounded by my arms. the duvet was the only thing covering us. her head laid on my chest. her messy baby hairs surrounded her pale face. her cheeks had a slight rose tint to them.

"this is wrong shawn." she said shaking her head.

"i know, but please stay the night. " i begged softly.

you're perfectly wrong for me
and that's why it's so hard to leave
yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me
even the stars could see
Why you're perfectly wrong for me

"you just make me so angry," she said slamming the door as she walked in. "it's like you don't even care." she said turning around to face me.

i didn't say anything, i just took off my shoes and brushed past her.

"are you not going to say anything?" she asked following me up the stairs.

"no." i shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"i hate you." her voice was bitter and cold. her eyes burned with anger. she quickly turned on her heel as she hurried out of the room. the sound of the door slamming signaled she was gone. i laid back on the bed and closed my eyes tightly as i sighed.

oh, you know how much it hurts
every time you say you hate me
but when we're making love you make it worth it
i can't believe the places you take me

i finished up the song by putting the chorus once again. i leaned back into the desk chair and looked down at the completed lyrics. i picked up the piece of paper before walking over to the piano.

my fingers pressed down on the keys as i found the right tune. the lyrics flowed out of me as i sang them with passion. once i finished, i blinked away the tears that managed to form in my eyes.

she was perfectly wrong for me.

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so since this was my favorite song off the new album, i wanted to create a story line behind the making. hope you guys like this.