Shawn Mendes Imagines

Truce

Your POV

I unlocked the front door of Shawn and I's shared flat. We had just had a huge argument and I had gone out to cool off. I assumed he had gone to bed as I slipped off my trainers and coat, putting them away. I wandered into the living room and jumped slightly at the tall figure on the sofa. Ignoring them, I turned on my heal and began to make my way out of the rood, towards the bedroom.
"No...wait please..." Shawn sighed, pushing himself up from the sofa.
"What Shawn? Please don't start again...I really don't have the energy right now." I sighed, turning to him and looking straight into his eyes.
"I don't want to argue Y/N." He sighed. 

We both stood in silence for a dew moments before Shawn spoke up.
"Look lets just call a truce." He said.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't wanna go to bed like this so...Y/N I'm sorry." He smiled.
"I'm sorry too Shawn." I smiled, embracing him in a tight hug.