••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

23: The Only Opinion That Matters

Y/N's POV
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Behind my back, to my face..
'Fat slut'
'Whore'
'He deserves someone better than her'
'Ugly bitch'
Seeing those words in bold on my phone.
Hearing them alloud on the streets.
Being the Shawn Mendes' girlfriend, it was my job to suck it up.
'Don't show them that it hurts you, otherwise they won't stop.'
Even when I smile through the pain, they still continue. Shawn knows what they say. He knows that it hurts me.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down into the palms of my hands.
Catching my teadrops, letting them roll down my sleeves.
"Baby? What's wrong?" Shawn asks me, peering out of the kitchen.
"They won't stop! I can't take it anymore!" I shout while he walks in my direction.
"Shh.. y/n." He says, wrapping his strong arms around me.
His soft, loving face burrys itself in my hair, leaving soft kisses.
He removes my hands from my face and takes them in his.
Using his thumb to wipe my tears away.
"You're too brave to let those stupid haters tear you down." He says, stroking my cheek.
"No I'm not. I'm weak."
"No, you're brave and beautiful and smart. You're my world, y/n." When he spoke those words, my storm of tears dried and a small smile curled between my cheeks.
"I love you, Shawn." I whisper to him.
"I love you more, y/n. Now promise me that you won't let them get you down. Promise me that you know that you're way better than them, ok?"
I bury my face in his chest.
"Promise."
"Good. Y/n?
"Yes?"
"I'm going to marry you one day. Not only because I love you, but because I wanna piss off every little fucker that thinks I could do better."
I chuckle.
"Promise?"
"Promise."