Shawn Mendes Imagines

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{Shawn's POV}
I slammed the glass against the wooden counter in front of me. I ordered a couple more drinks and ran a hand through my hair, loosening my tie.

"Trouble in paradise?" The young girl behind the counter asked with a slight smirk. I shrugged and thanked her for the shots she laid out in front of me.

"That's one way of putting it." I sighed and watched as my phone repeatedly vibrated beside me. I simply pressed decline and turned my phone over so it was faced down. She smiled sadly and wiped down the counter, throwing the cloth over her shoulder.

"I've been there," she chuckled softly, running her hands down her black jeans. "I hope it works out for you." She smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," She nodded and turned back around to another customer.

I eventually turned my phone over and mentally groaned. I unlocked it and went straight to contacts, finding her name.

To: Y/N
Please, stop. I just need sometime to think.

Almost immediately, she read the text. A few seconds later, three dots appeared as she began typing. A few more shots were placed in front of me and I thanked the bartender without taking my eyes off my phone.

From: Y/N
Can we talk about it?

To: Y/N
I told you, I just need some alone time. I love you, but I need time to myself.

Truthfully, I didn't care for what she had to say. Whether it was due to the alcohol or simple her, I just didn't have the time nor the patience. Especially not tonight. Right now, my main priorities are what the hell im going to drink next.

I looked at me phone: 1:28am. I sighed, contemplating what my next move was.

I could either go home and face her. Meaning I would walk straight into another argument which I wasn't prepared for. I wasn't mentally or physically ready. I was exhausted.

Or I could stay here, and drink the night away. I didn't really know what I was drinking, and to be honest, I didn't care. As long as I was getting drunk.

I checked my phone once more; no new messages. I sighed and threw my phone into my pocket, making my final decision.

The night went on and it was now 3:02am. Most people were now leaving, and it was just me and a few drunk girls at the bar. They repeatedly asked for a drink that did not exist, which made me chuckle quietly to myself.

"2 vodka shots, please." My heart rate quickened as my head snapped up. The bartender nodded and prepared the drinks as I slowly shook a glance to my left.

She sat there. Her hair was in a loose bun on top of her head and she was in one of my hoodies and some sports leggings. Her face was visibly pale and slightly red on her cheeks. She softly rubbed her eyes with her hands and looked around the bar, her eyes finally landing on mine. I quickly looked back forward, and so did she.

She downed the shots quickly as I cleared my throat.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, interrupting the awkward silence. She shrugged and raised her eyebrows softly, asking for some more shots.

"Could say the same to you." I nodded and played with my fingers. "You didn't answer my calls." She mumbled.

"I know," I stated. "I told you I wouldn't." Her shots came and she immediately drank two out of the three placed in front of her. I quickly grabbed the third one, tossing it down my throat carelessly.

"How many have you had?" She asked me. I moved up a seat so I was next to her and softly hiccuped.

"A few." I replied. "How about you?" I asked.

"I had a few bottles of wine back home." She said with a small nod, circling the shot glass with her ring finger. I watched as the glass made a soft whistling sound and she smiled to herself.

"Want to head home?" I asked her. She checked the time on her phone and shrugged.

"You really want to?" She looked over at me and I nodded in response.

"Don't you?" She sighed before placing some cash on the counter and standing up, stumbling slightly. She grabbed her bag and I followed her actions.

We silently stumbled out the bar, one of us occasionally hiccuping and the other chuckling.

"Sorry for not answering your calls or texts." I slurred softly as we approached the steps to our apartment complex. She fished her keys from her purse and shoved her hands in her pockets.

"It's fine," she responded bluntly. I could tell she was pissed, and I didn't blame her.

We entered the elevator and I swiftly grabbed her waist, turning her to face me. She looked down at the ground, until I gently lifted her chin up with my finger and thumb.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," I said truthfully. She gave me a small smile before pecking me softly on the lips. We pulled away briefly and both smiled widely at each other.

The elevator door opened and I grabbed her hand, running towards our door. She laughed loudly as she unlocked the door and I waited impatiently behind her.

The door closed behind us as we kissed sloppily, not really having any rhythm. She smirked at me and swiftly lifted my shirt above me head, tracing my abs with her finger.

"I love you," she mumbled into the kiss. I moved down to her neck and smirked.

"I love you, too,"

I don't remember a lot of that night, but what I do know was that it was amazing.