Shawn Mendes Imagines

cigarettes and arguments

[UNEDITED]

As Shawn lifted a cigarette to his lips, I asked, "Why do you smoke?"
We were sitting in silence, staring at the setting sun.

Shawn looked surprised, and blew a bit of smoke out.

"It helps calm me down."
"But it's not good for you."
"A lot of things aren't good for you." he chuckled.
"There's so many other ways to cope though."
"I guess." he paused, as if he was thinking. "Have you ever smoked?"
I shook my head.

"Do you want to try. "
"No thank you. "
I watched as he inhaled and exhaled the smoke. I bit my lip.

Without thinking, I grabbed the small thing from his hands and threw it on the ground, stepping on it and smushing it.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked, upset. "Cigarettes aren't cheap!" he yelled.

"I know, but it was bothering me."
He groaned.

"I- I'm sorry. "
He shook his head and stood up, storming back into our house.

"Shawn," I said, standing up and following him.  "I'm sorry, but-"
"Leave me alone, please." he said, going upstairs.
"But Shawn, you know that it bothers me when you smoke."
"And? It doesn't affect you. "
"But I'm concerned about you."
"Why? Do you think I mess everything up too?"
"What? No,  Shawn-"
"Listen, I've been stressed all day and I don't need a lecture from you right now, y/n." he said, turning around to face me.
"Okay, fine." I muttered.
"Speak up."
"I said okay."
He rolled his eyes and closed our bedroom door behind him.

I took a deep breath. He didn't want to be bothered, and I didn't want to annoy him more than I already do, so I decided to go on a walk.

I was walking through the park when my phone began ringing.

"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Dana. Is Shawn there? I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up."
"Oh,  I'm at the park right now, but I think he's at home. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need him to confirm something about the album. Thanks y/n."
"Of course." I said, ending the call.

It was beginning to get darker out so I began to walk back home. I could hear music playing really loudly. The closer I got to our house, the louder the music got. I took a deep breath.

There weren't any cars or people around our house, but the music was coming from inside. I opened the door and I thought my ear drums were going to burst.

"Shawn!" I called.

I saw the plug the speaker was connected to  and unplugged it. I went upstairs and heard the shower running.

"Shawn?" I knocked on the door.

The shower stopped and a few seconds later, Shawn opened the door. A towel was wrapped around his waist and he was dripping in water.

"Are you okay?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I'm sorry, y/n. Today was really rough, but I still shouldn't have yelled at you. I'll try to stop smoking for you."
I hugged him. He wrapped one arm around my waist and his hand held his towel.

I pulled away.
"So we're good?" I asked.
He nodded. "We're good."