Shawn Mendes Imagines

Mistress

My hands shook anxiously in my lap as my eyes concentrated on nothing but my hands.

The engagement was announced 3 days ago.

And a part of me was happy for him. But the rest? Guilt and sadness consumed me.

The past 3 days were absolute hell for me. As much as I wanted to hear from him, how much my heart longed for him. I knew it was wrong.

It had been wrong for the past year.

So the past 72 hours I sat up in my bed, asking myself, why I allowed it to go this far. I knew it was a one-sided relationship. No amount of love I offered would ever replace the love he had for her. And I couldn't even compare.

She was a supermodel, confidence, and beauty locked into her soul. And I was an emotional mess who struggled to pay for my tuition fees.

I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen for what seemed like the longest. As if the text appeared again on my screen, just like it did 10 minutes ago.

I'm on my way.

The second his name popped onto my phone screen, my heart shot through my body. The adrenaline caused by those 4 words. The effect he had on me was crazy.

The loud knocking on my door broke me out of my thoughts. Immediately, I snapped my head towards the direction of my front door.

Anxiously getting up, I opened the door. And there he was. A frustrated Shawn stormed through my apartment, making his way passed me and onto the couch, I had just been sitting on a few seconds ago.

I shut my door and walked over to him, deciding to sit on the very edge of the couch, far from him.

His face was shoved into his hands as he rubbed his forehead in defeat.

"She's driving me nuts." Shawn spoke out, breaking from his hiding place in his hand.

Of course he was talking about her. I should have expected this. I did expect this. But I know deep down in my heart I wanted him to rush in here and tell me that it was a mistake and that he wanted to be with me. But of course, we have our shares of fantasies that never come true.

Deciding to keep quiet I sat there in silence, listening to the next words that would eventually come out of his mouth.

"The stupid wedding is all she cares about right now. 'We need to print out the guest list'. 'You need to get fitted for your tuxedo'. 'We should pick the closest date from now'." He finally looks at me, "Sometimes I regret even proposing this early to her. Like sometimes I'm writing in my room and here she comes, bombarding me with questions about the wedding." He complains leaning back onto the couch.

He sat there, eyes fixed onto the ceiling above. I knew he was waiting for my response. He usually comes to my apartment and complains about the problems he's been having with her.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing 2 glasses from my cabinet.

"Well, maybe you should cut her some slack?" I proposed shrugging my shoulders as I poured water into both cups that had been filled with a bit of ice.

"What?" He sat up immediately, looking at me judgingly.

"I mean come on," I made my way over to the couch and set the glasses onto the coffee table, "don't you expect her to be happy? I mean you guys just got engaged, she must be ecstatic right now." I paused taking a sip of my water, also to break the intense stare he was giving me, "Any girl would be happy."

"It's just annoying." He scoffed shaking his head. "I just need time away from her right now."

The same words he would use to explain that he needed a hot fuck to get his mind off of things, mostly from her.