imagines | shawn mendes

into a million pieces

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"shawn, just do what the lady says." you whisper yelled.

he groaned but walked then behind you to support you. you leaned against him while he supported your arms with his. you clutched onto him as if your whole life depended on him.

"good, now go through the breathing exercises we just discussed." the lady announced. what was it about antenatal classes that made you feel so safe? maybe it was the aura and the vibe that was set in every room.

you were somehow glad that shawn and you decided to take private sessions. he would be so embarrassed to do the exercises in front of other people. he shouldn't be, - you knew that-, it was supposed to help you through labor to deliver his child after all.

as you went through the exercises, extremely focusing on your breathing, Shawn didn't moved an inch. he held you strongly.

"mr. mendes i'd like you to join your girlfriend with the breathing exercises." the lady added after a few minutes.

"why would i do that?" he huffed, shifting in his stand.

"it is important that the partner is aware of what the women has to go through. during labor y/n will be under a lot of pain, stress and she will be anxious. it is very likely that she will forget the exercises. you can help her and go with her through the most important steps." she explains. you smile and nod.

"i'm not doing it." he shrugged and loosened his grip on you, causing you to stand on your own again.

"shawn-"

"mr. mendes it is very important for both your girlfriend and your child." she remained calm.

"fuck, i don't even know if it my child! so please shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" he growled angry, fists balling.

your mouth fell agape, "i am so sorry! uhm, can you maybe give us a minute?" you turned to the teacher and watched her nod and leave the room.

"are you kidding me? what the hell is wrong with you?" you now turned to him, angrier as ever.

"i'm just telling the truth, y/n!" he shouted.

"truth? where was that the truth? you made it look like i'm a cheap slut who sleeps around and doesn't know with whom's child she is pregnant!"

"well, isn't that exactly what happened?"

your heart sunk, blood boiling even more.
"oh, you wanna go that way? we both know that's not what happened! you and i had an one night stand, and for fucks sake yes i slept with another men a month before that! a month, shawn! how many girls had you been sleeping with at the time, huh?"

"i don't see why that should matter." he huffed.

"it matters because you called me a slut when you're the real slut! the date of this kid doesn't match with the date i slept with the other guy. and you know that! i gave you the choice to go and you decided to stay! you said you wanted to raise this child with me and try for a relationship, what the hell happened to that?" you were on the edge to breaking down.

you loved shawn, you truly did. over the past eight months you'd completely fallen for him. he had been nothing but sweet to you, confessing his love over and over again. but lately he had been acting strange, coming home very late, being cold and then loving the next minute and even ignored his closest friends.

"what happened?" you shouted with tears streaming down your face when he didn't answer you.

"fuck, don't fucking yell at me! you have no fucking idea what this situation does to me. do you think we are ready to be parents? because i don't, y/n! we're not fucking ready!"

"maybe you're not ready, but i am!" you clutched your hands around your big belly. "i tried so- so hard! i made you feel loved, i tried to fit in your lifestyle, i changed so many things to compromise! i changed my whole life whilst-"

"whilst i fucked my assistant." he interrupted.

and if your heart hadn't broken into millions of pieces before it sure did right then. everything broke. your heart, your soul, it seemed like your whole life had been shattered by just five words.

you choked out a sob, stepping back from him and holding on to the railing on the wall.

"i'm sorry-"

"no! don't you dare apologize! h-how could you? i- i am carrying your child! you t-told me you l-love me! you fucking asshole!" you cried. wanting nothing more then to punch him but you were too scared to go near him. he would find a way to suck you back into his life if you wouldn't keep your distance.

"let me explain!" his face was all of the sudden. as if he never said those cruel things just five minutes before. as if he never hurt you.

he'd slept with another women, then came home to you and told you he loved you and your child. who would do that? it was disgusting.

"you don't get to explain anything! you disgust me! leave! i don't ever want to see you again."

"what about the baby?"

"oh so now you care? what the fuck is wrong with you? one minute you accuse me of lying to you and the next you act like you care? i know that it's your baby and i won't take your right of seeing your child away from you but you better stay the fuck away from me."

"y/n..."

"leave!" you shouted before breaking down in tears and cries. he nodded, gathering his things before leaving the room. and it felt like your soul left with him.