OneShots - Shawn Mendes

Candy

Should've Said No- Taylor Swift Reputation Cover/ Remix

Just pick up!!

He is seriously impossible!! I don't even know why I am bothering with him at this point.

He's a hopeless case. Shawn won't ever change to be the person I want him to be. But yet I still care, yet I still want to fix him.

I don't think I can anymore.

I could never just walk away from him. No matter how many times he comes knocking at my door at 2 am and a sorry look on his face accompanied with a mediocre apology, I just can't turn him down.

Fighting with one another is the constant in our relationship. We don't really click. That's the problem.

It's like we are desperately trying to mold ourselves in order to make it work but it's not going to work.

We are just too different.

I like quiet evenings spent with him where we can get to know each other more and fall in love more, while he likes going out to parties so we can dance to loud music and kiss the night away.

I want to be able to be with the other version of him. Not the guy that is dancing the night away, smoking cigarettes and trash talking his friends. I don't want the Shawn that stands on my doorstep at 5 am wasted, begging me to kiss him.

I want the old him. The one that cared for me when I was sick, the one who bought candy and sweets on our dates, the one that took me to the movies and teased me the entire time...

The one that didn't have dark circles or bags under his eyes.

But things are different now.

I still love him...but I'm desperately trying to collect his broken shards and piece him back together again.

But does he want me to?

It's like this relationship was made to break.

Why are we so bound to failure? Why can't we work? We are always moving at the wrong pace for one another and I'm the only one willing to slow down to be at his pace.

I want to make this work. Why can't this work?!

I'm the only one fucking trying to fix what is happening. But, inevitably, I'm the one sitting in my apartment alone, in the cold.

Is this regret? Maybe.

No. No, I don't regret choosing him. I love him.

I love him. There's no doubt about that. Right?

I got a text from Misha that completely pulled me away from my thoughts.

Hopefully some good news. Although my gut tells me it will be quite the opposite of what I expect.

Her text was simple and straightforward, exactly the message I would expect from my bestfriend.

"He's at Kingston's Bar."

After reading that message, I shook my head. Of course he goes to the most popular bar.

As always, I have to go get him.

I don't want to be woken up at 5 am just because he could walk a street further to his place.

Really it's not even that I have a problem with. It's the fact that he has nothing to say.

Even drunk he's a fucking dick.

But I always have to fall for those don't I? The ones that don't really care about change, the ones that leave your heart spilled all over the floor.