Shawn Mendes Imagines

Hurt

Hey! So this one is, eh.

Word://489
---------------------------

"Hey (Y/N)!" A deep voice spoke from behind me. I jumped slightly and turned my head to see who was calling my name. The voice belonged to Shawn, also known for being 'the hottest boy in school'.

I sighed and closed my locker, turning my body fully around in Shawn's direction. "What do you want, Shawn?"

"Well, I wanted to see you wanted to go on a date with me." He asked scratching the back of his neck.

"This is the third time you've asked me this week. Why do you keep asking me something if that you already know the answer to?" I replied softly and began to walk away.

Shawn gently grabbed my wrist, turning me back around. "(Y/N). Please, just let me take you on a date. I really like you."

"I really like you too Shawn. But I can't." And I wasn't lying when I said I liked him, because I did. What was there not to like about him? He was sweet, cute, funny. The list could go on, but I couldn't risk getting my heart broken again.

My last boyfriend was amazing, he was so sweet. He was everything a girl could want. Whenever I was sick he would make me soup and stay at home with me to cuddle, he hated the film 'ride along', but he new it was my favourite so he used to watch it with me. Everything was going great, until I caught him cheating on me with some girl who I once called a friend, which made my world come crashing down. It brought my confidence down and made me put up my walls, so I had issues with trusting people. Just knowing that the person you loved the most in this whole entire world, could just stab you in the back and betray you is the worst experience in the world, and nobody deserves to go through that sort of pain.

"Why? Am I not good enough?" His eyes mixed with hurt and sadness. His facial expression made me feel guilty, so I turned my head to the side to avoid his gaze.

"No, it's not you, it's me." It wasn't until I had already said it that I realised how stupid that was of me to say.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that before." He scoffed.

I didn't reply, instead just looked down at my not so white anymore converse. I hated rejecting Shawn like this, especially by the fact that out of all the girls drooling over him, all the beautiful girls he could have, he only payed attention to me.

I wanted to be with him so bad, but I just couldn't.

"Why do you always push me away? Why won't you let down your walls for me?" He whispered softly, taking ahold of my hand.

"Because I'm scared of getting hurt again."