Shawn Mendes Imagines

Cheaters advice

Hey!! Im sorry for the crap title, I couldn't think of anything better.

Part 2 coming soon...

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"Hello?" I heard Ian's voice on the other end of the phone. His voice sounded different, it was laced with something, regret? I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Hey Ian, what's up?" I replied worriedly sitting up from my comfortable position on the couch.

"I-i need some advice, can you come over?" His voice came out shaky. My breath hitched.

"Ian, I don't know if that's a good idea. Your roommates with Shawn..." I trailed off, upsetting myself at the thoughts that I wish to forget.

Shawn was my boyfriend for almost 2 years, until he cheated on me at this stupid party.

6 months ago....

I walked up the stairs, looking left and right trying to find Shawn. I haven't seen him all night, but I didn't want to presume things so I shrugged it off and decided to look for him.

I entered each room, but I still couldn't find him. Music was booming around the house, but I could hear muffled noises in one of the rooms.

I screwed my face up in disgust, but became slightly anxious and the fact that the noises where coming from the only room I hadn't checked yet.

I gulped visibly as my body began to shake from nervousness, I swear I heard the sound of a moan. He can't be in there.

My hand reached for the door knob, twisting it all the way. Thoughts were racing through my mind and I hadn't even opened the door yet.

I swung the door open, my face going pale at the sight in front of me. It was my worst nightmare, I had never even dreamed that this day would ever come. Shawn, on top of a slut, naked, leaving hickeys all down her neck. Moans coming out of both their mouths.

I felt so heart broken, but what hurt the most, was the fact that he hadn't even noticed my presence yet. He was to busy getting pleasured by another woman to even pay attention to the look of horror that was on my face.

"S-Shawn?" I stuttered, my bottom lip trembling at tears streamed from my eyes. I didn't give a shit about my ruined make up. He finally looked up from the random girls neck, directly into my teary eyes.

"(Y-y/n). Shit. It's not what it looks like." He jumped off the girl and began to put his clothes back on.

I couldn't even stand being in the same room as him anymore. I looked back at the girl, wrapped up the covers and gave her a face of disgust.

I couldn't even speak, I felt so broken and betrayed. All I managed to say was two simple words.
"We're done."

I made my way out of the room and dashed downstairs, not even paying attention to the stares of pity i was getting. I was soon to realise that the music had stopped playing and all the attention was on what just happened.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard Shawn calling out my name from the distance. I quickened my pace to my car and jumped in, putting in the keys and bringing the engine alive.

Shawn ran out of the house and came over to my car. "Baby, no, no, no. Don't do this, please. I'm so sorry." He cried banging on my car window since I locked the doors.

I ignored his cries and carried on a backing out of the driveway, hitting on the gas peddle as soon as my car had reached the clear roads.

I carried on driving, looking back in my car mirror to see Shawn sitting on the floor crying into his hands. Some part of me wanted to turn the car around and forgive him, but I knew it was wrong. He hurt me and I can never forgive a man as selfish as he is.

End of flashback...

My eyes watered slightly at the memory, I wish there was a button I could press to make me forget what happened.

After the day of the events, he exploded my phone with calls and messages.

Shawn: baby? I'm so sorry.

Shawn: please answer me and let me explain.

Shawn: God, I'm so stupid. It didn't mean anything. I was drunk!

Shawn: I love you so much. I'm sorry I hurt you.

The calls and messages went on for months, but when he finally realised I wasn't going to answer any of them, he just gave up.

He was my everything and he threw it away, but I couldn't help but still feel something for him. You know what they say, you will always love your first love, right?

Even though I'm over it, I can't help but still feel hurt. I can't even look at him without imagining there lips moving against each other's.

"Please." Ian paused, before speaking again. "He won't bother you, I will make sure of that."

That was one of the reasons I loved Ian, even though Shawn was his best friend and roommate, he hated Shawn for hurting me.

"O-okay. I'll be there in 5." I mumbled, pulling the phone away from my ear and ending the call.

I really didn't want to see Shawn, I never want to see him again. But Ian needs me, so I need to be there for him like he was for me.