Shawn Mendes Imagines

Cheating? ✔️

"Shawn, I'm home!" I shouted out into the large apartment. Waiting in silence for a moment, I noticed how oddly quiet it was. Shawn could get to be very loud around me which was a nice change from the shy boy he was around strangers. So, it was weird that there was no sound coming anywhere, not even the radio, which he constantly left on. He was adamant that it set the tone for the homes ambiance. It made no sense for him to not be here because he had called me about an hour ago saying that he was home and waiting. I strolled throughout the apartment looking worriedly for some sign of him. When I got to the small music studio we had, I could see him huddled against the wall with his head down, his laptop slightly overturned beside him. His head was in his hands and from here I could hear him whispering "No, no, no." to himself.
    Quietly I padded over to him and sunk down against the wall until I hit the ground. He still sat in the same position except now he was eerily quiet. I pushed some hair out of his face and left a lingering kiss on his cheek in which I could almost feel the heat coming off of him.

"Shawn, what happened?" he breathed with a loud exhale making me flinch a little, but he remained silent.

"How can I help if you won't tell me?"

His hands came off his face and he lifted his head up to look at the laptop to his left, a pained expression written on his face. Watching him still, I grabbed the laptop and saw what he was looking at. He had been on twitter looking through his dms. Some fan had sent him the worst picture they possibly could of me, and I hadn't been alone.

I was kissing an unknown guy.

Shawn made a move to wipe his eyes but stopped and decided against it.

"How long ?" He clenched his teeth angrily. I stayed silent trying to figure out what he meant.

"How long has this been going on?" He shouts in my face. Pure anger and hurt was written across his face and I flinch from the intensity of it.

"Shawn I would never do-"

" THERES A PICTURE Y/ N. DON'T LIE TO ME." He interrupts me.

I back away from his as his temper is quickly spiralling out of control.

"Shawn do you even know how old the picture is?"

His eyebrows knit together and he lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Ok y/n , explain it then, please enlighten me" sarcasm drips in his voice but it doesn't stop me.

"First of all Shawn, I love you and I would never do that to us. This past year has been the best of my life and honestly I never want this to end. You're all I have here. I barely know anyone because I moved to the other side of the country to be with you! Secondly, you didn't look at the time stamp on the bottom of the picture, did you?" He frowns.

"That is from two years ago Shawn. I don't exactly remember when that happened, it looks like a party I don't know. But what I do know is that I would never do that to you." Shawn sits there still but doesn't say anymore.

I move back to him and wrap my arms around his neck. His expression is emotionless. But I can tell how hard he is trying to stay mad at me. I swing my leg over his lap until I'm straddling him with my arms still looped around his neck. He keeps looking down silently until I can't take it anymore

"Shawn, babe, don't do this to me. Us." I push his chin up so he's forced to look at me.

His eyes are slightly wet still and I wipe with the sleeve of my shirt. I pull him closer to me until his eyes are looking straight into mine.

"I don't know what I was thinking
y/n. I love you so much and I'm just afraid that after a while you'll just get sick of me." I can see the pain in his eyes and I know he truly means it. So I move my lips a little closer waiting for him to close the gap. I look down at his lips for only second to let him know I want him to kiss me.

Thankfully, he gets the message and soon his lips are on mine and his hands are playing with my hair. My stomach does so many flips and my head feels so fuzzy but I keep it up. I grasp the hairs on the nape of his neck as he nips my bottom lip and I gasp allowing him entrance. His tongue massages mine delicately, almost as if he's afraid I'll break. His hands move down from hair to my butt, as he massages it roughly with his big hands. My hands now rest on his chest and he breaks the kiss slowly, driving me crazy with intoxication.

"You're so out of my league." He whispers.

I scoff loudly. "More like you're out of mine."

I rest my head against his chest. "You know what Shawn?"

"What?"

"You get jealous really easily."

Now it's his turn to scoff. "Whatever you say y/n, whatever you say..." We lay there for what seems like minutes but in reality by the time we get up, it's almost midnight.