Shawn Mendes Imagines

Regrets (pt. 1) ✔️

He frowned slightly. "I'm not. Forget it. Hurry up please."

I bit my lip as tears came to my eyes. "Can't you stay at her house for tonight and let me stay here for one more night?"

"Why would you want to stay here?"

"It's my home too, Shawn. I've lived here for three years. I'll need more than an hour to pack everything up and make arrangements."

"She won't be happy about this."

"I honestly don't care."

"Fine. Fine, you can stay another night." He looked at me sympathetically and I hated it.

"What about the lease?" I asked.

"What about it?" He questioned.

"Both of our names are on it. You can't change that out of the blue" I said in frustration.

"I'll sort it all out. You don't worry about that." He said flatly.

I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, my head spinning. My heart was breaking and he was just watching me. I can't believe he was throwing away our whole relationship for a girl he barely knows. I don't know which hurt more: the fact that he's moving in here with here and leaving me in the dust or the fact that he did all of this behind my back, where he had time to make other arrangements clearly, and expects me to be the one to abruptly leave.

"Are you gonna just stand there?" I snapped, suddenly fed up of his presence. I didn't want to see his face anymore.

"Are you okay?" Shawn questioned, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Why do you care?" I groaned, just wanting him to leave.

"Because, despite this, Y/N I do care about you."

"Then why are you leaving me? Why are you doing this?" I whispered, my words choked and broken as tears trickled down my cheeks. I turned my face away from him but he'd already seen me crying.

"Y/N..." He stepped forward, seeming as if he was about to comfort me, reaching out his hand. But then he rethought it and reclined, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets and staring at the ground.

"Just leave. I don't want you here."

"But –"

"Go!" I yelled suddenly, surprising him. "Go to her! What's stopping you?"

"I don't want to leave knowing you're hurt –"

"Oh my –" I stopped myself before I snapped his neck, taking in a deep breath. "Shawn, what did you expect? Me to be ecstatic that you're leaving me after four fucking years? There's no way you could end this relationship without hurting me."

"I..." He trailed off, eyes swivelling around the room. "Okay. I'll go."

"Bye."

"Bye." He whispered and reluctantly walked out of the room, head down.

His behaviour was so strange but I didn't have the energy to even think about why he was acting that way. He seemed upset, but I wouldn't know why. I mean, he was about to be with the girl he wants, wasn't he?

SHAWN'S POV:

"What took you so long?" Ellie asked, seeming pretty pissed off when I got back in the car.

"I was breaking up with my girlfriend." I reminded her, rolling my eyes.

"Ex–girlfriend." She muttered.

"Right, ex-girlfriend." I reminded myself, fixing the rear view mirror before putting my car in reverse.

"How did she take it?"