Shawn Mendes Imagines

the weight

You sighed in relief as you slumped down in the driver's seat of your car, relieved to have been freed from work early. You reached for your phone out of your bag and rang Shawn, your boyfriend; he didn't pick up which was unlike him but you put it down to him already being preoccupied by something.

You shut off the car and climbed out, swinging your bag over your shoulder in the process. You walked through the hallway of your house and called for Shawn but to no avail, he was nowhere to be seen; you placed your bag down on the kitchen counter and kicked off your shoes.

Noticing his shoes by the door you called out for him again, "Shawn? Where are you?", you paced back to the hallway and ascended the stairs. When you reached the top of the stairs a sound of small whimpers interrupted your train of thoughts, you stood outside your bedroom door and listened for a few seconds to the heartbreaking sounds. Gently pushing the door open, you pooped your head around the gap and saw Shawn's back facing you, his broad frame shaking with each sob as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Shawn? What's wrong?" you asked as you walked over to him, your heart shattering at the sight in front of you.

"N-nothing" he quickly replied, jolting up from his sitting position and walking over to the window, his back still facing you.

"Don't give me that, I know when something's wrong" you said, walking over to him and placing a hand on the small of his back.

"Y/N, I said nothing's wrong. Drop it" he spluttered out and moved away from your touch. You flinched away and furrowed your eyebrows at him, taken aback by his sharpness.

"Shawn, please talk to me. I love you" you murmured and moved back closer to him, gazing up at his bloodshot, watery eyes that were absorbed by the deepening sunset. You heard him let out a sigh as he hung his head down, "I just can't do this anymore Y/N it's all too much".

"Do what? Have I done something wrong?" you panicked at his words as your heart rate increased.

"No,no,no, it's not you! I mean the pressure, everyone wants something that I can't give and I can't do this anymore. I'm a let down..." he whispered as his voice began to crack.

"Baby, don't say that. You are the furthest thing from a let down, look how far you've come! I'm so unbelievably proud of you and I always will be, your fans adore you and so do I. You know I'll always be here for you when things get tough, I love you" you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist. A tear escaped from his eye as he moved over to the bed, resuming his position with his head in his hands, his body once again beginning to shake from his cries.

You quickly moved over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder and holding him as he wept.

"I d-don't want to do th-this anymore" he cried.

"Shh, shh" you cooed into his ear as his body shook, "You don't have to make any decisions now, you're hurting".

When the tears had slowed he turned to face you, "What do I do, Y/N? It's all too much" he sniffled.

"Take a break from it, not permanently but until you feel better, management and the fans will understand. We can go away and just escape from it all, ".

He smiled down at you, his eyes still red from the crying "I love you, Y/N. I really do".

You nestled your head into his neck and kissed it softly, his body relaxed around you as he entwined his fingers with yours and laid back on the bed with you. "I love you too Shawn."

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I'm not very happy with this but I really wanted to post tonight for you guys, I might end up posting again later to make up for this! X