Shawn Mendes Imagines

37 - Remembering Sunday

"I... I love you." She whispered. "I love you, Shawn. I really do."

He, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like a jar of butterflies was released inside his stomach. He felt like he was floating on air. He knew exactly what he felt for her. His heart started to beat faster than it ever did. Without thinking twice, he closed the gap between them and kissed her.

"I love you too, Y/n." He said pulling away.

She smiled and kissed him again. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist while she put hers around his neck, playing with his hair. After a while, they pulled away to catch their breath. He started kissing her all over her face as she giggled at him.

"I think I'm ready to give you a chance." She smiled.

"I won't let you down." He replied.

He went home and couldn't help but feel like a typical teenage girl when her crush asks her out or something. He has never felt this happy before. He felt like he could run several marathons. That started their relationship.

Years came by faster than they could ever notice. He was coming home from the mall after looking for a perfect ring to give to y/n. He was thinking of marrying her but he wanted to ask her at the perfect time especially because it's too soon for both of them. All of a sudden, he had this weird feeling, tugging in his gut that something wrong's going on with y/n. He rushed to her house and barged in. He searched everywhere for her but couldn't find a single trace of her. He could hear wincing from her bedroom and went in. He found y/n on the floor with a blade in her hands. Blood was running down from her wrist. He could hear his own heart shattering as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Shawn, I can explain." She muttered.

He said nothing. He knelt down to her level and grabbed the blade from her. He laid it down on the table near him and helped y/n up. He led her to the bathroom and cleaned the blood from her cuts, wrapping a towel around it. They sat on her bed in silence with his arms holding on to her for dear life.

"Why?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. "Why would you cut yourself? Aren't you happy with your life?"

She said nothing. She just cried into his chest as they sat there. He kissed the top of her head, trying to comfort her. She was at loss for words to explain herself. He knew she didn't want to talk about it but he wanted to know why she would ever do that to herself. For him, she's the most perfect girl you'll ever meet and anyone who earns her heart is one lucky motherfucker.

"Tell me, y/n. What's wrong? I promise I could help you." He pleaded.

"I didn't want to tell you... I didn't want to tell you that I was suicidal. I hate my life. This is why I didn't want to fall in love with you. I don't want to hurt you." She cried even more.

"Why?"

She told him about her past; about being bullied when she was little when he's not around to protect her; about being made fun of by everyone; about her parents pressuring her to do well in school; about being compared to her relatives.

"I had no idea." He said, teary eyed as y/n finished telling him the truth.

"No one knows about it. I never told anyone about it until now." She muttered to herself.

"I understand why you did it but why did you keep quiet about this? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't understand. I thought that maybe you would look at me as a freak. I didn't think you would care. I was afraid that you would leave me once you find out."