Shawn Mendes Imagines

The epitome of a fall out

"What are we?" You say, smashing an empty wine glass on the floor, running your bruised hand through your tangled hair. Your breathing pattern is unsteady and strained. He doesn't do anything, just blankly stands there, with faint tear marks imprinted on his face.

"I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind." You whisper to yourself multiple times, dragging your hands through your messy hair and pacing around the room.

"So am I." You hear his voice whisper gently.

Fresh cuts from the smashed pieces of glass started to form amongst your fingers, as you slowly started to go insane by the second. You tried to bottle it all in, which seemed impossible to you.

"I thought we were going strong, I thought we were holding on, aren't we?"

You both stand far apart from each other, a repelling force which only starts to separate the two of you through every word, every action, every choice you make.

He tries to inch closer to you, but it always resulted in you backing up further away, you were so lost on what to do, hurt and confused. You were left dumbfounded.

"You can't give up on me just yet Y/N, you can't give up on us, I can't give up on us, we can't give up on us. Please, help me." Shawn states, grabbing your hands in his large ones. You look down at them and back at Shawn repeatedly, with a look of worry and stress in your eyes

"I-I don't know Shawn. Look at what I've done to you. This is all my fault." You whisper, hanging your head down in shame, a tear gently cascading down your cheek, and your eyes starting to well up and blur your vision.

"Y/N, you've got to put your trust in me. We can put the past behind us, and move forward, that will be so much better, please. All I'm asking is for your grant. I'm begging you, please." He says with hope, holding your hands tighter and boring his soft hazel brown eyes into yours.

"Shawn"

"Yes love?"

"Can you hold me please?" You whisper so quietly, but loud enough so that Shawn was able to hear you. He instantly responds and embraces you into his comfort, his arms gently wrapping around your waist. You sigh in satisfaction as he rests his chin on the top of your head. His heartbeat is to be heard as your ear is gently pressed to the polyester material of his shirt, the short and even thuds of his pulse are heard.

There you guys are, standing in a room full of broken furniture and cutlery, shards of glass scattering the floor, only to end with the deep breaths of you and Shawn.

"Don't give up on me." He says, with his chin still on top of your head.

"I promise."

~Hanna