Shawn Mendes Imagines

Moving In

A/N: imagine requested by @imsorryimnotyours. Hope you like it!

"Hey babe, I was thinking we should change the wall colors," I walked slowly into the studio with paint swatches in my hand.

I heard Shawn sigh before looking up at me, taking off his headphones and exiting the booth.

"What?" He asked, running a veiny hand through his thick mop of brown hair, before stuffing both hands into the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

"I was just thinking this color would be better in our bedroom," I smiled up at him, while holding out a swatch called Melon, a pale orange.

Shawn and I had planned on moving in together in the coming months, and were in the process of choosing furniture, decor, and paint colors.

"Whatever," he shrugged while I rolled my eyes at his behavior.

"What's your issue?" I asked, grabbing his upper arm as he turned around to return to the booth.

"My issue? I don't have one," Shawn scoffed, raising an eyebrow. He shook me off his arm and walked over to the booth.

"Here we go again," I mumbled.

"What was that?" Shawn snapped, turning around.

"Stop giving me an attitude, Shawn. I'm just as stressed as you, and I'm trying my best here. It's really starting to seem as though you aren't interested in moving in together!" I threw my hands up in exhaustion. Shawn and I had been through this type of argument numerous times. It was then that I began to rethink my decision of living with him.

"Oh, please! I'm working my ass off in the studio day and night and all you do is strut in here disrupting me with fucking paint colors. I have real work to do, unlike you, and I'd appreciate if you could respect that for once instead of making me drop everything so you can ask me if I like fucking Marshmallow!" He yelled, an angry vein protruding from his neck as he rolled his eyes in frustration.

"First of all, it's Melon," I pointed a finger at him, "and second, if you find me so annoying and think I contribute nothing then why the hell are we moving in together?!" I shouted back.

My eyes flickered to the back of the studio where Geoff sat with an open mouth, before quickly returning to work as our eyes met.

"You know what?" Shawn started, "maybe you're right!"

"What?" My heart began to beat faster, my gaze softening.

"Maybe you're right. I don't wan't to move in with you anymore," Shawn shrugged, shaking his head.

"That's it?" My voice was softer as I attempted to hold back my tears, "you're just gonna end it like that?"

Shawn simply nodded before turning around and heading back into the booth.

"Well, fuck you! I never wanted to move in with you to begin with!" I shouted, before storming off to my car.

I was surprised I had made it home in one piece. All i could think about as I was driving was my relationship with Shawn and how he ended everything with one simple sentence.

I opened the door to my apartment, instantly regretting every decision I had made back at the studio. I missed Shawn incredibly, and it hadn't even been two hours. I felt a part of me had been ripped out, torn into a million pieces. My lips were dry and trembling, eyes filled to the brim with tears as I retreated to my room and sobbed.

Hours passed, my makeup smudged across the pillow sheets and duvet, cheeks and eyes stained with black. There was a soft patterned knock on the door, making me instantly aware of who was behind it. It was a pattern Shawn and I had created in the ninth grade to knock on each other's windows when it was time to sneak out. The quick memory made me smile through my tears as I opened the door to see none other than my boyfriend of ten years.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what else to say because all I'm feeling right now is guilt, a-and I'm just so fucking sorry. I want to move in with you, I want to spend my life with you, I want this, and I want you. A-And I get if you do-"

I cut him off, grabbing his cheeks and pressing my lips against him, wanting nothing more than to feel close to him once again.

"I love you, I'm sorry too," I pulled away, resting my forehead against his.

"I never meant to hurt you this much. I'm just tired and stressed and I know that is no excuse at all but just know I love you incredibly and I do want to live with you," he whispered, biting his lip as he pulled me in for the tightest hug.

"'Me too," I rested my head against his chest, relaxed by the sound of his beating heart.

"By the way," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair soothingly, "I'm on board with Melon, I think it's a lovely color."

__________________________
i'm back!! sorry for the disappearance and lack of posts, check my last chapter for my reason haha but im HERE and i hope u all liked this imagine((:

love yall forever n ever

-rebecca❤️