Shawn Mendes Imagines

Waiting

This imagine was requested by gabriar :) I'm sorry for the chapter name too. I couldn't think of anything else😂
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"Why are you just sitting there as if everything's okay?! I'm not the only person in this relationship, Shawn!" I screamed behind my tears, watching the love of my life just sit on the couch, sipping his beer.

We were arguing for at least the 5th time this week. He'd been coming home late from work almost everyday, smelling like a woman's perfume and his clothes all messy and crinkled. God knows what he's been up to.

"I'm trying to watch the game," He growled, staring at the football match on the television. His face held an hard and emotionless expression, as if every part of his feelings had been drained from his body. The glass bottle of alcohol was clutched tightly in his hand, taking gulps from it every few minutes.

"So the game is more important than your wife?" I cried, my vision blurred from the endless tears that streamed down my face.

"Can you move, Gabria? You're in the way of the screen," He spat from gritted teeth, blanking my previous question. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the pain he was causing me.

"What's even the point of this relationship? Do you even love me anymore?" I whispered, hiccuping afterwards. What came next was what crushed me and broke my heart in two; silence.

He said nothing. That was his answer, he didn't love me anymore. It was clear he didn't. All the late nights, smelling like women when he returned, he doesn't even cuddle with me at night anymore.

"Okay, fine. I get it," I mumbled behind my tears, and I turned to walk up the stairs. My legs carried my up to the second floor of my house, and to our room. Once I reached the room I slammed the door, immediately breaking out in sobs once the door closed.

Everything we'd been through, all the fights and arguments, I thought we could get through them. I thought even through the hurtful words, we would still love each other.

If he didn't love me, then what am I doing here? I needed to leave, so that's what I'm going to do. Picking up my bag from my wardrobe, I stuffed in as many as my clothes as I could. I wasn't even sure where I would be going, but I needed to leave; and fast.

Once I'd gathered a majority of my clothes, I zipped up the bag and threw it over my shoulder. This is it, I thought. I wasn't even sure where I was going to stay for the time being, but I knew I would find a place sooner or later.

The small picture frame sitting next to the bed caught my eye, it was a picture of me and Shawn in Paris, and he had his arms around my waist whilst kissing me. That day was unforgettable and was very special to us; it was the day we both said our first 'I love you's.'

I sighed as more tears fell at the memory, and turned myself around to walk out of the room. The door closed on my way out and I slowly walked down the stairs. Once I reached the end of the stair case, I saw Shawn sitting in the exact same spot he was sitting in 10 minutes ago, intensely staring at the screen.

My bag accidently bashed against the wall making a loud banging sound echo along the halls, which caught his attention. His head snapped in my direction, giving me a glare, until he saw the large bag I was holding in my hand.

He immediately gulped, his eyes going wide. "What're you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing," I snapped, and began to put on my shoes which where sitting on the steps. Don't ask why I kept a pair of shoes on the stairs, it was a habit I had as a kid and it's stayed with me ever since.

"Don't give me that attitude, Gabria. I haven't done anything wrong," He snapped back.

I scoffed. He hasn't done anything wrong? Was he joking? "Are you being serious? You treat me like shit! You've been coming home late from work for the past 3 weeks, smelling like women's perfume! And don't think I haven't seen the hickeys on your neck when you come home,"

Another reason to hate him; he often comes home with large blue and red love bites spread out across his neck. I see them when I've laid awake waiting for him to return, at around 3:00am when he enters the bedroom.

My eyes grew watery again as I watched him stand slowly. He stayed silent, knowing everything I said was true.

I sighed and picked up my bag, and dragged it along with me to the door.

"Where are you going?" I heard his panicked voice from behind me.

"I can't stay here anymore Shawn. I'm leaving," I answered, ready to open the door and leave my husband.

"Wait, what?" He spoke softly, looking confused. He took a step towards me and shook his head gently.

"You heard me. I'm sorry, but I can't live like this anymore," I cried, and then noticed the metal wrapped around my finger. I gently gripped onto the finger and slid it off, and held it up to Shawn for him to take.

"N-no. You're gonna put that ring back on your finger, and unpack your bag, now," His voice cracked, emotions now springing all over the place. He had a paled face and his eyes were glossy.

"I-I can't, I'm sorry," I wiped my eyes and grabbed Shawn's hand, placing the diamond ring in the palm of his hand.

Grabbing my bag, I quickly made a run for the door, ignoring his desperate shouts to come back. As much as I loved him, I couldn't do it anymore.

I wanted us to be happy together, and for us to grow old and spend the rest of our lives together. But he wasn't ready to be tied down just yet, and when he is; he will come back to me. And I will be waiting.