Shawn Mendes Imagines

// Request 16 //

Request for goodessAthena

[UNEDITED]

"Hey, Shawn, do you want to hang out tonight?"
"I can't. I already made plans with Camila."
"But we haven't hung out in a while."
"I know, but Camila and I are writing tonight. And plus, I know you don't like paparazzi."
"Yeah, but I still want to hangout with my boyfriend."

"Maybe sometime later okay, Bre?"
I nodded.

"Okay, well, I gotta go. Bye, Bre."
"Bye, Shawn." I said as he got up from the couch and walked out of my house.

I sighed, realizing that he probably wants to break up eventually.

I grabbed my phone from the counter and scrolled through Instagram.

I kept getting tagged in a photo and fans kept sending me it.

When I looked at the picture, I bit my lip, knowing what was happening.

"Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello are dating?!" the caption read. It was a picture of them holding hands. It clearly wasn't photoshopped, as Camila liked the post.

I read the comments.

What happened to Bre?

Shawn, Istg if you're chea-

They are so cute

It's a pr. They've been saying they were just friends for years and now after their song was released they're in love?? Sis, this doesn't add up.

Is this a pr? Maybe. Are they still cute? Yes.

Shamila!! Finally!!

There were hundreds of other comments.

I didn't know whether to cry or be upset, as it could all be fake, but still I couldn't help but to be upset.

I didn't want to call Shawn. I didn't want to talk to him.

I threw my phone on the couch and stood up, walking into the kitchen. I needed to get this off my mind, so I decided to make cupcakes.

Once I put the cupcakes into the oven, I heard the front door open.

"Baby!" Shawn called.

I ignored him and scrolled through my phone. He walked into the kitchen and said, "Hey."
I stared at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to hug me, but I pushed him off.

"What's wrong?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
"Woah, what did I do?"

"You know what, never mind. Why don't you go hang out with Camila."
"You saw?"
"Of course I did."
"Bre-"

"What happened?"
"Listen, Bre, I'm sorry-"
"For?"
"I-um-well things happened-"
"Like?"

He looked at the ground.

"Are you serious?"
"I-I'm sorry."

"S-Shawn, please tell me you're lying."
He spent made eye contact with me.

"Get out."
"I-I'm sorry-"
"Leave my house."

"Bre, I can't explain."
"Nope, get out."

He kept arguing with me, but eventually left.

I didn't know what hurt me more: him lying to me or breaking my heart.