This imagine's really long so bear with me
"If you trusted me, you wouldn't even be complaining right now!" Shawn exclaimed.
It was our first actual fight since our 'fresh starts'. And by looking at the things that were going down, I honestly didn't know where we'd end up later on.
"Well, maybe, I have my own problems too, Shawn!" I snapped back,"For all you know, I could be having a battle with myself right now. But no, you don't know that."
He started to say something, but I cut him off.
"You don't know that because you've been screwing other girls when you're on tour!"
"Who the fuck told you that?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
"Many people. More than you'd like to know," I replied.
His expression softened all of a sudden. He wiped tears away from my face. I was crying? "And you believed them."
"It's hard not to," I said softly. I didn't want to argue with him. We were supposed to be more mature, as approximately eight months ago, we actually broke up because we weren't mature enough for each other.
"Hun... you know that's not true." He shook his head, his eyes searching for mine. He took my hands in his, but I moved away from him.
"Stop it, Shawn. Just tell me if you love me or not. Just tell me if you like someone else. Just tell me."
"No, hun. I don't love anyone else. I don't like anyone else. I love you," he said, almost tearing up.
"I don't know, Shawn..."
"Baby, please," he pleaded, his eyes glistening with tears as he held my hand.
"This isn't something you can fix that easily," I answered, trying not to hurt his feelings, but failing miserably.
His gaze found its way to the floor. "You don't believe me?"
"Shawn, I-"
"You don't believe me," he scoffed, shaking his head. "You believe in others and not even your own boyfriend. I'm your boyfriend," he paused, before continuing,"Wow. I thought we were supposed to trust each other."
"I do trust you, Shawn. Okay? I trust you with my own life."
"Then why are you complaining?"
"Complaining about how you're always on tour? How is that so wrong?"
"Well, maybe because you should stop being this clingy ass girlfriend who probably only wants me for my-" he cut himself off with a frantic look on his face as he realized what he said, then taking a deep breath before sighing it out. "Look, I'm-"
"You think I want you for your what? What was that?" I asked in disbelief.
"Look, (Y/N)."
"Just answer my damn question, Shawn."
"I didn't mean it. I don't mean it," he corrected himself.
"That doesn't change the fact that I'm this clingy ass girlfriend, now does it?"
"You're not! I was just mad and I just..."
Completely ignoring him, I turned toward the stairs, before walking up to my bedroom. "You can leave if you want."
"No, (Y/N)-"
I kept ignoring him, giving him the silent treatment.
I was on my bed when I finally lost it. I started crying. And crying. And basically just kept on crying until there were no more tears to cry out.
"(Y/N), open the door!" I heard Shawn's muffled voice through the door.
I didn't reply. I just lied in bed, exhausted from all the crying, and decided that I should just rest for a bit. Maybe he'll grow up in a few minutes.
I don't even know why I'm still with him. Do I love him? Yes, you do. Are you that dumb to even question it?
I sighed when I heard the door open.
"Baby, I'm sorry..." he apologized. "I didn't mean anything I said," he continued, lying on the space beside me.
Feeling his arms wrap around me, I flinched away, before relaxing into his touch. Damn it, Mendes!
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, pressing soft kisses on my neck and my shoulder as I lied on my side.
It took everything in me not to just kiss him and tell him that it was okay.
"I get it if you're upset. I shouldn't have talked to you that way." He pulled me closer to him, his stomach pressed against my back, and I gave in.
"I'm sorry for being clingy," I murmured.
"Babe, you know that's not true. I didn't mean that. Even though you sometimes are," he paused, chuckling,"you're still the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for."
"Why do you have this effect on me, Shawn?" I asked, shaking my head slightly as a smile crept up on my face.
"Maybe because you love me?" he asked, nudging my lightly as he chuckled.
I sighed. "I guess I do love you."
"I love you more," he replied.
I flipped over, facing him. I looked into his brown eyes for a while.
"Do you have something in your mind?" he mumbled all of a sudden.
I raised my eyebrows. "What makes you think that?"
"I know you more than I know my own lyrics," he said, grinning. "Now, tell me what's wrong." He ran his hair through my hair.
I took a deep breath. "It's just... The reason I thought you were cheating on me is because I know that I'm not as beautiful as other girls, Shawn," I whispered, the thought of him leaving me was clear in my mind.
"What are you talking about?" He caressed my cheek, staring into my eyes lovingly. "You're the most beautiful thing on earth, baby."
"I'm not," I whined. "Stop lying to yourself."
"I'm not lying!" he said quite loudly, laughing slightly. "It's true. Your flaws make you beautiful, (Y/N)."
I blushed.
"And you're even more beautiful when you try to hide that you're smiling. And when those cheeks," he caressed my cheek again,"are slightly pink because of what I said."
I blushed even more. "Stop it."
"I'm just making sure that you're happy when you go to bed." He smiled. "I love you, (Y/N)."
It was as if the whole blown up fight earlier didn't happen at all. It was as if we were in love.
I surely was.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked for my permission.
"Of course," I laughed. "What kind of question is that?"
He laughed, before pulling me in and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled away too quickly, to be honest.
I'm in love with you.
"You're so beautiful," he told me, and something in his tone made me believe it.
"Stop it," I said, blushing.
"Nope. You're so beautiful." He kissed my neck, before repeating those words as his kisses went downwards steadily.
I'm in love with you.
I squirmed underneath his lips, which were now on my stomach. Where the hell did my shirt go?
I'm in love with you.
"I love you. I love you. I love you," he repeated his words, lying beside me once again, kissing me briefly.
I'm in love with you, Shawn Mendes.
"I love you, Shawn."
"I love you more," he argued playfully. "Heck, (Y/N), I'm in love with you."
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