shawn mendes imagines

our spot

My breaths got more and more shallow as I dialed Shawn's number into my phone, bringing the device close to my ear while letting out cries of agony.

"Shawn, he did it. He broke up with me, he hit me, he-" I began, letting my own sobs cut my messy words off, my state of pain only worsening when I heard nothing but silence on the other side of the line. I could almost hear his words echo in my mind, I could almost imagine the look of dissapointment on his face that one day when he told me, "He's going to hurt you, y/n, I know it. Why don't you trust me?"

I didn't listen, of course, being my usual stubborn self. Maybe I should have.

"Come to our spot, on the cliff. Please, Shawn."

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As soon as I saw the black Wrangler pull up and park near the edge of the rocky trail, I shot up and sprinted towards where Shawn was.

Jumping into his arms, I buried my face into the crook of his neck and squeezed him tight. Words can't describe the amount of relief that flooded through me as soon as I came into contact with him, the feeling of his arms securely wrapped around my waist making me feel safe from all harm.

His body was tense at first, and I knew it was because he was upset with me. But he slowly gave in, running his fingers through my hair and hushing my cries as I breathed in his musky scent and tightened my grasp around his neck.

He let go suddenly, sighing. The look of frustration in his eyes made me back away slightly, angrily wiping the lines of wet tears from my face.

"Why are you mad at me?" I sniffed, taking even more steps behind. Shawn quickly grabbed my wrist in attempt at keeping me close, but I gasped and snapped my hand back when pain shot through my entire arm.

He looked at me with confusion covering his distressed features, then gently raised my sleeve up, only to reveal a large purple bruise covering my whole forearm. I was just as bewildered as he was, not realizing how badly my boyfriend had really hurt me.

"What the fuck is this, y/n? Did he do this? Is there more?" He shouted, balling up his fists and clenching his jaw in fury.

"I-I don't know, Shawn, I didn't even realize, I-I'm sorry, please don't be ma-" I stuttered, looking down at the rest of the fresh wounds covering my body, shaking as he abruptly cut me off.

"I am mad. Why didn't you listen to me? This could've been avoided, but you just had to prove that you didn't need me. News flash, y/n, you do. You put this on yourself," he bit, giving me a look of pure hate. I didn't understand why he was acting like this, why he was so angry, like this was my fault. Shawn was always so gentle with me, never raising his voice at me, not once. But it was like something in him had finally snapped, showing a side of him I'd fail to ever see before.

"Why are you being such an asshole?" my voice snapped back, getting louder and louder by the second.

"Why are you being so naive? He knew exactly what he was going to do to you, and you were so God damned blind, you couldn't see it. And now you're covered with bruises, you look like like hell, and you let him do it. I told you so many times, y/n, so many times to leave him but you never fucking listened. You never do. Maybe you deserved this," he spat, darkness clouding his eyes as he looked right at me.

I stared back with disbelief, "Can you hear yourself right now? Why the hell are you acting like this?" I scowled, matching his tone of outrage. What began as an argument of annoyance, soon became a screaming match between the two of us. Our loud voices carried through the night sky, disrupting the city below us, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

"Because he fucking hurt you, y/n! He doesn't deserve you, he'll never deserve you," his voice hissed sharply as he got closer to me, cheeks red, warm breath fanning my face.

"Really, Shawn? Then who does?" I sassed back bitterly, looking up at his body towering over my small one, crossing my arms and flaring my nostrils with rage.

"I do!" he cried exasperatedly, arms thrown in the air, chest rising and falling unevenly.

I froze, scowl leaving my lips, shoulders slowly dropping. Not blinking even once, I stared into the eyes of the boy in front of me. I saw vulnerability flash in them, the look of hurt on his face piercing my heart as I continued to keep a fixed eye on him. His body seemed to relax under my now softened gaze.

"What?" I mumbled, frowning when he looked down at the dirt below us, peering at me through his thick lashes.

"I-I deserve you. I love you."

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. But I knew exactly what I had to do.

Taking just two large strides towards him, I took his face in my two hands and roughly pressed my cool lips to his warm ones. The kiss was messy, unorganized, all over the place. Our teeth clashed and our lips burned from the amount of passion we both put into
it. But we didn't care. I didn't care. Because I'd finally understood.

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