Shawn Mendes Imagines

Media

Shawn's POV

"I just don't get it," she sighed, tears in her eyes as she looked up at me, then back down at our fingers laced together.

"I promise you, i-it's the media," I croaked, my voice still a bit hoarse as I bit my lip, "I wouldn't do that to you."

She sighed, shaking her head. She told me how she felt like there was something going on between this new girl and I, the two of us having been spotted together more than a few times. But they were nothing but lies.

"T-They make things up, baby," I shook my head, kneeling down beside her, my hands still holding tightly onto hers, "it's for ratings, and people love drama and gossip. Just please, believe me."

"There's pictures," she spoke, only for her voice to come out as a hoarse whisper, her eyes puffy and red from crying so much, "that's-that's proof."

"No, no, please, no, baby, it's not, I promise," I shook my head, now coming and sitting beside her on the bed as she moved away from me slightly.

"Shawn-"

"Don't you see it, (y/n), they're trying to split us apart," I sighed, "that's all they're trying to do."

"They're right," she sighed, "I don't deserve you. Look at me, I'm a mess. No wonder you wanted that girl instead."

"Baby, please," I shook my head sadly, tears now pouring from my eyes as well, my hands getting shaky and sweaty, "It's all fake, it's all a rumor. I don't want her, heck, I don't want anyone but you."

"I don't," she paused, shutting her eyes and pulling her hands out of my hold, placing them on her thighs and moving them up to her knees as I watched her in tears, "I don't think I can do this anymore."

"You don't mean that," I got up, instantly grabbing her hand.

"You don't get it, Shawn," she stood up, her voice a bit louder, but still shaking in fear, and in denial, "you don't understand how much it hurts to sit here, looking at all these pictures and wondering what I'm doing wrong and-"

"Then don't look at the pictures!"

"It's not that fucking easy, Shawn!" She screamed once more before the room fell silent, my lips trembling ever so slightly, my eyes turned a soft brown, a tear dropping onto my shirt, "It's not that easy."

"I try my best to stay out of the media and get away from these rumors, but, you know what? Sometimes it's hard for me too, when all people care about is getting a juicy story," I shook my head, biting down on my lip.

"Well then this," she pointed back and forth at the two of us, "isn't going to work. I'm sorry."

"Baby, please-"

"I'm sorry, Shawn, this was a mistake," she shook her head, grabbing a suitcase from the top shelf of our closet, beginning to pull clothes off of hangers and out of drawers, "I gave up everything to be with you; my family, friends, hell, I even moved all the way across the country to live a life with you."

"Baby girl, we've been through this together for over three years, y-you can't just give up on me now," I sobbed, watching her shake her head repeatedly, zipping up the small suitcase.

"Well I guess it took me over three years to realize this wasn't going to work," she sighed, smoothing out her clothes, "I'm sorry, Shawn."

I watched her walk out the door, her suitcase following close behind her as she left, shutting the bedroom door. I collapsed onto the bed, pulling out the small, black, velvet box from my pocket and opening it, taking one last look at the diamond studded ring.

I sighed, tears still running down my cheeks as I admired the piece of jewelry, a sign of my love for her, before shutting the box and throwing it aside.

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I'm having writer's block & so many imagine writers are leaving aghh)):

-Rebecca