shawn mendes imagines

Shopping

Shawn Mendes Imagine

"Can we go into Hollister?" I asked as I look up at Shawn's tall figure, seeing him nod in approval. I took his hand and pulled him into the store with me, heading back to the girl's section.

After rummaging through some clearance and racks, I had a few dresses and other cute outfits piled on my arm. I nudged my head towards the area behind me where the changing rooms were, giving Shawn the hint I was going to try them on.

He followed, sitting down on a bench outside the stalls while I walked into a stall.

I wasn't going to buy all this, of course. We were previously window shopping and set a limit that we were only allowed to buy one thing if we wanted.

I tried on each article of clothing, smiling when I found a super cute dress that was cheap. It was only slightly small so I called out to Shawn, "Hey, can you ask for the next size up? It's just a little tight."

I flashed him the dress, seeing him nod and when I walked back in, he let out a sigh.

"Hi, can I have a bigger size up in this dress? I'm sorry, she's a lot bigger than the last time we came."

My jaw dropped and I stared into the mirror. Had I really gotten that much bigger? Hollister's clothes are slightly weird with how their sizing works, so it seemed alright that I needed a slightly larger size.

I felt a lump in my throat as I tore off the dress, applying my original clothes and gathering my things. I put the dress on the hanger, walking out and setting it harshly on the return rack.

Shawn, walking back with the dress covering his forearm, was confused as I pushed past him quickly. "Y/n? Wait!" He called, giving me motivation to run away faster.

I found myself a seat on the bench in the plaza, making sure I wasn't taking up too much room.
Soon enough, footsteps followed by pants made their way to my area, plopping down next to me.

"Y— Y/n, what's wrong?" He asked after catching his breath. I almost laughed, but not a happy laugh. One of those small, cruel, sickening laughs that shows you've gone insane.

"Hm, maybe it's the fact my boyfriend thinks I'm too fat when he knows I'm insecure about my body. But, maybe I'm just overreacting," I chuckled to myself, shrugging it off as if the incident happened to everyone. His eyes went big into sudden realization that I had heard.

"Y-you... You were listening?" He muttered to himself in disbelief, in a way he couldn't believe he said it either.

"Of course I was listening, I was your girlfriend." I replied in a duh tone, hiding that I was actually saddened by this.

"I'm so sor— Wait, did you say was?" His voice dropped, his eyes filling with worry. I didn't say anything, I just blankly stared at my shoes.

"I'm so sorry I said that. God, what was I thinking? This isn't an excuse, but I'm just so– used to my friends calling each other day as joke and—" He sounded as if he gave up, rubbing his temple rather aggressively. "You're not even fat-- I don't even know what's wrong with me."

I said nothing out loud but silently agreed in my mind, because I didn't know what was wrong with him either.

"You know I love you no matter what your size is."

I sighed as I stood, brushing out my clothes calmly. "You should have thought that before saying the truth."

I had taken a step forward when he gripped my wrist back to him, making me scoff immediately and turn. "Let me cool down, then I'll decide what happens from here."

I firmly stated, walking away from the reason I had become insecure.

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