Shawn Mendes Imagines

Perfectly Wrong

*Y/n's POV*

Can I come over to talk? I'll bring food

That was the text I got from my best friend Shawn. I obviously said yes because I would never pass up someone buying food for me, but I also said yes because whatever he wanted to talk about seemed important. I tried to always be there for him when he needed me to be.

Shawn and I had been friends for literally as long as I could remember. We met in kindergarten or first grade when we were around five years old. And we never stopped being friends since. I mean, except for the very short and ridiculous fights we would have when we were seven or eight.

As we got older, nothing really changed between us except one thing. When we were in middle school, I started to wonder if the reason he was hanging out with me was that he had feelings for me. I completely didn't see him in that way just because we had basically grown up together. (Anyone else have someone like that?) So, one day I asked him about it and he agreed that he felt the same way. We were just really good friends and we were both fine with that no matter how much our families and other friends claimed that we must have been a couple at some point.

In thirty minutes, Shawn showed up at the door to my apartment with a couple of bags from our favorite fast food place. "Thank you so much for bringing food," I said, "I'm starving."

Shawn smiled as he stepped inside, "Is that the only reason you said yes to me coming over?"

"No, I want to talk to you too," I grinned, sitting down on the couch, "So, what's up?"

"Well," he began after sitting down next to me, "my girlfriend and I are fighting again."

My smile faded slightly. Shawn and his girlfriend...I didn't know where to begin with that. They had been together for four, almost five, months. But the thing is, she treated him terribly. It was nothing personal against her, I didn't have some sort of jealousy because she was talking him away from me or anything stupid like that. It was just that when it came to Shawn, she was really the worst.

I didn't know everything that went on in their relationship, but I did know that she was very verbally abusive. Anyone could clearly see that. I knew that she yelled at Shawn all the time, only to forgive him when he apologized and be super sweet to him later. And Shawn put up with it. Believe me, that's the part that bugged me the most. The fact that he was usually treated like dirt, but never left her.

"What happened this time?" I asked him. I tried not to sound too annoyed.

Shawn sighed, "She told me about some sort of birthday party her friend was having and insisted that I had to go. But I have to work then and I told her that. That just started us fighting and her yelling and saying that I never spend time with her when I really do a lot. I'm almost always with her." He stared down at the floor. "She kept saying that she hated me over and over. And then she started hitting her hands against my chest before I just left right out the door."

"Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted, "She hit you?" Shawn had never gotten into so much detail about what she had specifically said to him. And he for sure never mentioned hitting.

"I mean...yes," he admitted, "But not like anything too bad. I'm not hurt or anything. They were really light."

"Shawn that's still hitting you," I told. He didn't say anything in response. I sighed, "Look, I know it's your life and I shouldn't be getting into your business, but I really think the best thing to do is leave her. Nothing good is going to come out of this."

"I can't do that," Shawn refused, "I know it doesn't seem like she loves me most of the time, but I love her. Maybe I would have been able to do it earlier in our relationship, but I can't do it now."

"Shawn, she's using you-"

"No, Y/n," he cut me off, "You don't get it. Every time we kiss I forget all the bad stuff she's done to me. We kiss, we make love, and it's like a totally different world where everything is perfect and we're totally in love. Until we separate...and it all returns to normal." He put his head in his hands suddenly, "Shit Y/n, you're right. It's going to be the hardest thing I do, but I need to leave her."

"Hey," I said softly, putting my hand on his shoulder, "It's for the best. You'll feel better eventually when you don't have someone bringing you down anymore."

"I'll even help you," I offered, "I can drive you to her place and you can talk to her. Then I can stay over with you tonight if you want."

"Okay," he breathed, "I might be able to do it." It was clearly going to be incredibly hard for him.

It was just short drive to her house with Shawn next to me, biting his lip and fidgeting the whole time. Soon, we pulled up in front of the right place.

"I guess I have to do this now," Shawn gulped, looking out the window.

"It's for the best," I told him, "You got this. Stay strong." I flashed a small smile and he returned a weak one before he got out of the car.

The car door shut behind him and I watched him walk up to her front door. He rang the doorbell and it didn't take long for her to open the door, already not looking happy with him. Shawn started talking, I couldn't hear what was being said, and I watched his soon to be ex girlfriend look more and more angry. She started talking after him, clearly shouting. I could hear her loud voice from where I was parked, even if I still couldn't understand what was being said.

However, Shawn just stood there helplessly. He looked almost scared, like he knew that this was going to happen and was expecting it to get worse. It also seemed like he didn't want to hurt her.

But she sure seemed to want to hurt him. She started trying to push him away, her hands grabbing his shoulders.

I couldn't just sit and watch anymore. Quickly, I jumped out of my car, slammed the door shut behind me, and ran up to Shawn. I got in between him and her the best I could, gently moving Shawn behind me. "Leave him alone," I defended, "He's never done a thing to you. Never hurt you in any way or even raised his voice at you. And this is how you treat him?" I was so upset at her. I had to protect Shawn. It reminded me of how I used to stand up for him when he was bullied in middle school. It was just natural for me now. "He doesn't need you," I ended before turning around and leading Shawn back to my car.

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The drive to Shawn's condo was short and silent. I helped him inside and sat him down on his bed. I placed my arm around his shoulders and waited for him to speak.

"Getting your heart broken really sucks" he sniffed, "It hurts so bad." Shawn rested his head on my shoulder, his face in the crook if my neck. I felt his tears landing on my skin.

"You're okay," I cooed, rubbing his back, "You weren't good for each other. It was going to end sometime, sweetie. It's better to get it over with like this rather than have it end in a worse way." I leaned my head against his.

"Thank you for all of that, Y/n," Shawn mumbled, "I never could have done it without you."

"No problem, hun," I replied, "Even if it doesn't make everything better, I'll be here for you whenever you need me. All you have to do is let me know."

He nodded slowly, but stayed leaning on me. I just sat there next to him, ready to comfort him for as long as he needed.

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Omg that was soooo long, but I hope it was good! :)) Also I promise this will be the last song related imagine for I while