Shawn Mendes Imagines

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(Y/N) POV

  Tears slip down my face but I wipe them away before they graze my chin. No more crying (Y/N), he's not worth your tears.

I sigh heavily, rolling over on my side to grab the tissues on my night stand. My heart tightens seeing the photo of Shawn and I, at the beach his arm wrapped around me as the sun behind us blazes the sky with an array of orange and yellow.

A sob escapes my lips before I could even comprehend it. He left you, you need to forget him. I slam the picture frame down on its face with so much force it cracks the glass.

You deserve better, he wasn't the one. I shakily lay down again, gripping the best sheets until my knuckles turn white, trying not to remember the nightmare that replays through my head every single day since it happened nearly a month ago.

  "I want to break up with you."

My eyes widen as my mouth gapes open. Tears brim my eyes as my knees start to wobble slightly.

"Shawn what are you talking about?" I question, talking towards him but he puts out his hand gesturing me to not come any closer.

  "You heard me (Y/N). I'm over this; us.           I don't want to be with you anymore." He sighs, not making an effort to meet my gaze as he spits that out.

  A whimper come out as tears start to trickle down my cheek pooling around my chin.

"Shawn, no please. I don't understand why. Please don't say that." I beg, grabbing his hand but he snatches it away like he just got burnt by flames. He gets up and moves away from me.

"You're just too much." Shawn sighs.

"I know I don't make you happy and I want try but I'm realizing that I'm not happy when I do. We just don't work out
(Y/N)." He finishes, running his hands through his ruffled hair.

  Anger flashes through my eyes hearing those words.

  "You're a liar. You fucking told me we would work this out. You told me that you loved me. Was that all I lie?" I spit.

Me and Shawn have been dating for well over 2 years and we were so happy, but about 3 months ago we were constantly arguing and fighting, our promises and resolutions to stop fighting being empty. He told me we'd work this out, he promised and for some absurd reason, I believed him.

I shouldn't have.

He doesn't answer, his eyes no where near mine, fists clenched.

"Are you going to answer me?" I hiss, getting up and moving closer to him. My hands mimicking his.

Silence.

I laugh, not because anything was funny but because he was giving up. He was giving up 2 years of a relationship, two years of love. He was giving me up.

"You're a fucking coward." I spit, the tears spilling from my eyes as he looks at me.

His face flashes in anger as he grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the wall, holding my wrist so tight that I let out a yelp.

"I'm not a fucking coward." He snarls.

My hands start to burn but I refused to show him anymore weakness.

"Yes you are, you bastard." I say never breaking eye contact with him.

"Yes, yes I fucking lied. Is that what you want to hear? Do you want to hear how I stopped loving you 2 fucking months ago? How I started dating Jessica behind your fucking back and you wanna know why (Y/N)? Because you weren't good enough for me." He spits, his grip tightening on my wrist.