Shawn Mendes Imagines

108 - Insecure

I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips as the last box was moved into the apartment by the movers. I watched as the workers walked to the truck and drove off after their job was finally finished. I guess this is it, our first home together after being together for almost four years.

"Finally." He sighed, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and burying his head onto the crook of my neck as I continued to look out of the window.

"Tired?" I asked, reaching up to run my fingers through the soft, black, wavy strands of his hair.

"Yes but definitely worth it."

"I would've helped but you wouldn't let me carry anything, even my own bags."

"That's because I want you to be treated like a queen and queens do not carry heavy luggage or boxes."

"But a queen can also be independent, you know." I turned around to face him, letting my arms fall onto his shoulders.

"Just let me spoil you." He said, chuckling as he leaned down to press his lips against mine.

Moments like these always make me think: what did I do to have such an amazing guy in my life? I mean, I cannot imagine how his ex could ever break his heart into pieces if he is the type to take a bullet for you. He will treat you like you're the most precious thing in the entire universe which he would do anything to protect. The mere fact that some people do not realize that actually makes my chest hurt.

About six years ago, I was just his best friend, watching him be happy with the girl he absolutely adores. And then one day, I witnessed his happiness being taken away from him as the girl he claimed to be his world turned out to think of someone else as such. I watched the pain and betrayal appear in his eyes as she wrapped her arms around another man, her lips locked with his.

Being his best friend, I was there to hold his as he fell apart, to be his support system when he needed it. I was the one who put him back together. Two years later, the most cliche thing happened. He fell. Fell for his best friend who already fell for him. It was as if the writer of my story had wanted me to be happy with the guy whom I knew had my heart.

"I still can't believe this is actually happening." I said, smiling against his lips.

"What?" He asked, running his fingers down my hair as he rested his forehead against mine.

"That I'm actually with you."

"Oh love, there's no place I'd rather be."

"We should start unpacking."

"Maybe but I just want to stay in this moment with you."

"Cheesy ass. We'll have a lot more of these in the future, Shawn." I giggled.

"Fine." He said, placing a small kiss on my nose before pulling away.

We started with the boxes nearing the door. We spent the next couple of hours unpacking and placing our things in the most convenient and organized places. As I was setting aside the empty cardboard boxes, I couldn't help but feel curious once I saw one labeled as "C's". I walked over to it and cut the tape that sealed it shut. Once I lifted the flaps, I felt my heart drop completely.

Inside the box were pictures upon pictures of him and his ex. There were even a couple of her scarves, clothes, and plushies inside. Not to mention the fact that they all still smelled of her disgusting, overly strong perfume. Why would he still have her things? And after six years?

"Shawn?" I called out from what was supposed to be the living room.

"Yeah?" He asked, walking out of the bedroom, wiping his sweat onto the hem of his shirt.