Shawn Mendes Imagines

A/N: This imagine is for @flowersNpeace, hope you like it!

I flicked on the light, livening up the dark and dreary kitchen just a bit. I sniffled a bit more, wiping a tear off of my face as I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.

After tonight's incident, I had lost my appetite. I took in a shaky breath, my eyes drifting back towards the front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Shawn, but to no avail.

Sighing, I walked back to my bedroom, unzipping my dress and taking one of Shawn's flannels off of a hanger and putting it on, his smell faintly lingered on his articles of clothing.

Opening up a drawer, I pulled out a pair of his boxers, sliding those on my bare and shivering body. I observed the small cuts and bruises lining my skin from tonight, my blood running cold from the vivid memories of tonight's occurrences.

I pulled back the duvet, before sliding underneath it. A part of me longed that Shawn would return home soon, and another part of me wished for the opposite.

My eyes soon fell heavy before I heard the soft squeak of the front door. More shuffling around downstairs, the sound of the microwaving opening and closing and the sound of the sink turning on.

I felt a tear slid down my cheek, only then I had realized I'd been crying all this time.

A tall figure appeared at the doorway. Walking in and mumbling a few words to himself, Shawn opened up the closet, changing out of his clothes, before sliding under the covers with me.

"I know you're still awake," he mumbled, "can we talk?"

I took in a deep breath, wincing in pain as I reached up to wipe my tear stained cheeks.

"Please, baby girl," he whispered, his voice cracking a bit, his soft and nervous tone making my heart weaker.

"I'm sorry for hitting you tonight," his arm snaked gently around my waist as I shifted uncomfortably before he pulled it away; I knew he was hurt.

"I don't know what came over me, I just thought-"

"Did you mean it?" I cut him off, my voice shaking slightly as I spoke.

"Mean what?"

"That you don't trust me? That you think I'm a cheater," I shut my eyes, sucking in my cheeks. The memories reemerging and flashbacks of the night replaying endlessly in my mind, "Did you mean it?"

"I-I did in the moment," he admitted, moving closer to my body, "but I was wrong, you're committed to this relationship, and so am I."

I stayed silent, not as to ignore him, more so that I had no words for him.

"Please, talk to me," he rubbed my arm gently, "can I see?" He asked.

"See what?" I repeated, my heart beating quicker with each breath I took.

"What I did to you."

"It's nothing," I shook my head, biting down on my lower lip, "it's fine."

"No, no it's not," he got up, turning to his side and switching on the bedside lamp, "I hurt you, didn't I?"

"Shawn, please just go back to bed," another tear slipped down my cheek as I got up too, leaning my head back against the headboard of the queen sized bed.

"Please," he whispered, gently unbuttoning the flannel covering my many bruises and scratches.

"Shawn," my voice trembled in fear as his face drained of color, tears welling in his soft, caramel eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled against my skin, placing soft, wet kisses along each bruise, "I'm so sorry."

"You're my everything, Riana, I can't lose you," he shook his head quickly, "please, don't leave me."

"I wasn't going to," I sighed, fiddling with the ends of the flannel, "you just, you just hurt me."

"I know," he buried his head in his hands, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I'll never ever do this to you, and if I do, then leave me."

"It's okay, Shawn," I whispered, wiping the tears that were now spilling from his eyes, his cheeks becoming splotchy and puffy.

"I love you, you're my world, baby girl, I'm so sorry," he repeated, resting his head in the crook of my neck, "I love you."

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