Shawn Mendes Imagines

This was requested by IIDay29DreamerII  I hope you like it!
(This includes some kinda serious subjects)

*Y/n's POV*

Shawn hugged me from behind. "It's so good to see you again, darling," he gushed, kissing me on the head, "What have you been doing while I've been on tour?" Shawn spun me around to face him.

I tried to smile, "Nothing much."

"Okay," he kissed me on the lips quickly, "I'll be right back. I have to go unpack." I nodded and he left, heading from the front door to our bedroom.

As soon as he was out of sight, I sighed and sat down on the couch in the living room. I leaned forward, putting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I wasn't feeling myself, even though my boyfriend had just come home after two months. And that was because something happened while he was gone on his world tour.... I was sexually harassed and raped by a guy I didn't even know.

I didn't know what to do and I was so scared. Too scared to tell Shawn about it. That made me feel even more alone, but I just couldn't tell him.

My eyes squeezed shut, holding back tears.

"Hey, Y/n. What's wrong baby girl?" Shawn was now standing in front of me.

"Nothing," I lied, standing up. I tried to sound cheerful, "I just have a bit of a headache."

"Aww, I can get you some medicine," Shawn smiled.

"That would be great."

* * *

Two days later, Shawn and I were walking through the city, hand in hand. We didn't have any plans, so we just decided to walk around where a lot of stores were and see what we could find.

"It's such a nice day," Shawn breathed. The sun was shining on his hair and his cheeks were rosy.

"Yeah, it is," I remarked.

Coming up in our path was a guitar and music shop that Shawn always had to stop at, no matter what. I could tell he was looking at me, almost as if he was asking for permission to go check out the store.

"Yeah, go ahead," I approved.

Shawn grinned, "I'll only be a second." Then he let go of my hand and went away inside the store.

I took a couple of steps more and stood outside the store, waiting for him.

Suddenly, there was a guy who came quickly from around the corner next to me. He had the hood of his black jacket pulled up over his head, but I could still see his face. It was as the same guy who had raped me before.

He stepped up to me, too close, and grabbed my forearms in a strong grip. I tried to pull away, but it just made him hold onto me tighter. He was trying to pull me around the corner to the small sort of alley.

"Help!" I screamed, but the only people out where far away and they didn't notice.

I saw Shawn through the store window facing my direction, but looking down.

The guy was still trying to pull me roughly around the corner. "Shawn!" I kept screaming, "Shawn, help!"

Shawn finally looked up and saw what was happening. In a split second he was running out if the door and over to me.