Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ghost Of You (WARNING: SUPER SAD, IT WILL MAKE YOU CRY)

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I wanna do a face reveal book, but I am not sure if I should do it or not cause like there are some weird af people on Wattpad. Should I do it? Or should I not? 

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"How many times are we going to continue talking about this?" Shawn laughed bitterly as a frown appeared between his brows. "Because it's getting really old now."

The hardness in his tone made it clear that he was obviously fed up with the same old argument that had been going on constantly for the past four days.

It was sad, really.

Shawn was leaving for tour soon and all we ever did was bicker about the same damn things. Over and over again.

"Obviously not for much longer because you clearly don't care." I shot back as I raised a patronizing eyebrow his way.

He leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs to cope with the pressure building up in his body all over again. His fingers were rubbing the fabric of his black skinny jeans in circles repeatedly to somewhat relieve the anger he felt pumping in his veins.

"I don't care now?"

"Come on, Shawn. You can't continue to deny it!" I told him, throwing my hands in frustration. "I didn't move all the way to fucking Toronto to be left alone. You're never here. You don't even want to be here anymore, be around me."

I felt the tears reach the surface of my eyes and became more frustrated as the situation between us escalated because he just didn't get it.

He never got any of it.

"That's not fair, you know that's not how it is." He spits back, rolling his eyes in anger.

For a second, I just glared at him, completely lost for words to fire back as revenge. How Shawn could be so fucking delusional was a complete mystery to me.

"The only time you want to be with me is when you're horny or lonely." I snapped back, folding my arms in protest.

His dark eyes locked with mine for the first time since he got home, forcing sudden yet sharp yank to appear in my heart.

Shawn had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen in my entire life and from the very first glance we ever shared, those dark-brown chestnuts made me fall all in him in the matter of only seconds.

Now, they seemed nothing but unfamiliar and unrecognizable to me.

"Because all you ever want to do is fucking fight." Shawn insisted as his eyes flicked again.

He was too upset to even hold his careless eyes towards face. I didn't mind it much, the madness in his stare was too much for my poor heart to bear.

"I just want to talk to you, Shawn! We can't keep avoiding everything wrong with this relationship!"

"Well, we don't solve shit because you always get too heated and walk away-"

"Because you never listen anyways." I said bluntly, throwing back my head as the headache appeared near my temples once again.

Every second we spend on fighting each other, I felt like we were wasting precious time, we really didn't have. The thought of Shawn going on tour – and leaving our relationship in this fragile state – was constantly haunting my mind.

"Oh yeah, it's all my fault, right?" Shawn said annoyed, forcing his fingers through his messy curls. "What a fucking surprise."

"I've never said that, Shawn. But you could at least try."