Hey could you do an imagine for Friday, where Shawn has an argument with his fiancĂŠ over the wedding and breaks of the wedding. A few hours later he realises his wrong and all is back on track, ty lovely x
    âY/N, could you please stop it?â Shawn asked, and you snapped your head up to him.  Â
    âAlright,â you replied, looking right back at your phone, âI gotta go. Iâll see you later. Bye mom!â you gave her a smile, before ending the call, and narrowed your eyes at Shawn in genuine curiosity.
   âI donât like what youâre doing there,â Shawn mumbled under his nose, walking to the kitchen.
   You followed him, and leaned against the doorway, your eyes glued to his back, as he was looking for something in the fridge. He pulled out a few products, and closed the door, concentrating on his food, instead of giving you any sort of attention.
   âYou donât like what?â you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finally look at you.
   âI donât like you showing off your ring to everyone,â Shawn threw again, and continued preparing himself a sandwich.
   âIt was only my mom,â your were confused.
   âItâs not only your mom. You show it off to every single person we meet, and share it online all the time. I canât stand stuff like that, I canât,â Shawn shook his head in disappointment.
   âI donât understand, itâs a happy thing and can you blame me for wanting to share my happiness with my friends?â you walked closer to the table.
   âWell, sometimes it is best to keep some things to yourself,â he grumbled, finishing preparing his sandwich, âespecially when you know how my fans react to it.â
   âSo you want me to live my life undercover until I die because your fans donât like me?â you felt heat rushing to your cheeks, and your heartbeat getting faster.
   âJust keep it to yourself, we never know what might happen to ourâŚrelationships,â Shawn bit back with an evident angry tone in his voice.
   âWhat do you mean?â the lump started to grow in the back of your throat.
   âI mean that Iâm not fucking sure if weâre doing the right thing,â Shawn finally looked up at you, pissed off, âwhat if this is a mistake?â
   âYou think itâs a mistake to marry me?â your voice cracked, eyes tingling.
   âI just want to slow down and make sure weâre moving in the right direction before we spread the word to the whole planet. Thatâs it.â
   âGot it,â you nodded, tears now running down your cheeks.
   Shawn groaned, putting back the products he took out of the fridge, as if nothing he said was important. You stared at his back, and his actions so smooth and casual. Was this even a fight? You had never doubt marrying him, why did he? You took of the ring he had proposed to you with and put it on the table, before walking out of the kitchen, and storming off the apartment.
  âPick up the phone, God dammit!â, Shawn groaned to himself again, dialing her number for the fiftieth time already.
   He drove by the near streets around your apartment a few times, slowly, to make sure he doesnât miss the sight of Y/N. But it seemed like she had disappeared. He even texted her friends and mom, but none of them seemed to know where she was.
   âFuck!â Shawn shouted, hitting the steering wheel.
   He felt the gazes of strangers on him, and drove off quickly to another street he hadnât been to. If you had walked away, you might be in another corner of the city already. It seemed like a good idea, to search for her in the streets where they went on dates or had friends.
   Shawn picked up his phone before even looking at the screen.
   âY/N?â he asked desperately, but the voice wasnât hers, and Shawn sighed.
   âAre you waiting for Y/Nâs call?â it was Andrew, âSpeaking of her. Did she delete her social medias herself?â
   âWhat?â Shawn frowned, turning the car to drive back to their apartment.
   âYou donât know? Maybe somebody hacked her and deleted everything. In any way, I just wanted to check on you guys, everyoneâs going crazy mad,â Andrew rambled, losing interest in the conversation.
   âI donât know, Iâm not with her right now; we had a fight,â Shawn sighed, âIâll talk to you later.â
   âIâll wait for your call,â Andrew threw last time before ending the call.
   Shawn stopped the car, getting out of it completely desperate. He didnât know where else to go; she wasnât picking up her phone and had deleted her accounts. He cursed himself again for hurting her, and went up to his apartment, opening the door. When he saw her sitting on the carpet in the living room, with a TV playing in the background, his heart dropped.
   âY/N?â he called out, closing the door, âBaby, I was looking for you everywhere!â he shouted, now fastening his pace to reach her.
   She turned her head at him for a second, and he noticed how red her eyes were and how broken she seemed. His heart crumbled just at the way she looked at him; he couldnât imagine how she felt.
   âIâm so sorry, baby, Iâm so sorry,â his voice was barely coming out of his mouth, guilt evident in his eyes.
   âI-I,â Y/N stuttered, with a few sobs escaping her mouth, âI get what you meant.â
   âNo, no,â Shawn was now breathing heavily, pulling her into his arms, âForget it. Please forgive me, I didnât mean that, I donât know why I said that; Iâm such an asshole.â
   âItâs fine, I understand-â
   âNo, Y/N, listen to me,â Shawn cupped your cheeks, pulling back to look at you, âI was such an asshole for saying that. When you left I was so fucking afraid. I realized what I have done, I shouldnât have. Iâm sorry, baby!â
   Shawn fingers rubbed her cheeks gently, his eyes tearing up. Y/N, on the other hand, felt even more miserable seeing him so upset. Her chest was hurting, and she couldnât even speak, because her throat felt choked.
   âI fucked up so badly. I was looking for you everywhere, and I realized how fucking stupid I was. I promise you, there is nobody in the whole world I love more than I love you. Youâre the love of my life, and I want to marry you!â he continued convincing her further, with his palms never leaving Y/Nâs face, âI want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I could never doubt that again.â
   âShawn, you shouldnât say it just because I got offended,â she mumbled underneath her breath, looking away.
   âI mean it, I swear, I do!â Shawn almost shouted, his throat hurting as well, âdo you believe me? Please, believe me.â
   âOkay,â she nodded, a few tears escaping and falling down on his hands.
   Shawnâs heart was aching so badly, he almost forgot how to breathe. He was hoping with his all being that she believes him, he needed her to believe him, because it was the truth.
   âI was trying to protect you from everybody, but ended up hurting you myself,â he felt so guilty, dropping his hands, âI hope you truly will forgive me, and take the ring back, because Iâm not sure if I can do it anymore without you.â
   Y/N didnât reply, seeing him look down, with his eyes wet. She had just noticed how red was his collarbone from the belt he was wearing non-stop for the past few hours; he must have been leaning forward all the time to cause a mark like that. He was silent, she was too, and the only thing Y/N could hear was their messed up breathings. She didnât say anything, but hoped that he would feel it instead, when she wrapped her arms around his torso, and leaned into his chest, leaving a kiss onto his shoulder. When Y/N felt his arms tighten around her, her heart finally started to beat back in peace.
