A/n: Explicit language in this one! Please enjoy this imagine. Okay, let's begin!

I sat in the living room that I share with my boyfriend of three years, Shawn Mendes. Shawn is a singer and songwriter, so he's constantly away, causing me to yearn for him. I love him so much, I really do, but I don't think that I continue with the distance. It's not just the distance, it's the jealousy of seeing him with other female celebrities. They could take him away from me in the blink of an eye, and it makes me nervous. My phone rang, it was a Facetime call from Shawn. I answered and fake smiled at him. He's currently on tour, and I miss him so much.

"Hey Shawny. How is tour going?" I asked. He frowned.

"Good. What's wrong?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Y/n, I know you better than anyone does. We've been dating for three years. I can tell that something is wrong. So what's going on my love?" Shawn asked.

"I miss you." I said. It's not like it was a lie. Shawn nodded.

"I miss you too. What else is going on? I can tell that there's more." Shawn asked and said.

"No. That's it." I said. Shawn shook his head.

"No baby. I'm worried about you. What's wrong baby girl?" Shawn asked. I suddenly became frustrated.

"Shawn, I said that there's nothing else!" I practically yelled as I ran my free hand through my hair as I held my phone with my other hand. Shawn's eyes widened.

"The fact that you just basically yelled at me proves that something is going on. Why won't you tell me what it is?" Shawn asked. I sighed.

"I have to go. Bye." I said, and hung up. I put my phone next to me and put my head in my hands. How much longer could I continue like this?

Shawn's point of view

My girlfriend of three years, Y/n Y/l/n, just hung up on me. I could tell that there was more going on than her missing me, but she denied it and when I pushed it, she yelled at me and then hung up on me. I have a couple of days off, so I need to fly home so her and I can talk. I went to my manager, Andrew Gertler.

"Hey Shawn, what's up?" He asked. I told him what had just happened.

"I need to fly home and figure this out. I have a couple of days off, so I would like to fly home and talk to her." I said. Andrew nodded.

"Okay. Good luck." Andrew said. I thanked him, packed my stuff, and left. Soon, I arrived at mine and Y/n's home, and walked in.

"Y/n?" I called out. Y/n came running down the stairs, and it was obvious that she had been crying.

"Shawn? What are you doing home?" She asked.

"Well you hung up on me and then you wouldn't answer my texts or calls, and we need to fix this. Why does it look like you've been crying?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and walked into the other room so she could sit down and turn on the television. I sat down next to her. "No welcome home hug and kiss?"

"I can't be kissing you all of the time Shawn." She said as she stared straight ahead. Why isn't she acting like herself?

Your point of view

I stared at a random television show while Shawn sat next to me. I couldn't take this. It was weird, I had missed him, but for some reason I felt angry. Why did he always have to leave me?

"I know that you can't be kissing me all of the time. That's not the point of what I was saying." Shawn said.

"Then what is the point Shawn?" I asked while practically yelling.

"What has gotten into you? You're not acting like yourself. My point was that usually when I get home, you give me a hug and a kiss." He asked and said.

"Nothing has gotten into me Shawn. I'm fine. Actually, you know what's gotten into me? Missing you, constantly. You're barely ever home." I said, which was a little bit of an exaggeration.

"That's not true! I'm home sometimes." Shawn said.

"Yeah, sometimes." I said.

"You know that being away is for my job!" Shawn yelled.

"But it's so fucking hard to be away from the one that I love all of the time. You're on tour for months on end, or you're in the studio, or you're at an awards show. I can't do it anymore Shawn!" I yelled. Shawn's eyes widened.

"What do you mean you can't do it anymore Y/n?" Shawn asked.

"I think that we need to break up. This is really hard on me, and I just can't take the jealousy and missing you all of the time." I said.

"No. Please don't break up with me. I can't lose you Y/n." Shawn said.

"I don't want this either but I can't handle it anymore." I said. Shawn put his head in his hands.

"I love you." Shawn said.

"I love you too, which is why this is so hard." I said.

"Okay, um, I'm just going to leave now. We'll figure out the whole who's going to live where when I get back from tour. Bye." Shawn said.

"Bye." I said, and he left.

For the next two months, I moped around the house. Had I made the biggest mistake of my life? It definitely felt like it. Andrew, Shawn's manager, would text me every once in a while telling me how heartbroken Shawn was, and I kept telling him that I didn't need to hear about this, I was already having a hard enough time as it was. He wouldn't stop, so I blocked him. Finally, it was the day that Shawn would be coming back. When he came back, would it be to end it forever? Or would it be to get back together? I was hoping for the second one honestly. I had fucked up. Soon, Shawn walked in the door, and he stared at me.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." I said. He brought his luggage in and we both sat down on the couch.

"Can we talk?" Shawn asked. I nodded as I hugged my knees to my chest.

"Yeah." I said. Shawn chewed at his bottom lip. He looked really good, but of course he did. He always looks good. He's the most handsome

"Do you still love me?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yes. Do you still love me?" I asked. Shawn looked at me.

"With everything in me I love you. Honestly, you're the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with. These past two months without you have been terrible." He said. I nodded.

"Yeah. They've been pretty bad for me too." I said.

"Y/n, I promise you that I will try to be home more. And as for the jealousy, Y/n, you're the only girl for me. I don't give a fuck about any other girl. No one, and I mean no one compares to you. I want to marry you someday and have kids with you. I love you and I need you. You're my best friend and you know me better than anyone else." Shawn said. I nodded.

"I need you too and I love you too. I'm sorry that I broke up with you. I thought that it would help me, but obviously I fucked up." I said as I played with my fingers, a nervous habit that I have.

"It's okay. You did what you thought was best." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Yeah. Um, do you... do you want to get back together, or no?" I asked. Shawn took my hands in his.

"Y/n, I would love to get back together with you. Will you be my girlfriend again?" Shawn asked. I smiled for the first time in a long time and nodded.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend again!" I said. Shawn smiled and tackled me with a hug. He then peppered my face with kisses, causing me to laugh like crazy.

"God I've missed that laugh." Shawn said. I smiled at him, but then something popped into my head. I sat up, and so did Shawn.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me." I said. Shawn nodded.

"What is it?" He asked. I felt nervous.

"Did you see any other girls while we were broken up?" I asked. Shawn shook his head violently.

"No. No one compares to you. No one holds a candle to you. The whole time that we were broken up, I just sang and when I wasn't singing, I was thinking about you." Shawn said. I nodded and kissed him. He kissed back and pulled me closer to him, which I didn't mind. I needed to feel close to him, and I think that that's what he needed too. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my tummy, and I felt sparks shoot through me like fireworks. We pulled away and laid down on the couch and cuddled up to each other.

"I love you Shawn Mendes." I said.

"I love you too Y/n Y/l/n." Shawn said as he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. I closed my eyes and felt content and loved. I'm so glad that Shawn and I got back together. I know that we love each other so much, and we're soulmates.