A/n: Happy new year everybody! This is the first imagine of the new decade. It's really crazy to think that I started writing in 2017, and now I'm writing my 791st imagine! I've gotten nice comments, I've gotten some not so nice comments, and I've made some great friends. I hope you guys know how grateful I am for each and everyone of you. When I started writing these, I really didn't think they were going to go anywhere, so thank you all for the support! I love you guys so much!!! Okay, let's begin the imagine. I hope you guys like it!

Shawn's point of view

I sat on the sofa in the studio. My girlfriend of eight months, Y/n Y/l/n, had gotten a haircut yesterday, plus she had some highlights put in her hair. She looked absolutely gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking. So beyond beautiful. After she had gotten her hair done, she got in the car and sent me a beautiful selfie, her gorgeous pearly whites on display because of her wide smile. When she got home, she told me that she had actually liked the selfie, which isn't something that happens often. I encouraged her to post it, and today I got a notification that she had posted it to her Instagram. I instantly liked the post.

"Alexa play Good As Hell by Lizzo." She had captioned it. I smiled at the cute caption and then commented on her post.

"My girl is an actual goddess!!! I really am the luckiest man alive! I love you beautiful, strong, powerful girl!" I commented. Just to be sure she saw it, I screenshot it and sent it to her.

My Girl: You're so cute. I love you too baby!

"Shawn, are you done drooling over your girl?" Teddy asked. I looked up. Teddy and a few other people on my team had found a studio in Boston so I could be closer to Y/n while she's on summer break from school.

"Yeah, sorry, she posted a really beautiful selfie so I wanted to comment on it. Do you want to see the selfie?" I asked. Before Teddy, or anyone else in the room could respond, I pulled my phone out and showed them the picture which I had made my wallpaper when she sent it to me yesterday.

"You're a lucky man." Geoff said. I nodded before looking at the photo again.

"Thanks man. I really am." I said.

"You know what? How about you stay on break for about five more minutes, and then get back to recording?" Teddy asked. I smiled.

"Thank you!" I said. I sat on the couch again and texted with Y/n some more. I then went back to her post and, for some reason, looked at the comments. My heart broke at the mean things that some people were saying to my beautiful, strong, incredible girl. People were calling her fat, ugly, and other mean words and names. They told her that she shouldn't be with me, and that she shouldn't have posted the selfie.

"Why would you post this? Your burning my eyes." Someone commented. Y/n had responded to what they had said.

"*you're." She wrote, correcting their grammar. I smiled a little bit, but my heart still broke because this meant that she was looking at the comments of things people were saying to her. People were saying things that I didn't even want to repeat. After my five minute break was up, I got in the recording booth, but I couldn't focus. The things that people were saying to Y/n were distracting me and upsetting me.

"Shawn, go home. You're too distracted." Teddy said. I nodded, gathered my things, texted Y/n that I was on the way home, and left the studio.

As I drove, my anxiety kicked in, but I tried to push through. (A/n: I apologize if this next part upsets people. Trigger warning!) Suddenly, I was worried that Y/n would see the hate, and it would be too much and she would do something to herself. No. She's the strongest woman I know. Life without Y/n is something I couldn't bear the thought of, but my mind went there. I pulled over to the side of the road and put my hazards on. I was in a full on panic attack as I sobbed. I reached for my phone and called Y/n.

"Hi baby. Shawn? Are you okay?" Y/n asked.

"Promise me, promise me you won't do anything to yourself." I practically begged as I sobbed.

"Of course I won't do anything to myself. I promise. What's going on? Are you okay? Where are you?" Y/n asked.

"I'm pulled over on the side of the road. I'm having a panic attack." I said.

"Facetime me." She said.

"Okay." I said. I hung up and Facetimed her. She answered right away, obviously.

"Oh honey. What triggered this baby?" She asked. I took a deep breath, wiped my eyes a bit, and began to tell her what happened.

"I saw you got some hateful comments on your post and it was really upsetting me. I was too distracted by it, so Teddy sent me home. I was just driving and then I had a panic attack because I can't imagine life without you and I got scared that these comments are going to upset you to the point where you do something to yourself. I can't live without you baby, I want to grow old with you." I said as more tears began to fall.

"Oh Shawny, you and I will never have a life without each other, I promise. I'm never going to do anything to myself, okay? I can't do that to you, I can't do that to my loved ones, and I can't rob myself of a beautiful future. Take a few deep breaths for me, okay? In and then out." Y/n said, her voice soothing me. I kept my eyes on her as I took three deep breaths.

"Okay. That helped a bit and talking to you helped a lot. I love you so much baby girl." I said. Her smile widened.

"I love you so much too honey. Are you okay to drive?" She asked. I had stopped crying by now, so I nodded.

"Yeah. I'll be home in a little bit." I said. She nodded.

"Okay. Bye babe." She said. I waved to her.

"Bye." I said and then we hung up. I drove home and when I walked in the door, Y/n immediately came over and gave me a hug. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck. I closed my eyes as I felt her run her fingers through my hair slowly and I gently squeezed her waist.

"I've got you my love. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." She said.

"Can you say that again please?" I asked, my face still in her neck as I gently squeezed her waist again. She kissed the side of my head before repeating what she had said.

"I've got you. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. By the way, that's not just for tonight, that's for always. Whenever you need to talk or anything, I'm here." She said. I picked my head up and placed my lips on hers. We held each other close and kissed for a while.

"Nothing could ever be more magical than your kisses, my love." I said when we pulled away. She blushed, causing me to chuckle. I kissed her cheek.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. I shook my head.

"No, not really." I said. She nodded.

"Okay. Um, when I got off the phone with you, I wrote some stuff in my notes and I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram story. It's basically a message to the people sending me hate. Do you want to read it before I post it?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said. We went in the living room and sat on the couch. She went to the notes app on her phone and handed it to me. I began to read her beautiful and powerful words.

"A message to my haters,

"I don't think you understand the full consequences of your actions, so I'd like to explain it to you. When you send me mean messages, leave me mean comments, you're not only hurting me, you're also hurting my loved ones. I know that you don't think so, but there are people in this world who care about me. Shawn's one of them, and he just called me, having a panic attack on the side of the road because he was worried that the awful words that you're sending me would lead me to do something to myself. I promise you they won't, and I promised him that too, but to get a phone call from the love of my life in tears while having a panic attack broke my heart.

"People have messaged me saying that I shouldn't be with Shawn. They say that I'm not right for him, that I'm not pretty enough for him, smart enough, nice enough, skinny enough, etc. It's hard to see messages like this. I try to remember that you don't know me besides just posts online. You don't know who I am, you've never met me, talked to me, etc. but it gets hard. The worst part is that when I tell Shawn about this, I can see that it hurts him too. I could just not tell him about the hate that I get, but we don't keep secrets from each other. When he hurts, I hurt, and when I hurt, he hurts. Don't you see? By hurting me, you're hurting Shawn, and that's something that I won't allow. Shawn's my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life, and I'm protective of him. I'm not going to let you hurt him. Your mean words need to stop.

"Some people have said that I'm with Shawn for the money and the fame. Nothing could be further from the truth. I have never, and will never care about the money and the fame. I love Shawn for who he is as a person. I love him for his heart, his soul, his personality. I love him because he makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he makes me feel safe, happy, comfortable to be myself. He's my best friend and we go to each other about everything. I don't give a damn about what's in his bank account.

"I've seen some people saying that Shawn and I are PR. For those who think that, let me tell you something: this is the realest thing you'll ever see. Shawn and I are SO beyond in love with each other and we only fall for each other more and more everyday. We bought a home together last month and it's been a lot of fun living together! Shawn is the one that I want to marry and have kids with someday. He's the one that I want to grow old with and I fall for him more and more every single day. This love is true, and it's real, and it's beautiful. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with my sweet man.

"Please think before you send a mean comment or message. Please remember that although I do share things with you guys, I don't share everything, and I do have stressful, big things going on in my life. I struggle with anxiety and depression, there are days that I struggle to get out of bed, and your mean words don't exactly help to make me feel better. I don't need your negativity to add to all of that. Words are powerful, and like I've been stating, they don't just hurt me, they hurt my loved ones to see me getting hate - Shawn, my parents, my brother, my best friends, etc. For those who are not sending mean messages, I really appreciate it!! I know this is a bit long, so thank you to those who read it.

"Sincerely,

"Y/n Y/l/n" She had written. I finished reading it and smiled at her.

"This is beautifully written sweetheart. I think you did a great job." I said. She smiled at me.

"Was it okay to write about the panic attack? I just want people to understand that it's not just me that they're hurting." She explained as I handed her phone back to her.

"It's perfect. Are you going to screenshot it and post it?" I asked. She nodded before taking the screenshots of her notes. She took a picture that was all black and wrote "A message to my haters!" with an arrow pointing to the next story and posted that on her Instagram story before posting the screenshots. She then looked at me after it was posted.

"Okay, now we let people read it. Do you think it will help?" She asked. I nodded.

"I think it will." I said. The next day, it was all over the internet that "Shawn Mendes's girlfriend asks fans to stop sending hate" and different headlines like that. Her post ended up really helping and she got less hate afterwards. I'm so proud of my powerful girl who refuses to be silenced.