Shawn Mendes Imagines

21. Your Birthday

Y/N's perspective

7.00 PM.

I'm right on time for Shawn. Today is my birthday, and Shawn promised me he'd take me to the restaurant for the event. No big deal, just some pizzas.

We agreed to meet after his writing session with the guys, at the place we used to meet at the beginning of our relationship, which was 3 years ago already. He wants to make me feel special tonight, and he thinks this place would be a perfect way to start.

I'm walking down the street and finally reach a huge old church with a big gold clock just above the doors. It's there that all began.

Shawn isn't there yet so I sit on a bench next to the steps of the church, the exact same place I used to sit, waiting for the end of his class, when we were just kids in love. I look around me and smile, remembering some good memories we've made here. My first kiss happened in front of this church. It was with him, of course.

After nearly 20 minutes, Shawn is still not here... I look at my phone to check if he has sent a text saying he was late, but nothing... I decide to wait some more for him, he's probably stuck in the traffic or something.

I sigh as I check my phone for the 30th time in a row : 8.05 PM
I've been waiting for him for more than one hour... I can feel my heart slightly cracking into little pieces as I realize he stood me up on my birthday. It's not like Shawn at all, but I guess people change through the years.

I stand up from that stupid bench and start walking on the sidewalk, trying to hold back my tears. I walk faster and faster with each step, knowing I won't be able to contain myself some more.

Suddenly, a well-known voice screams my name and stops me. I turn around to see my boyfriend a few feet away from me. He runs to me and grabs my hands as he comes closer to me.

"Y/N... I'm so, so sorry. I tried to leave the studio as soon as I could, but I was always cut by someone who wanted to talk, and then, there was an accident on the ro-"

I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his soft plump ones. He deepens the kiss and places his hands on my waist as my arms loop around his neck. I pull away seconds later and look into his beautiful caramel eyes.

"It doesn't matter now you're here." I smile slightly.

"I thought you would have left sooner, thinking I forgot about you." He whispers, feeling guilty and looking at the ground. His hands are still gripping tightly on my waist.

"Shawn, it's ok. Don't worry." I answer.

He smiles a bit and pecks my lips fast before intertwining our fingers and starting to walk.

"Let's head to the restaurant then, beautiful." He says soflty, kissing my neck gently.

I blush at the nickname and follow him. Once we make it to the restaurant, Shawn asks the waiter if we can get a table for two. The guys looks at us sadly and tells us they're full tonight, and they don't have any tables left. Shawn sighs before setting his eyes on me.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's all my fault. I'm so dumb. I'm late, and then I forget to book a table. Shit." He says, and I swear I can see his eyes getting glossy.

"Hey, Shawn. It's ok, I promise. We can just go back home and cuddle while watching a movie. It can be great too. Please, don't cry." I try to reassure him, without any success.

A few seconds later, his eyes light up as an idea pops in his head.

"I know what to do, Y/N ! We will go to the supermarket, buying some food and champagne, and then we'll go to the lake near the church." He explains eagerly, looking like a child.

My eyes widen. How did he come up with this idea ?

"Champagne ? With which money ?" I chuckle. "We barely have enough money for the little italian restaurant."

"Don't worry babe. It will do the trick." He states and grabs my hand again.

He starts to run to the shop like a madman as I try to keep up with the speed. 10 minutes later, we're out of the shop, hands full of food and a bottle of champagne. We walk to the lake, and I look all around me. It's just so beautiful. The moon reflecting on the water, the street lights glowing, and Shawn's eyes sparkling. It's perfect.

Shawn takes off his leather jacket and puts it on the floor before inviting me to sit.

"Let's eat all that food !" He says, his stomach speaking for him.

I laugh at him and pat the grass next to me so he understands I want him to sit.

We eat and drink the improvised meal while laughing, talking and annoying playfully each other. Once we're done, we're a bit -just a bit- drunk, and I can't help but stare more precisely at Shawn. He looks handsome as the moon lights his face, his dark locks falling on his forehead, and his dark eyes sparkling.

I fall even deeper in love with him everyday.

"That was perfect, Shawn. Thank you so much." I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.

He wraps his left arm around me, pulling me closer to him, and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

"Anything for my princess." He answers.

"I love you." I say more to myself, but he hears it anyway.

"I will marry you one day."

I look up at him, confused. Is it the champagne he drank or is he serious ? I search an answer on his face, but all I can see is his side profil. He's staring at the lake, saying nothing else. This was so random.

"What ?" I ask, feeling my heart racing.

"I will marry you, Y/N. I swear."

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This imagine was inspired by a record I read in a book about Chernobyl. This book was such a masterpiece and is called "Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster" for the US, and "Chernobyl Prayer: A Chronicle of the Future" for the UK. You should definitely read it.