Shawn Mendes Imagines

27. Late Night Drive

Y/N's perspective

"Are you tired ?" Shawn asks me, still stroking my hair with his long fingers.

"No... Are you ?" I question back, my head resting on his thighs as we're watching one of those stupid programs which appear on tv late at night.

"No, just bored." He simply answers, his eyes no longer glued on the tv screen but on my face instead.

I shift a little so I'm now watching him fully, the back of my head still onto his legs.

"What do you wanna do ?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. "What could we do at..." He cuts himself off and looks at his watch. "1.00 AM ?"

I chuckle a little.

"I don't know either, Shawn. I think normal people usually sleep."

He giggles too and then stays quiet, his eyes observing me. I can't help but feel a tingly sensation in my stomach as he does so. He's so focused on my face, looking at my every feature. His gaze's soft and loving, making my heart beat a little faster. I feel so loved when I'm with him, he has this power to make me forget all the problems of life when his eyes find mine.

"Why are you smiling like that, darling ?" His voice brings me back on earth, and that's at this moment I notice I'm smiling at him.

"Oh, hmm, n-nothing." I stutter.

He gives me an odd look but doesn't say anything. I know he's not convinced though, but he doesn't want to meddle in my thoughts, not now at least.

A few more minutes passed until I see his eyes light up and widen. He places his large hand under my head and wriggles a bit. I immediately understand he wants me to sit up.

"What are you doing ?" I ask, obeying his silent command.

"Go put your shoes on ! I have an idea." With that, he disappears from the living room and runs upstairs, to our bedroom. He comes back less than a minute later with his black Nike's at his feet, a black zip-up sweater on, and his keys in one hand.

"Come on, babe ! Your shoes !" He rushes me as he sees I haven't moved.

He throws me my Vans that were lying around in the hallway, along with his denim jacket. Once I'm ready, his jacket way too big for my little frame on my shoulders and shoes on, he opens the front door.

"Go and wait in the car, I'm coming in a second." He instructs.

I nod and hop in the car, waiting for him. He didn't lie, he is here only a few seconds later. He then starts up the car and we're now on the road. I look through the window for a moment, remaining silent not to disturb the peaceful silence which has taken place in the car.

"Where are we going ?" I finally ask, intrigued by Shawn's too calm state.

"Nowhere." I furrow my eyebrows at his answer.

"Why are we in the car then ?"

"Late night drive." He shrugs, glancing quickly at me.

I don't protest. The car becomes silent again, Shawn focusing on the road, and me looking at the street lights glowing through this dark and cold night of January. It's snowing a bit, but not enough for the road to be dangerous.

I like this. I like the fact that we can just be around each other, nobody speaking, but not feeling awkward at all. I feel so safe with him.

It's now my turn to observe him : his pale skin glowing, his tired brown eyes, his soft pink lips, his little scar, his locks, his sharp jawline, and his slightly visible neck vein. Once again, butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Suddenly, one of Shawn's hands leaves the steering wheel. His index finger presses a button, and music starts to playing. Not any music, but John Mayer's songs.

I turn my head to look back at Shawn and smile when I catch him singing low under his breath. It's funny how he can sing in front of thousands of people, but the second we're just the both of us, he just becomes shy about it. He then places his right hand on my knee, needing connection with me.

We are still driving in the streets of Toronto when I hear the first few notes of Gravity, and my heart jumps. So many memories resurface every time I listen to this song.

The first time Shawn kissed me, it was on this song, at the end of the winter break of our Senior year. When we made love for the first time, this song was playing in the background too.
This song brings back other smaller but not less important memories, like the ones we make daily. Us cleaning up the kitchen and singing, or just us chilling in the couch as music is playing. More painful memories go along with this song too, like the ones that remind me when we fight and the only way I have to cheer me up is listening to my favourite songs, to this song in particular.

I sigh and finally put my thoughts away as I start to feel tired. Without noticing it, I slowly fall asleep in the passenger seat

*

"Y/N, I love you."

I blink a few times and realize we're back in our driveway, him watching me waking up. I feel a bit dizzy and really tired.

"W-What ?" I ask, not sure of what I heard in my sleep.

"I love you, so fucking much."

I watch his big hand grabs mine, our fingers now laced. His statement was so random.

"I love you too, Shawn. Really." I whisper, my voice not cooperating, and his thumb starts rubbing the back of my hand.

"Now our drive tired her out, let's put my baby to bed." He says and kisses my cheek soflty.

He hops off the car and goes to the other side of his Jeep to open my door and carries me inside our house.

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Ok, I didn't know how to end this tbh... Oops.