Shawn Mendes Imagines

32. Aaliyah

Y/N's perspective

Karen and Manny wanted to see their son as soon as he would back from Los Angeles so that's how we ended up in their dinning room for a small family dinner full of happiness and laughs.

Honestly, I've always liked Shawn's parents and the whole Mendes family in general by the way. They've been really sweet with me since the beginning of my relationship with Shawn, which was almost three years ago. Karen always has some little but really touching attentions, like removing every dish made with cow milk from my plate, since I'm lactose intolerant. Manny, him, he's just so good at putting people at ease. The first time I met them both, I was so nervous, but in a matter of minutes, he managed to lighten the mood.

After dinner, I told Karen to go and enjoy his son and husband's company in the living room while I'd be doing the washing up with Aaliyah. And that's what we're doing right now, after a little foam fight.

"And how are you doing besides that ? Still in the hockey team ?" I ask her as I clean one of the numerous plates, handing it to her right after so she can dry it.

"Yeah, of course ! We had an important match last Saturday, it's too bad you couldn't make it on time to come and watch it..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling. Shawn got really sick after we had come back from Los Angeles, and he needed me to take care of him." I respond, a bit sad for having disappointed her.

"Nah, it's ok. I'm not upset. We won the game though." She shrugs before putting the plate away.

We continue to wash the dishes, talking every now and then about random subjects and laughing at stupid facts until Liyah turns her head, becomes quiet and looks at me, almost observing me.

"What ?" I chuckle, struggling a little to remove a strand of hair that escaped my bun without touching my face with my damp hands. "Is there a problem with my makeup or something ?"

I don't wear that much makeup for a simple family dinner with Shawn's parents, but still. I do the minimum not to afraid them with my face.

She giggles at my question and grabs the glass I'm handing her.

"No, no. You look perfect." She continues to laugh. "I was just thinking."

I raise an eyebrow at her and look how her eyes are staring at the glass she has already dried four times.

"You know the glass won't be cleaner even if you wipe it for two hours straight, right ?" My words make her glance at me, but she doesn't do anything else.

Her mood swing is pretty strange. Why was she laughing about a minute ago, and why does she look so lost in her own thoughts now?

"What were you thinking of ?" I ask, all confused.

"Oh, nothing important. I-I don't know." She says and avoids eye contact with me.

"C'mon, Liyah... I know you, you wouldn't act like that if it was nothing. You can talk to me, you know that ? I won't say a word." I tell her and take the nearest towel to dry my hands.

She just starts to put all the dishes in the right cupboards and sighs heavily in response. This sigh isn't an annoyed sigh, she's probably just wondering if it's ok to tell me what's on her mind.

"Ok... So, I-I was wondering if I'll ever have... heum... a relationship l-like the one you have with Shawn." She breathes out, almost ashamed to confess this.

I raise a brow at her again and let out an involuntary chuckle.

"What do you mean by that ?"

She stops her movement for a second or two to look me in the eyes, and then, she speaks up again.