Shawn Mendes Imagines

Amsterdam (Part 1)

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It's a cold Thursday night in Toronto and you find yourself making sure everything was ready for Shawn's arrival. Your heart hadn't stopped beating since he told you he was boarding the plane. He had convinced his team and label to give him some time off, setting back some dates on his North American leg tour so he could come home for his birthday. They gave him a few days, no more than a week. He accepted it knowing he wasn't gonna get a better deal. You begged him to let you pick him up at the airport but he didn't really like the idea of you driving around at 2 in the morning. You understood his worries knowing you had barely slept since he told you he was coming home for his birthday. You were excited but stressed, to say the least. Hoping you had picked the birthday present. After all, you only turn 21 once.

Before you know it the sound of keys dangling outside the door were opening your tired eyes. You didn't ever remember falling asleep. You quickly stood up from the couch turning on the lights by the kitchen island and as you walked to the door, extending your hand to twist the knob, the boy on the side had beaten you to it. 

"Hi," he almost sounds relieved to see you. He is relieved, he's missed you much.

You smiled at him and extend your arms welcoming him for a hug. He drops his bags and walks straight into the comfort and feeling of home he always feels in your arms.

"Welcome home bub, I've missed you," you say standing on your toes trying to hold onto the tall boy as much as you could, "so much."

His huge hands travel down your back and caress the cold skin under your shirt. He lets out a soft hum before pressing a kiss on your forehead, "not as much as I've missed you, hun," his eyes locked into yours, "forgot how tiny you were." He adds making you pout your lips and tilt your head to the side.

"Gonna let that one slide," you pulled away from the hug but kept your hands on his waist not wanting to break the physical contact and you'd been longing for months, "but only because I have no energy to come up with something and I might've missed your remarks about my height."

He smiles at your confession and brings a hand to the side of your neck caressing the skin with his thumb, "wish we could stay like this forever." He says before pressing his lips against yours. You've missed how perfect your lips felt together, like a puzzle piece.

"Mhmmm me to superstar," you say into the kiss, "but things have to get done around here."

He whines at the loss of contact when you pull back and start grabbing his bags and pulling them in the living room. He looks around his condo, looks at his girl and takes a deep breath just allowing his mind to adjust to the home-like feeling he hadn't felt in months.

Your groans grasp him back to reality. You were struggling trying to pull the last bag into the living room, "I know you're tired bub but your bags are almost as heavy as you."

He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head at you before walking over and helping you place it next to the others. "Is it just me or did this place get bigger?" He asked, referring to his own condo.

"You'd be surprised how many times I asked myself that before going to bed," he looks at your rather amused, "I swear our bed got bigger and bigger every night you were away. Felt emptier every night." 

He pouts before pulling you closer to him again, "Won't feel empty tonight baby."

"Wish it was your birthday every day." You admit making him laugh.

You stayed up for what seemed like forever catching up. You told him about your classes, how you aced them all even after the constant stress and anxiety and he told you about the tour. Told you about the cities he'd gone to, told you about funny fan experiences he had. They were your favorite, you loved hearing him talk about his fans, you liked how he talked about them as if they were almost his friends. As the night went on you guys eventually ended up falling asleep on the couch in the living room.

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You woke up with a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and long legs straddling you. You turned your head to the left catching a very sleepy Shawn. You missed waking up to him in the morning and to your surprise, you missed how he'd always straddle your poor little body with his heavy legs. It was just one of his ways to express his love for you. With touches. Slowly you start untangling his arms from your waist and lifting his legs from you with your thugs. Once you were out of his grip it didn't take him long to let out a soft whine and extend his arm to the empty spot that belonged to you. Surprisingly he didn't wake up and thank god he didn't. You knew this was probably the best sleep he'd gotten in months.

After about an hour and a half of you unpacking his clothes and doing laundry, you start hearing shuffling and groans coming from the living room. You smiled at the thought of him shuffling and groaning around like a child, something he always did. You assumed to let whoever he was with know he was awake and it worked.

"Well good morning superstar," you cooed walking into the living room.

He tilted his head back on the couch smiling as you walked over to him. You stood behind him placing your arms around his shoulders. "Feeling good this morning bub?"

"Very. Though I would've loved to have woken up with you in my arms." You couldn't help but blush at his words, you missed clingy Shawn. "Spent way too many morning and nights without you," he pecked your lips.

"Wanted to let you sleep, it looked like the best sleep you've had in months." You tell him before motioning him to get up. "Cmon, you gotta freshen up and I wanna make you breakfast."

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"This kitchen is squeaky clean babe," he says impressed, "I can tell you mostly had takeout or microwave dinners." He took the last bite of his breakfast.

You nod, "well between classes and also trying to keep myself extra busy so I didn't have to spend more than 5 hours alone here missing you, I barely had the time."

Shawn didn't blame her for doing everything she could to keep her mind distracted, he knows how hard it is for her to not have him with her. He knows because he feels the exact way every day he's away on tour, you could say the constant moving around and the music helps keep him distracted but there will always be something to remind him. Same goes for her.

"I'm just glad I'm back home. No better way to spend my birthday than with my girl," he says standing up from the stool and walking over to the sink.

"I'll do it bub," you say when you see him grabbing the washcloth, "no doing dishes on your birthday week."

He hums softly wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder. 

"Gonna be the best birthday especially cause I have you all to myself," he says leaving a kiss on your exposed neck. You missed how his lips felt against your skin, sending shivers down your spine giving you goosebumps.

Feeling so lost in this feeling, you didn't even notice him turning you around so you could be facing him. His hands traveling all over your body, paying attention to every curve. He knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew exactly which spot to pay more attention to, which spot to caress and kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath almost made him growl, "this one's gonna be special, I see."

"They have all been special," he defends, attaching his lips back with your neck. "Remeber how for my 20th birthday you flew to Amsterdam and surprised me?" You smiled feeling him against your neck, "my favorite girl and my favorite city."

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