Shawn Mendes Imagines

"I love you"

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When Shawn arrives at their shared condo, he finds his beautiful girlfriend in his studio, softly strumming chords on one of his guitars, her other hand carefully supporting the neck and pressing down on the strings as she gently plucks with a floral pick. She's singing quietly, a sweet, angelic sound that harmonizes perfectly with the light strums of the guitar.

"Didn't know you could sing or play!"

There's an amused smile on his face when she jumps out of fright, stumbling over her words as she hurriedly places the guitar back on its stand. "I-I am sorry, it was just really pretty and I-I used to take classes, so I umm..-"

"It's alright, honey. You sound lovely, better than me, actually."

Her cheeks darken in color, a shy smile lighting up her face as she fidgets with the hem of his hoodie. She was wearing his hoodie and pair of leggings, hair wrapped in a loose bun, baby hair framing her pretty face. 

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She cuddles up in his lap, relishing in the warmth that radiates from his tall frame, as he wraps his arms around her, chin resting on the floppy waves of her hair. He can smell the sweet coconut shampoo, fingers gently threading through as he braids them (or that's what he calls it). She smiles at him, turning her head and tilting it as he kisses the curve of her shoulder, peppering her collarbone in wet, sloppy kisses.

"Ahah! Stop it! That. Tickles," she said, giggling, shooting at him as he tickles her side, turning her over until their faces are inches away, panting and breathing heavily. She lightly shoved him, turning her attention back to the movie, as he grumbles at the loss of attention.

"Umm... Have you seen the pictures yet? The publicity stunt ones?" There's nervousness to his tone as he bites his lip, waiting patiently for her answer. 

"Yeah."

"You know they are not real, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"It doesn't feel right. It feels wrong to even touch or hold her hand because she's not you." He murmurs into her shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

She lets out a breathy huff, before nodding, "I trust you." She responds after a moment of pondering. "I-I just feel like you look perfect together you know? A-and people will-will be talking about how t-they don't like you with me, p-plus I am not special or like pretty or anything." He can tell she's on the verge of crying because her breath is hitching, her eyes watering and the skin around her cheeks grow blotchy. There's a burning lump in her throat that she tries to swallow, a few tears leaking out of her eyes.

"Oh honey, don't talk like that. I promise you, I don't care what they say. They don't know how happy I am with you. You make me feel happy every day, I love you soo much. You are beautiful, no matter what, alright? It's your personality I love best, your wild and beautiful soul."

"Oh, really?" Her eyes are wide and thoughtful, lips jutted up in a pout, "thank you. It'll take a while for me to believe that though. I won't be perfectly happy just because you say those things every day, alright?"

He nods, pecking her on the forehead before looking deep into her orbs, his own hazel eyes shining with tender care. "I love you!" She says honestly, pouring her heart into those three words.

There's a devilish smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling mischievously as he responds, "I know you do, I love you too. After all, I am the best Mendes."

She raises her eyebrows at his cocky smile, a teasing glint in her eyes before she shakes her head and kisses his nose, "Nah. I love you, but Aaliyah's still the best."

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