Shawn Mendes Imagines

Birthday Girl

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"Hey," He whispered in your hear, planting a kiss on the side of your head. "Babygirl," His hand eased up the curve of your back. "Wake up Birthday Girl." He smiled, kissing your nose as it scrunched.

"Hmm?" You hum, turning towards his warmth.

"Good morning," He grins, watching you slowly blink your eyes open.

"Morning," You eye him, confused at the fact that he's dressed for the day, his hair was even styled the way you like. "Why aren't you in bed?"

He chuckles, knew you were gonna say that. "Because I had to get up to get someone's birthday surprise ready." He taps your cheek.

"Oh," You curl back into the bed.

No one has ever really made a big deal over your birthday before, so Shawn already having surprises planned is a little shocking.

"Yeah 'oh'," He shuffles, moving to lay on top of you, elbows propping him up. "Happy Birthday my Love."

You smile, cheeks blushing as he kisses you. "19 birthday kisses, for the 19-year-old."

You giggle as he counts each kiss, each one getting a little juicier.

"19!" He cheers, locking his arms around you and flipping the both of you over so you're straddling his hips.

"You're gonna mess up your pretty hair," You pout, tucking a few of his curls in place.

"You like it?" He bites his lip.

You eye him, rolling your eyes a little, "Of course I do, my personal Elvis." You let that one curl that's dropping over his forehead curl around your index finger.

He moves his face, biting the tip of your finger. "I made you coffee since I know you don't eat breakfast right away."

"Awe you didn't have to do that," You smile shaking your head at him.

"Yes I did, it's my Baby's birthday." He sits up, now chest to chest with you. Pecking your lips, he grips your thighs. "Now, let's go get her, her morning coffee so we can start her amazing day."

You smile, letting him tug on your hands and pull you down the hall to the dining room. You gasp and stop in shock when you see what he's done.

Not only has he made you coffee, but he's also got his Mum's banana chocolate chip muffins (your favorite) on the counter, and not to mention big 1 and 9 golden balloons in the middle of the windows, tons of light pink, light blue, and white balloons scattered neatly around the room.

"Shawn!" You whine, hands coming to cover your face.

"You like it?" He whispers, moving to stand behind you, holding you to his chest.

"I love it, no one has ever done this for me before." You lean back into him, admiring his work.

"I remember you telling Aaliyah at her party that you wish to have something like this. Did I do it right?"

"Perfect, you're perfect." You turn your head to look up at him, he's already looking at you.

"You're perfect." He whispers, leaning down to leave a kiss on your lips.

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"Shawn, you have to stop!" You hiss as he puts the shirt in the already full cart.

"But you want it!" He points at the shirt.