Shawn Mendes Imagines

Possessive

Y/N's POV

"The two of you are gonna get along so well, you'll be best friends by the end of the day," I tell him happily.

"Well, if you say so," Shawn replies with a chuckle as we walk through the sliding doors of Toronto Pearson airport. "When is Charlie's plane landing?"

"10 minutes ago but luggage and security takes a while." He nods and we both stand in the arrivals area to wait.

"Babe I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I'll be back," he says, and I nod as he heads off to the nearest lavatory.

I look to the gates again, and two minutes later, I see him. "Charlie!" I call and he sees me. He runs over, pulling his suitcase along, and envelops me in a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you so much!" I squeal.

"I missed you more!" he replies, matching my energy.

I see Shawn coming from the bathroom, and I motion for him to come faster.

When he reaches us, he has a bit of a puzzled expression.

"Shawn, this is Charlie. Charlie, my boyfriend Shawn."

"Oh... Charlie's a... guy," I hear Shawn mutter quietly. I look at him, confused. I thought he knew that...

Charlie didn't seem to have heard his comment, as he extends his hand to Shawn. "It's so nice to meet you."

Shawn accepts the handshake with a smile. "The pleasure's all mine."

Charlie and I talked the whole way home. But Shawn seemed a little out of it. He was quiet, and kinda just stared out the window. I wasn't sure what put him in a mood.

It was already dark by the time we got home, and I was sure Charlie was exhausted from the flight.

"Shawn are you okay?" I ask him as we walk up the driveway to my house.

He simply nods.

Charlie was staying at my place while he was in town, which Shawn all of a sudden didn't seem to like very much. He was reluctant to leave that night, and made sure to kiss me in front of him.

The next day, Charlie wanted to hang out and spend time together since we haven't seen each other in so long. Shawn came along with us, which of course was no problem except I thought he told me he had a meeting today.

He was acting pretty strange; always holding my hand, putting his arm around me, kissing me, and just PDA in general. Whenever Charlie would joke or say something, he would sort of brush it off.

Later that night, we decided to just watch a movie in the living room. While Charlie was seated on the couch across from us, Shawn had pulled me very close to him, until I was practically on his lap.

Charlie looks at us, chuckling. "You guys are a very PDA couple," he jokes.

I laugh, but Shawn doesn't find it funny. "Well, she's my girlfriend so who cares if people see," he retorts, putting emphasis on the 'my'.

Why was he being like this? I huff, having had enough.

"Shawn come with me for a sec," I say, walking towards the kitchen.

Once we're alone, I turn to face him.

"Shawn what's going on?" I demanded. He's been acting weird ever since we left the airport, and I needed to know what was up with him.

"I dunno maybe you should ask Charlie," he fires back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Shawn... are you jealous?" I ask him gently.

"What? No," he scoffs, but I wasn't buying that.

"Shawn." I glare at him.

"Okay fine," he gives up with a huff. "Yes I'm jealous okay? You guys are so close, and he knows you so well, and he's also good looking... how am I supposed to compete with that?" He sighs in defeat.

"Shawn, there's no competition. You're my boyfriend, and I like you and only you. Him and I have never been more than just friends. And besides... Charlie's gay."

"He's what?"

"Charlie's gay. If I weren't his friend, he'd totally be hitting on you right now."

Shawn laughs. "Wow I feel stupid." He looks at me genuinely. "I'm sorry. For getting all possessive and stuff."

"Don't worry about it, you're forgiven. Besides... you're cute when you get jealous."

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A/N: thanks for reading! Love you 😘