Shawn Mendes Imagines

Mosquito

Y/N's POV

I leave Shawn and I's shared hotel room, and go join the others downstairs. Shawn was still getting ready so he told me he'd come down in a few minutes.

Connor was seated on one of the couches, and Brian on the one across from him. Andrew had just gotten up, and was talking to the man at the front desk.

I greet them all good morning, and then take a seat on the couch where Connor was sitting. He looks at me and smirks.

"What?" I ask.

"What's that on your neck, Y/N?"

My hand immediately moves to the fresh hickey on my neck, courtesy of Shawn. He definitely left a mark last night. I thought my shirt would've covered it up, but I guess not.

"Umm, it's nothing... just a mosquito bite," I lie through my teeth.

"Mhm, just a mosquito bite?" He plays along, not buying any word of it. I was way too obvious.

Brian was looking between the two of us, pursing his lips together to not laugh.

Just then, Shawn comes into the lobby, running his fingers through his hair as he walks towards us.

"Hey guys," he says with a smile.

"Hi mosquito, did you have a good night?" Connor asks Shawn, his smirk growing on his face.

Brian absolutely loses it, bursting out laughing.

I whack Connor upside the head, but he continues to smile while Shawn just stands there with a confused expression.

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A/N: short and stupid but hope it made you smile :)