Shawn Mendes Imagines

BFF pt. 2

A/N: here's part 2 :)

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Y/N's POV

We kiss inside the cab, as if we've had a burning desire to do this for the longest time. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but after a while, we pull away.

"Hey," Shawn says with a wide grin, his face inches away from mine.

"Hi," I reply with a giggle, matching his grin.

He kisses my lips briefly one last time before slowly sitting back in his seat, still facing me.

"So... that just happened."

"Yeah..."

Neither of us speak, both not really knowing what to say. After a moment he breaks the silence.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you. And not just like as a friend, I mean I like like you."

"I like you too," I say quietly.

He smiles softly while looking down at his lap. "I don't think you understand... I've had a huge crush on you since I was 9."

This makes my eyes go wide a little. "Really?"

He nods. "A few times I tried to get myself to tell you but I always chickened out. I never told anyone else, but I think my mom could tell."

"But, what about... all those other girls?"

He shakes his head and smiles. "Me being an idiot," he says with a laugh. "Somehow in my head, I thought they would help me get over you. Especially when you were seeing someone else."

I think about his confession for a minute until I realize I should probably say something too.

"I- I don't know when I started liking you, because I didn't know I liked you until you kissed me. But... I think I've felt this way for a while," I confess. "Not as long as 10 years but definitely for a while," I add with a chuckle, making him laugh as well.

We reach his apartment building and he takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. We head up to his place on the fourth floor.

Before tonight, I thought I knew pretty much everything about him, just like he did me. We didn't keep things from each other (at least I thought), so in 11 years of friendship I believed we knew everything there was to know. I had no idea he was keeping his biggest secret from me.

We sit on his bed, and I ask him to tell me all the things he couldn't tell me before. I listen to him talk, and I'm amazed at how I had absolutely no clue about any of this.

"Oh and after that I tried to tell you about a month before my junior semiformal. I wanted to ask you to be my date."

I remembered that dance. It was the first one I went to with Joe.

"Why didn't you?" I didn't have a date yet a month before the dance.

"That was actually the closest I had ever come to telling you. I had convinced myself that it was time, and that was the day. I was gonna do it after school.

I remember you confessing to me during lunch that you had a crush on him, Joe. I think I played it off cool but I was absolutely crushed. So, I never told you. Do you remember the next few months after that?"

I nod. I did remember; he'd had about five girlfriends in the span of three months.

"Yeah, well, that was me desperately trying hard to let go of you. Clearly it didn't work."

We talked for hours, and it was as if nothing had changed... even though everything had.

Some time during our conversation we had both laid down, either facing each other or talking to the ceiling.

I check the time on my phone. It was 1 in the morning. I involuntarily yawn, my eyes feeling droopy.

"Someone's tired," he says with a laugh and I nod sleepily, smiling too. "Stay over, yeah?"

I nod again. "I've got nothing to sleep in though, I took my hoodie home last week," I tell him, looking down at my uncomfy-looking shirt and jeans.

Shawn gets up off the bed and starts digging through his closet. He throws a t-shirt at me and I go to the bathroom to get changed.

I take off my shirt, replacing it with his t-shirt. I wouldn't be able to sleep in jeans, so I take those off too. The t-shirt fell just below my underwear.

When I walk out of the bathroom, Shawn is laying on the edge of the bed. He lifts his head and I could feel his eyes on me. I suddenly feel shy under his stare.

"What are you looking at?"

"Just you. And how beautiful you are," he tells me, meeting my eyes.

My cheeks flush pink. "Should I um... do you want me to sleep in the guest room?" I usually slept there when I stayed over, but I wasn't sure if that changed after... y'know.

"Not a chance, c'mere." He grins, reaching for my hand and pulling me back onto the bed.

I laugh, falling next to him. He pulls me closer by the hip, kissing me a few times.

We climb up to where the pillows are, and he wraps his arms around my torso from behind.

"Night, Y/N."

"Night, Shawn."

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A/N: so what did you think? 😬