Shawn Mendes Imagines

Brashier's sister pt. 2

A/N: pt. 2 of previous imagine ❤️

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Y/N's POV

"Woahh! This place is huge!" I exclaim, heading back into the main area.

Having just finished the North American leg of the tour, there were three weeks until the team would have to fly to Asia for the next part.

I, on the other hand, have two more weeks of my tour adventure before summer ends and I need to go back home.

I've been trying not to think about it, because I'm really having the best time here with them and I don't want to go. But, that was the agreement with my parents.

We were now in Jamaica and had just arrived at the place we'd be staying at until I left and they hit the road again.

It was a studio high up on this small mountain, and the view was spectacular. There were trees all around, and the ocean just beyond it. I could even see a small beach just down from where we were, with a narrow path leading to it.

Really it was like a big house or a cottage, just with the main area as a studio. I guess it had to be made like a house since there wasn't exactly a hotel anywhere nearby to stay at. We were pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

Some of the team had gone home to see their families, but the writers were here and a few other people who help with song making.

Connor was here since he was filming the tour videos, and consequently so was I, not that I'm complaining. Shawn was obviously here since y'know, these are his songs being made.

We each took a bedroom and there were still a few to spare. I took my stuff up to my room, but then immediately walk back out, deciding that I would unpack later.

I see Shawn leaning against the railing of the balcony, and go outside to join him.

"Hey," I say, coming up beside him and resting my elbows on the wood.

"Hey... it's nice here isn't it?"

"Yeah, amazing view."

"Yeah..."

I feel his gaze on me so I turn my head to look at him but he quickly looks back to the ocean in front of us. I do the same, a smile tugging at my lips.

"The beach looks nice," he comments casually.

"Yeah... it does."

"Do you wanna...?"

A grin breaks across my face. "I was so hoping you'd say that."

He grabs my hand, sending shivers up my arm and down my spine. I don't have time to question the feeling as he pulls me back through the house.

We run hand in hand out the door and down the narrow path leading down to the beach.

"Woahh!" I yelp, slipping on the steep rocks.

He catches me as I fall into his arms. He chuckles. "Maybe we should slow down?"

"Probably," I reply with a laugh.

He removes his hands which were holding me steady, and I feel myself blush furiously. That seems to happen a lot around him, even after the month and a half I've spent around him.

We walk more carefully down to the beach and he holds my hand still, probably in case I slipped again.

The beach was completely empty when we got down there. I kick off my shoes and socks, enjoying the feeling of sand underneath my bare feet. He laughs, doing the same.