Shawn Mendes Imagines

He Takes You Shopping

You and your best friend were supposed to double date for homecoming and had originally planned to go dress shopping together, but she went with her boyfriend instead, setting you off.

Shawn walks in the door while you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. "Hey," He says when he sees you, his eyes lighting up.

"What are you doing home so early?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I never left. Because my best friend's a total -"

"Woah, settle down there grumpy-pants," He says, making you laugh. He sits down on the couch next to you and props his feet up on the coffee table.

"So, why is she a total.. ?"

You sigh. "We had planned to go dress shopping together, but she went with her date. Now I have to go by myself, when the only reason I even agreed to go in the first place was because of her. I don't even want to go to homecoming if she's gonna be all up in her boyfriend's business the whole night."

He chuckles, then bites his lip. "Well hey, who needs her?.. Oh! Why don't I take you dress shopping?"

You laugh at his enthusiasm, then shake your head. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?" He whines.

"Because, Shawn, have you ever been dress shopping?"

He shakes his head.

"Well, it's hell," You say.

He cocks his head to the side. "It can't be that bad."

"Well it is."

"C'mon Y/N, please?" He begs.

You sigh and give in. He jumps up and pulls you out of your house and down the driveway.

When you get to the dress shop, you sit him down on a bench and tell him to wait there and not to move while you pick out a few dresses. He obeys, and you spend a while picking out some that you thought were pretty.

This would've been so much more fun with your best friend by your side, but you kept an open mind about Shawn.

You take an armful into the dressing room that Shawn waits outside, trying each on one by one and modeling them for Shawn.

He calls from outside the door, "I'm gonna be honest here, Y/N, you look beautiful in every one. But of course you always look beautiful. Also to be even more honest, this is hell."

You laugh and struggle to pull on the next dress, but the door swings open. You gasp and cover yourself with the dress in your hands.

"Shawn! What the heck?"

He smiles at you and then reaches behind him, revealing a short, above knee-length,navy blue cotton dress with lace sleeves. It had sparkles on the top, and the bottom was laced too.

"Oh.. that's really cute. Where'd you find it?" You manage, still embarrassed you were standing there in your underwear.

"On a rack somewhere. But will you try it on?" He asks, out stretching his hand.

You smirk and take it from him.
"Maybe, if you get out."

He nods and turns to leave, but quickly spins back around and grabs your arms, pulling you against his chest and crashing his lips to yours.

He holds the back of your head gently and runs his palm down your arm. When the kiss broke, he brings his finger to his lips and grins.

"What was that for?" You ask.

He shrugs. "Because I love you."

After that you tried on the dress, which fit perfectly, and Shawn didn't hesitate to buy it for you.

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