𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

#16 Shawn Mendes

Warnings: None

You shivered as the cold air hit your bare skin. The cold Canadian climate made you long for the jacket you had stuffed somewhere in one of your suitcases.

Your parents had decided to make the move from sunny Los Angeles to cold Ontario; so here you were, in the middle of Pickering, freezing your ass off while you mentally curse your parents.

"Mom, can you open the door already!" You call out to your mother who was currently searching for the house key.

"I think I left both keys with your dad." Your mother says, sighing in defeat.

"You mean we can't get into the house?" You ask. Your mother nods and your jaw drops.

"Mom, it's like negative 55 degrees outside and who knows when dad is going to get here!"

"I realize that sweetie, maybe we could go next door and I could use their phone while you warm up for a bit?" Your mom suggests, glancing at the house next door, its porch lights lit.

"You want me to go into some stranger's house?" You deadpan.

"Stop complaining Y/N. Would you rather stay out here in the cold all night?"

You sigh, knowing that your mother is right. You grab your bag from the car and swing it over your shoulder. "Let's go." You mutter, standing beside your mom.

Your mom walks up the steps of the house and knocks at the door. A woman opens the door and you hear your mom explain the situation to her before gesturing at you. The woman smiles at your mom and she motions for you to come over. You drag your feet over to the door. "Y/N, this is Mrs. Mendes and she is more than happy to welcome us into her home until your dad arrives." Your mom says, introducing you to Mrs. Mendes.

"You know, she has a son your age." Your mom whispers suggestively, pushing you into the house.

"Really mom?" You groan. "Are you seriously trying to set me up with some random boy?"

"Oh stop complaining for once." Your mother says, shutting you up.

"Shawn, Aaliyah, come down here for a bit please!" Mrs. Mendes calls up the stairs. Two pairs of feet stomp down the stairs and you are met by a drop-dead gorgeous boy and a young girl.

"Kids, this is Y/N and Mrs. Y/L/N. They just moved in next door and will be joining us for dinner tonight. Shawn, Y/N will be going to your school so I think it would be nice for the two of you to get to know each other." Shawn smiles at you and you feel your palms begin to sweat.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Shawn says and then you realize that he is talking to you.

"Oh, sure." Shawn leads you up to his bedroom.

As soon as you enter the bedroom, you notice a wall covered in fan signs, all with Shawn's name on them. "What are these for?" You mumble, walking up to the wall.

"Oh, those are just things people send me." He mumbles, blushing slightly.

"People? What kind of people?" You ask, turning to face him.

"Fans. I make youtube videos." He says, a proud smile on his face.

"Youtube videos huh, I'll be sure to get them out sometime." You say with a giggle.

You notice his cheeks go slightly pink and his gaze falls to the ground. "I didn't mean to ask so many questions." You mumble, realizing how annoying you must have sounded.

"It's not a problem. So, Y/N, where did you come from?" He says, falling onto his bed. He pats the spot beside him, gesturing for you to sit. You sit down beside him and sink into the soft duvet.

"Los Angelos." You reply, a pang of homesickness erupts in your stomach.

"Big difference between Ontario and L.A huh?"

"Yea, it is. But I think I could get used to it," You smile at Shawn. "Especially with someone like you as my neighbor."

He glances down at his hands for about the fifth time so far. "Stop that." You mumble as you lift his head with your finger. "There's is no need to be so shy." You mutter, your voice trailing off as you get lost in his beautiful, brown eyes.

"Yea, nothing to be shy about." He says. Shawn leans into you and just before your lips touch, his mom knocks on the door telling you guys that dinner is ready. You giggle and pull away from Shawn. Standing up, you extend a hand out to him. "Shall we go?" You say and he smiles, grabbing your hand. "We shall."

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