Shawn Mendes Imagines

Guitar Lessons

Leaning against the doorframe, I watched as Shawn sat on the bed, slowly strumming his guitar, and humming softly.

He looked up and his eyes met mine, flashing me a warm smile as he laid his guitar beside him on the bed.

Shawn reached out his hands, motioning for me to join him. I walked over, smiling as he took my hand in his.

"Watching me, huh?" He asked, grinning.

"Can't help it." I smiled back, sitting down on his lap.

He nodded, still smiling as he played with my fingers, the both of us sitting in silence.

"Can you play something for me?" I asked softly, resting my head on Shawn's shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Of course, darling."

I moved off of his lap and on to the empty spot beside him as he picked up his guitar, lining his fingers up on the neck of the instrument.

I watched in awe as he strummed away, focusing on his bright pink lips move as he sang along.

As he finished, he turned to me, smiling again. I moved my hand towards the guitar, picking at the strings as a horrid sound filled the room. I laughed along with Shawn at my lack of skill.

"Can you teach me, Shawn?" I pouted, batting my eyelashes at my beautiful boy.

"I'd love to." He grinned.

He moved the guitar, grabbing my waist, and pulling me on to his lap as I giggled, picking up the guitar.

"Okay so, you want to put this hand here," He spoke softly, taking my left hand and positioning it on the neck of the guitar, "And this one here," placing my right hand on the set of strings.

His hands overlapped mine as he taught me to play a few chords, his eyes lighting up with every word he spoke.

Not paying much attention to the guitar, my eyes remained fixated on the boy resting his chin on my shoulder, as I took in all of his features.

"Okay?" He asked me, after explaining another chord to me.

My eyes never left his as he smiled at me, knowing that my attention was fixed on him, and not his lesson.

I leaned in, kissing his soft, pink lips, and put the guitar down on the bed.

Shawn moved slowly, kissing me harder as he deepened the kiss. His fingers pressed into my waist as I turned around so that I was straddling him.

We both pulled away breathlessly and rested our foreheads against each other's.

"I see you pay more attention to the teacher than the lesson." He chuckled, pecking my lips again.

"Only if my teacher is you."

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I thought this was cute
Creds to: @sarahkeady for the idea.

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