Shawn Mendes Imagines

He Likes You But You're Dating Cam (Part 2)

Since you guys asked. Btw that pic omg I ship Shameron so hard

Enjoy!

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You stare at Cam, with his shoulders squared and brown eyes fixed on the ground, taking deep breaths. His jaw was clenched and his hands were curled into fists by his sides.

"Cam -"

"Were you flirting back?" he asks out of nowhere.

You were taken back. "Uh... no. I swear. I told him I wasn't interested," you pause. "When are you gonna apologize to him?"

"Me apologize to him?" He scoffs.

"He already apologized to you and you made him all upset," you blurt out. "You yelled at him when he felt bad enough."

He steps closer to you, his voice lowering. "Y/N," he starts, "what kind of idiot, would even think, that a person in a relationship would have a little crush on them?"

You stay quiet for a minute, taking in his words.

"It could happen," you finally whisper.

And then Cameron stares at you and laughs. And not a funny laugh, or a cute laugh, or a laugh that you laugh when someone tells a laugh-worthy joke. It was one of Cam's famous the-world-keeps-getting-worse-and-worse laughs.

"You like him," he realizes, his smile disappearing as he begins slowly walking backwards the opposite direction.

"Cam, wait."

"You didn't deny it!" he points his finger at you, before turning around and doing a half-run, half-walk behind the building.

"Cam!"

"Screw you, Y/N!" he yells faintly, his voice cracking as it echoes through the night.

You feel your eyes start to sting as you lean against Shawn's car, sitting on the edge of it like you were before. You could feel a knot in your stomach, and it wasn't long before you were already crying to yourself, the lump in your throat seemingly getting bigger and bigger.

Suddenly the back door to the stage opens, but you don't even look up because you knew who it was.

Wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you turn away, embarrassed.

"Y/N?" Shawn calls. "Are you okay?"

"No," you answer quickly, turning to face him. "Will you just take me home?"

"Oh god, Y/N, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault, please can you drive me home? I just... need to get some sleep."

He nods quickly. "Yeah, um, here."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, unlocking the car and opening the door for you.

He walk around to the other side and starts the car, backing out of the parking lot and driving down the street.

He steals a few worried glances at you, but doesn't say anything for a while.

Finally he clears his throat, keeping his eyes on the road as he says, "Do you mind telling me what happened?"

You wipe your eyes again, looking out the window as you pass building after building.

"We broke up."

"Was it because of me?" he asks, unsure.

"No, it wasn't, really," you respond, biting back a lump in your throat.

"Then why?"

You stare out the window again, thinking of how you're going to word this.

"I told him that... I liked you."

Those words hung in the air for a while. You look over at Shawn, who was still processing this as he slowly directs the car to the side of the road and pulls over.

He turns to face you.

"Y/N," he sinks his teeth into his lower lip. "You like me?"

You slowly nod. "I mean, I think I have for awhile."

"Really?" he doesn't look convinced.

"Yes."

You didn't have time to react until he was already leaning over the console, his mouth connecting with yours roughly. He pulls your lips apart with his own, carefully, making just enough room to slip his tongue in. You didn't even try to stop it, you just let your mouths move in sync as his hands snake around your waist.

When he pulls away, he brings his fingers to his wet mouth and smiles.

"Jesus," he sighs. "You have no idea how long I've waited for that."

***

Shawn is so cute.