Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pool

"Seriously Y/N?" Cameron calls from the water. "Summer is almost over and you haven't even dipped your toes in the water."

You sit on the lounge chair, your feet where your head should be, holding a book above your face and hoping you don't drop it as you flip page after page.

"Exactly," you mumble, though loud enough for him to hear from the water of the public pool. "Summer is almost over. So I need to tan."

"Shawn, tell your girlfriend to stop being lame and get her ass in the water," Cameron says, turning to Shawn, who was laying on a donut floatie with his butt in the middle.

"Will you stop calling her 'your girlfriend'? She has a name, you know."

You smile at how relaxed yet pissed he sounds at the exact same time.

"Okay," Jack Gilinsky interrupts. "Tell Y/N to stop being lame and get her ass in the water."

Shawn turns to you, the bright light of the sun a reflection in his dark sunglasses. "Cuddlebug?"

"Yes?" you pull the book away from your face and gaze at him upside-down. He was wearing dark blue swim trunks and no shirt, showing off his toned abdomen, splashed with water.

"Do you want to swim?" he asks.

You shrug. "Not really."

He turns back to Jack and Cam, shrugging. "She doesn't want to, so let her tan."

They groan in unison, splashing him with water and muttering something about how he can't get any more whipped.

You let them talk and swim for a while, reading your book and basking in the warm rays of the afternoon sun in your bright pink bikini.

Suddenly, you feel a hand yank the book away from your face.

Thinking it was Cam, you get your hand ready to slap him, but relax a little upon realizing it was only Shawn.

"Oh, hey baby," you smile.

"Greetings." He presses three fingers into the back of your shoulder blade, forcing you to sit up as he turns you around and sits on the same chair behind you, his back against the arched rest.

You lean back on his stomach, head on his chest as his fingers find yours and grip loosely.

He kisses the side of your head and uses his free hand to pet your warm hair like a dog, which you always find funny, but comforting.

It's amusing how the two of you can do something like this at a public pool in front of everyone, and not get any stares. You can also do it all without speaking a single word to each other.

"Hon'," he murmurs in your ear after you had been laying there for a while.

"Mmm?" you respond, your eyes still closed.

"Do you think I'm whipped?" his arms drape over your stomach, finding your other hand and lacing it in his as your arms cross.

You keep a plain expression, before scooting your head back a little and tilting up to squint at him. "What?"

"Do you think I'm whipped? You know, like, I don't have a life anymore. Not that my life with you isn't a life, but, do you think I'm not me?"

You pause before returning to your previous position. "I don't think you're whipped, Shawn," you laugh. "I just think you're in love."

He squeezes your hands tighter before planting another kiss on the top of your head. "I guess I am," he giggles.

"I love sitting like this," you say. "But I hate that I can't kiss you."

He laughs and sits up, watching you turn your body to face him as his arms wrap fully around your waist, his fingers, moist with sunscreen and sweat, pressing into your skin.

His parted lips slowly meet yours, kissing you once before you kissed him back.

"Will you two stop being gross?" you hear Jack call from the pool, him and Cam splashing you and making you scream while laughing.

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does anyone have any ideas for a new YouTube video on my channel? it can be a cover of a song of your choice, a challenge, a tutorial, whatever! i'm just really blank on ideas. thanks (:

-avey