Shawn Mendes Imagines

Memories After All

inspired by Memories by Shawn Mendes

Shawn's POV

"Hey, baby," I smiled, seeing (y/n) pulling wall decor pieces out of the many cardboard boxes scattered across the floor.

"Hey," her eyes lit up as she saw me, her hair pulled up into a loose ponytail, a big, gray t-shirt falling to her knees.

"I just finished setting up the bathroom," I grinned as she walked towards me, arms quickly locking around my neck, my hands sliding down her sides.

"Thank you." She sighed, shutting her eyes for a second. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering on her skin for a moment, "This is really stressful, but fun," she added.

"I know," I agreed, taking a look around the new house, furniture all over the place, some picture frames hung up, some still laying on the fresh, wooden floors.

"Look at this, babe," I picked up one picture that had caught my eye. (Y/n) and I's wedding photo, tucked beneath a bright white frame, small diamond-like gems lining it.

"Wow," she smiled, gazing at the picture. Her hand rested over mine as I wrapped my free arm around her waist from behind, her body pulled tight against my chest, my chin laying on her shoulder, "look at us."

"Only two months, huh?" I chuckled softly, my mind wandering back to the day we got married, two months ago.

"That was the best day of my life," she hummed, her eyes scanning the picture.

"Mine too." I kissed her temple, her thumb gently rubbing my hand, "Can we hang this up?" I questioned.

She simply nodded, fleeing from my hold. I watched as she walked towards the wall, small pieces of hair falling from her ponytail, framing her face.

My long, gray t-shirt swayed back and forth on her petite body as she got on her tippy-toes, hanging the photo up on a nail in the clean, white wall.

"It's perfect," I breathed as she backed up and stood beside me to admire it.

"It is, isn't it?" She smiled widely, I turned to look at her, her big, brown eyes locked with mine for a moment before I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers.

"Marrying you was definitely the best decision of my life," I grinned, her small cheeks flushing a bright pink color.

"And marrying you was the best decision of my life," she giggled, her hands pressed up against my chest as I admired her.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," her eyes widened upon remembering something as she stepped away from me, making her way towards one of the many cardboard boxes, "I found this earlier this morning."

"What is that?" My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced down at the folded envelope between her fingertips. She simply giggled again, shoving it into my chest.

"Just read it!" She laughed. I took the envelope from her hand, a perplexed look on my face as I pulled out a piece of looseleaf.

"Oh my god," I laughed, my eyes scanning over the messy handwriting. It was the first love letter I had ever written to her, back in high school.

"Yeah," she leaned up and pecked my cheek, "you were such a sweetheart," she patted my chest twice before picking up another box, pulling out its contents.

"Damn, I was so cheesy," I mumbled, unable to stop cringing at my cliché choice of words, my eyes still glued to the paper.

"I know," she laughed, passing by me and walking into the kitchen, "but I guess your cheesiness worked on me, 'cause look where we are now."

"That's true," I followed behind her, quickly picking her up and setting her on the kitchen counter as she squealed in surprise. My body fit right between her legs as she tangled her fingers in my hair.

"I think we're going to make some great memories in this house," she sighed contently as I gently ran my hands up and down her bare thighs.

"Me too, sweetie," I nodded, looking around the kitchen. White paint covered the walls, the glossy tiles beneath my feet added a classy touch to the room.

"I love you, Mr. Mendes," she ran her fingers through my messy mop of hair, pushing it away from my forehead.

"Mm, and I love you, Mrs. Mendes."

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I shot out of bed, propping myself on my elbows, my heart almost beating out of my chest. All I could think about, and dream about lately, was her.

The times when we stayed up all night decorating the new house, slow dancing in the kitchen as soon as the whole place was finished, and even slipping beneath the duvet each night with the love of my life wrapped in my arms.

I glanced over to the right side of my bed, her side. I missed the nights she'd snuggle up into my chest when she was cold on a rainy night, or when she'd wake up having a nightmare and tell me everything that happened.

I laid my head back against the pillow, staring aimlessly at the white ceiling, purely reminiscing.

"All those precious moments that we carved in stone, are only memories, after all."

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sorry for the lack of updates, i haven't been inspired lately!): hope this makes up for it! we're almost at 2M too!!! tysm i love u all❤️

-Rebecca