Shawn Mendes Imagines

• Say it •

I sat by the window, staring at the gloomy outside. The clouds were dark grey and the blue painted sky was nonexistent.

Clear rain droplets glided down the window at different paces, seemingly racing each other to fall first.

"Ugh, it's raining again." I groaned, collapsing on my bed that Shawn was watching t.v. on.

"Quit complaining hun." Shawn scoffed jokingly, switching channels between the shows The 100 and Grey's Anatomy.

"Wait keep that on!" I shouted.

"Which one? The 100?"

"No! Grey's Anatomy!"

"Nah." Shawn switched the channel back to The 100, smiling mischievously.

"Shawn I hate you!" I slapped his muscular shoulder with the back of my hand as he laughed, holding the remote high so I couldn't reach it.

"Shawn give it to me! Please! I've never seen that episode and I'm missing it!"

"Say you love me first." My boyfriend smirked, his eyes twinkling with victory.

I rolled my eyes.

"Say it!"

"No! Give me the remote first!"

"I had it first though!" He whined.

"You're such a five year old!"

"You're the five year old!" His Canadian voice teased, full of mockery.

I sighed in defeat. "I love you Shawn." I smiled innocently, batting my eyelashes and kissing his cheek as he rolled his eyes and handed me the remote.

"Just kidding I still hate you." I smirked, switching the channel showing Grey's Anatomy.

"This is boring, let's do something." Shawn laid upside down on my bed, staring at me.

"Like what?" I asked, mesmerized by my television screen. He sat up and scooted closer to me, his arm resting on my back.

"What are you doing? Get off of me!" I laughed, pushing him away.

"How about Netflix and chill?" Shawn winked, pulling me close again.

"Bye Shawn." I laughed.

"What?"

"Get out of my room Shawn."

"Okay?" The confused boy said, walking to the door, his eyebrows stitching together.

"I'm kidding. Let's Netflix and chill."

Shawn smiled, jumping onto my bed and pulling me into his arms.

His muscular arms wrapped around my waist and his legs entangled with mine.

He held me close for a moment until I laid my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

"Five minutes into Netflix and chill and he gives you this look." I looked up at Shawn, who was making a ridiculously silly face.

I giggled, peacefully shut my eyes when I felt Shawn's warm, plump lips on mine.

Smiling, I pushed him away, sitting up.

"Aw, c'mon babe, stop teasing me like that!"

"Like what?" I asked genuinely, biting my lip.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" I laughed.

"Darling, you know what you're doing." Shawn smiled, quickly pecking my lips, "Let's go somewhere."

"Where? Did you forget it was raining outside?" I asked.

Shawn pivoted his head towards the window, "Not anymore."

He grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine as he lead me down the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, wherever my jeep takes us."

Shawn pretended to open the door for me, considering his jeep has no doors, and sat in the drivers seat, switching the radio station to find a good song.

"I'll find one." I smiled, as Shawn backed out of my driveway.

"Ooo! I love this song!" I shouted.

"I've never heard it."

I turned up the radio as loud as it could go, as the instrumental beginning played, the cool breeze from Shawn's doorless jeep blew through my tousled hair.

"BOYS SEEM TO LIKE THE GIRLS WHO LAUGH AT ANYTHING." I sang loudly.

"NOT TRUE." Shawn shouted over the music, I laughed, proving him wrong.

"THE ONES WHO GET UNDRESSED BEFORE THEIR SECOND DATE!"

"WHAT? NOO."

"GIRLS SEEM TO LIKE THE BOYS WHO DON'T APPRECIATE."

"I APPRECIATE YOU HUN."

"FOR THE MONEY AND THE TIME THAT IT TAKES. TO BE FLYY AS A MOTHER."

"MY MOTHER IS PRETTY FLY."

"GOT MY BOTH EYES OUR FOR MR. RIGHT."

"BABE, I'M RIGHT HERE. GET IT, I SAID RIGHT HAAH. I'M YOUR MR. RIGHT BECAUSE I'M RIGHT HERE."

"GUESSING I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND EM." I continued to sing, shrugging, a smile tugging on my lips.

"UM, HOW ABOUT RIGHT NEXT TO YOU?"

"But I hope they all come out tonight, WHERE DO THE GOOD BOYS GO TO HIDE AWAY, HIDE AWAY?"

"HEY, HOW ABOUT YOU LOOK RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BECAUSE I'M NOT HIDING!"

Shawn turned down the radio, changing the station.

"I'M A GOOD--HEY! Shawn!"

"I don't like that song, it's not accurate."

I groaned, "Then what do you want to listen to?"

"How about I sing?"

"How about not?"

"How about we get out because we're here."

I looked around surprised.

"Back at my house?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, a new episode of the 100 is about to start in three minutes so let's go!"

Shawn rushed out of the car, running into my house and turning my tv on.

"Wow Shawn." I laughed, snuggling next him on the couch. My legs sitting on his and my head resting on his shoulder. His hands were laced with mine, and his head resting on mine.

"Love you babee." Shawn dragged his words, kissing my forehead and turning up the volume.