Shawn Mendes Imagines

Little Colombiana

A/N: thanks to @ddmahonerushawn for the request. i used (y/n) though, hope thats alright !

"You're gonna be fine, babe, you need to calm down," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around Shawn's torso from behind, resting my head against his back.

Frustrated, he ran a hand through a hair, fixing his black button down shirt, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He let out a deep breath as I stepped in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders, relaxing them. His hands fell to my hips, gently pulling my body against his, our foreheads touching.

"I know, baby, I know. It's just- they're your parents, and if they don't like me, I don't know how I can live with myself. And I don't want them to stop you from seeing me; I can't lose you," he closed his eyes, his cheeks were flushed. I pulled away slightly, standing on my tip-toes to run my fingers through his hair and leave a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't be ridiculous, Shawn. They're going to love you, and you are not going to lose me." I stared directly into his eyes as he simply nodded, "Now come on, remember once this is over with, we have the rest of the week in Colombia all to ourselves," my eyebrows raised slightly and Shawn bit his lip at the thought.

"I can't wait," he pulled me back into his arms, tucking his face into the crook of my neck and gently sucking on my skin, my hands resting on his biceps, "just me and my little Colombiana."

"Stop." I giggled, pushing him away slightly, "Me having hickeys all over my neck is definitely not a good first impression."

He chuckled, grabbing my jacket and slipping it over my dark navy dress, his hand on my lower back as he walked me out of the hotel room, locking the door behind us.

Shawn hailed a taxi, opening the door of the vehicle and allowing me to sit inside before he quickly followed. The trip to my parent's house was not to long. My head rested on his shoulder the entire ride, his lips occasionally pressing a quick kiss to my forehead or cheek.

Upon arrival, Shawn quickly got out of the car, opening my door for me and holding out his hand. My fingertips locked with his as he helped me out of the car, leading me towards the front door of the house.

"It's beautiful," he mumbled, looking down at me after admiring the small, modern looking home my parents resided in. I nodded in agreement as I rang the doorbell, standing there in anticipation while Shawn gently tapped his foot against the concrete stairs, attempting to rid of the nervous feeling building up inside of him.

"¡(Y/n), mi amor! Su pasado tanto tiempo. Te ves muy bonita." She reached out pulled me into a hug, doing the same to Shawn, "¿Y debe ser Shawn?" glancing up at him, excitement painted all over her face.

Although Shawn had brushed up on his Spanish before taking the trip down to Colombia to meet my parents, by the look plastered on his face, I could tell he had no idea as to what my mother had asked him.

I giggled a little as he looked down at me, furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes wide with confusion. Nodding my head, I gave his hand another gentle squeeze as he attempted to answer her.

"Uh, sí," Shawn replied, his statement coming out as more of a question rather than an answer, looking back down at me for confirmation.

"I can speak English as well, Shawn, don't worry," my mother laughed and smiled at him, small crinkles forming at the sides of her eyes, her thick Spanish accent was soothing to my ears, bringing me back to my childhood. Old memories reemerged as Shawn and I stepped into the house, hand-in-hand.

"Oh, thank god." He let out a small chuckle as we both removed our shoes by the door mat, "You have a lovely home, by the way."

"Thank you," my mother smiled at him once again before my father walked into the room, his hand outstretched to greet Shawn.

"Este es Shawn," she introduced the two of them as they shook hands.

"Hola señor, uh, es un placer conocerte. Um, yo soy Shawn." My father smiled, letting out a soft chuckle.

"I'm very impressed, son, learning Spanish just for us, huh? At least that's what (y/n) told us," he laughed, having us all gather around the dining table to enjoy dinner together.

Shawn grinned, nodding his head, "Of course, sir. I know Spanish is a big part of (y/n)'s life, and that's something I'd love to learn for her and her family."

I blushed madly as Shawn grabbed my hand beneath the table. He looked towards me, quickly winking before returning to the conversation.

"Él es muy guapo y educado. Se escogió una buena, mi amor," my mother mouthed to me from accross the table as I laughed quietly, nodding in agreement. My father had quickly taken a liking to Shawn, fully engaged in his stories about his music career and education.

"So you flew out to Colombia just to meet us?" My father asked, before taking a spoonful of his Ajiaco. The dish has always been one of my favorites, and my mother decided to make it today for Shawn and I.

"Of course. As soon as I heard that you guys wanted to meet me, I booked the first flight out here. I think it's going to be a great vacation for the two of us, as well," Shawn nodded his head, looking back at me for reassurance.

"See, they love you," I whispered quietly to Shawn as he smiled shyly, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand.

"And I love you."

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when ur in college spanish but u still gotta use that translator to help u out wlfmdnsn oK me (hope i didnt use any incorrect phrases omg)

-Rebecca