Shawn Mendes Imagines

Backstage

I stood with my boyfriend Shawn. Though no one knew. We were just a collaboration to the public. Simply because the second the press finds we are a couple, we would be doomed. Everyone thinks Camilla and Shawn are a couple. Making rumors. I don't care... Most of the time. When they said he tried to kiss her and she defined it ticked me off though. She is the only person who knows. I made sure she wouldn't try making moves on my guy. We had a song to preform together. (Let's just pretend I know what you did last summer is by you and Shawn tay?) What's actually funny is we both got cheated on before so we decided to write about it. Surprisingly it was really good.

I glanced at him. He smiled.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and I smirked. Then we got told to go on by a backstage guy. We walked onto stage. The bright lights I have gotten used to, but the camera's I still get annoyed about. But I will learn to ignore them sometime. We both stood with our microphones. The fans stood eagerly. It honestly still can't believe it. I looked at him and then I started to sing.

"He knows dirty secrets that I keep

Does he know it's killing me

He knows he knows does he knows

Another hands have touched my skin

I wont tell him where I've been

He knows he knows he knows,"

He started to sing with me giving me full contact. We sang as fans screamed along.

"I know what you did last summer

Just lied to me, "there's no other"

I know what you did last summer

Tell me where you've been

I know what you did last summer

Look me in the eyes, my lover

I know what you did last summer

Tell me where you've been,"

There was so much energy between us it was fun. Soon enough it was done though. Everyone clapped and yelled. I smiled. It was honestly the best feeling. And I waved and walked off to watch the rest of Shawn's concert from backstage. I stood as he belted out lyrics and strummed the guitar. I smiled as I watched him. He was natural in his preforming. He belonged out there.

***

We sat in his dressing room with his door locked. I was laying on the couch with him on top of me. His elbows were on either side of my head, supporting himself. His lips were connected with mine as we desperately tried to be as close as possible. His thumb ran circles over my hand. I closed my eyes, sighing feeling content.

"Y/N," He breathed. I hummed lightly. He squeezed my hand gently. "I love you," He whispered against my skin.

"I love you more," I replied.

"I think we should tell people," He said between kisses.

"About what?" I smirked.

"Us,"

My eyes widened slightly. I sat up along with him.

"Shawn you realize that-" I started but he cut me off.

"I know about all the risks. But how can you be my girlfriend if I can't walk around holding your hand and bragging about how great of a kisser you are," He winked at the end and I chuckled before he continued. "I love you Y/N. I don't care what anyone thinks," He exclaimed passionately. I smiled.

"Okay,"

A/N

Hey guys

What's your favorite shawn mendes song?

Just wondering.

Anyways it's almost my birthday. And tbh I don't what to get older. It gets harder you know? I don't like the whole everyone shows you their love one day a year thing. People that hate me say happy birthday like they actually like me. Though like everyone hates me so its ironic right. Anyways baiii