shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

"i dont like her"

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cath's pov

i was nervous.

today, shawn was taking me to his families house for supper. i had met his mom, dad, and sister, aaliyah many times before; but none of his aunts, uncles, or cousins. he squeezed my hand in reassurance, smiling down at me as we walked up the walkway and towards the front door.

"everything is going to be fine, cuddlebug," he stopped walking, sensing my high stress level, "i promise." he grinned, leaning in and kissing my head.

"but what if it's-"

"i promise." he cut me off, squeezing both of my hands in his.

we walked up the rest of the path and took the stairs.

shawn squeezed my hand again before knocking three times.

shuffling and distinct chatter was heard on the other side before the door swung open. i was immediately face to face with karen, who greeted me with the warm smile i always received when coming here.

"hey guys! come in, come in!" she exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

i smiled and hugged her back, greeting manny and aaliyah also.

i reached for shawn's hand, tangling my fingers with his as we made our way into the kitchen. immediately, i was overwhelmed by family that i didn't know. i smiled tightly and greeted them all, sitting down at the table next to shawn.

we began to eat, all of us making small talk. his grandmother was the sweetest lady, shorter then me. she greeted me with a hug, gushing about how much shawn talked about me.

when i looked back at him, his cheeks were red.

one of his uncles, which he warned me about, was a jokester. he was laughing the whole time, which made me feel at ease. karens sister, julie, was also very sweet. she was giddy, whispering to shawn, 'i never knew she was as beautiful as you said she was.' but throughout the whole evening, there was a lady who i felt was analyzing me.

i glanced over at shawn upon feeling him bring my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back. i smiled, looking up and seeing the same lady sending me a hard stare.

"so," she said suddenly, the outburst making me cough, "how long have you and my nephew been together?"

so she's his aunt..

"about a year," i said, manging a small smile.

"what are your intentions with him?"

"um-" i was nervous, the words getting caught up in my throat.

"aunt stacey," shawn warned, placing his hand on top of mine underneath the table, "stop."

"well, i want to know. i don't want her going around and hurting you, shawn," she replied calmly, taking another bite of salad.

"uh-" aaliyah tried at changing the conversation, but shawn cut her off fast.

"is that what you think?" shawn's voice was low, his grip on my hand growing tighter, "you look at a girl like cath, and think she's just in this to hurt me?"

"honestly," she stated, my heart skipping a beat, "i get that kind of feeling from her, i don't like her. she looks to proper, everything seems forced or fake. like she's trying too hard."

her words stabbed me like knives, causing tears to brim my eyes. karen glared at her sister, but i couldn't catch what she said because too many words were echoing around in my head.

i pulled my hand from shawn's grip, my eyes unable to leave the floor. i stood up, placing my napkin on the table and hurrying out of the house.

shawn called out for me, but that only made me go faster.

i felt a cry shake through me, and i sat on the front steps, curling my knees to my chest and bringing my hands to my face.

i couldn't help the sobs that took over, my tears dripping onto the material of my summer dress.

i heard the door open behind me, and i immediately wiped my tears. as i stood up, a hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around. i immediately locked eyes with shawn, and his sympathetic glance only made my chin quiver.

he pulled my body against his in a hug, and i buried my head against his shoulder. my arms found his waist, and i clutched the material of his shirt into my fist tightly.

"my love," shawn whispered, his voice strained, "i'm so sorry that happened. she shouldn't have said that."

i pulled away from him, bringing both hands to my face and wiping away my tears, "do you think i'm just in this to hurt you?"

"what?" shawn's brows slammed down, "no! love, no, i don't think that of you. i never did."

"i just wanted them to like me," i shook my head, sitting back down on the porch step and resting my chin on the palm of my hand, "i feel so embarrassed." just thinking about the events that took place made tears spring to my eyes.

shawn sat down beside me, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. i looked towards him, and when we licked eyes he leaned in and pressed his lips to my head.

"i don't want you to feel embarrassed," he said, "everything was going so good before she said anything. everyone loves you, she just doesn't know what she wants to say half the time."

he started to play with my finger tips, and i let my head fall back, "i just wish this didn't happen."

"i know," shawn said immediately, "me too."

for the next few minutes, we sat in silence. i leaned my head onto shawn's shoulder and let out a breath, only looking up upon hearing shawn's voice, "do you want to go back inside?"

i shrugged, gently kicking a pebble along the cement pathway.

shawn placed his fingers under my chin, tilting it up towards him unexpectedly. leaning in, he placed his lips on mine softly. i kissed him back, smiling when he pulled away.

"there," shawn smiled triumphantly, "i like seeing that smile better then tears."

i blushed, ducking my chin.

"we can go somewhere if you don't want to go back in, it doesn't matter to me," shawn said, "i understand if you want to leave."

"i'll stay," i said after a minute, reaching for his hand again.

he smiled and stood, helping me to my feet and smiling, "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

"hmm," i pretended to think about it, "only ten times." at that, he chuckled.

"ready?" he asked, reassurance surging through my veins, the emotion calming my - once jittery - nerves.

"ready," i smiled, letting him lead me inside where we enjoyed the rest of our supper with his family.

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