Shawn Mendes Imagines

32: Be mine (Request)

Imagine for: Cher_Lloyd_Mendes

Harley's POV:

"At eight..."

His words ring through my head as I curl the last strand of my hair, softly ruffling the loose curls. The way the pink strands peer through the brown compliments my black dress perfectly.

As I apply my final layer of chapstick, knowing my lipstick will probably going to be inevitably ruined tonight, I check the most recent text from Shawn.

From Love of My Life;
We're going to have so much fun tonight!

A year ago today, he said I love you for the first time. Not to soon after, I had my 'first time' with him. Even though we have had some bumps and troubles throughout our year and a half long relationship, we've remained true to each other.

There is a knock on my door, the same quick knock that signals Shawn coming into my apartment, and I peek at myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing my cherry red pumps. The door to my master bedroom slowly opens as Shawn comes into the room, his hand over his eyes.

"Can I look?" He mutters, cautiously guiding himself over to the bed. I giggle as I pull on my shoes.

"Open up!" I reply. His eyes open and, starting at my feet, begin to scan up my body.

"Wow, Harley." His voice is quiet. I blush, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks as he stands and makes his way over to me. He pulls my hips to his and lightly connects our lips.

"You look absolutely amazing." He mumbles against my lips. I pull back.

"Thanks, baby." I smile. He takes my hand with out another word, leading me through the apartment complex down to the parking garage where his Jeep sits next to my car.

"Promise you won't get mad when you see where I'm taking you?" He asks, helping me into the car. My eyebrows raise in confusion and my anxiety begins to climb.

"Oh, gosh. What did you do?" I stare at him as I buckle my seat belt. He chuckles, turning the key in the ignition as the engine rumbles to life.

"Calm down, baby girl. Please just don't be mad." He repeats himself, reaching over and taking my hand in his. About fifteen minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of Noble Street Studios.

"Shawn, why are we here?"

A pit of disappointment forms in my stomach. I was expecting a fancy restaurant, or something, not Shawn's recording studio. I take a deep breath. I shouldn't be complaining. At least he was decent enough to take me out somewhere.

"Don't be mad." He reminds me, opening my door for me.

"Wait, are you working?" I ask, hurt. He just brought me along to work. A knot forms in the back of my throat as I hold back tears.

Shawn doesn't respond, taking my hand and leading me inside. There is an older lady at the reception desk.

"Hi, I booked Room A for an hour. Am I good to go?" Shawn asks, confronting her. She nods, pointing towards the chic elevator. Shawn throws a glance at me before guiding me into a recording room.

I'm shocked as I walk in. In the lounge connected to the booth, there are simple, red rose petals sporadically placed on the black couches. Shawn chuckles as I throw my hands up to my mouth.

"So you know how I have been recording for the past couple of days? Well, the entire time, all I could think about was you. And the song that came out of the sessions are meant for you!" He rubs his hands together before pulling me into a heated, passionate kiss. At that exact moment, a piano riff comes on in the background.

"Thank you so much, Shawn! I love you so much! But why did you claim the room for an hour? This took like five seconds." I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. He chuckles.

"Next time I come here, all I want to be able to think about is your body." He replies, moving his hands to the back of my dress. In seconds, he has me standing in front of him in only my dark lingerie. I gasp, then release a light moan as his lips meet my neck, unclasping my bra in the process.

"I love you, Harley." He says quietly, leaning me on a couch. Goosebumps rush up and down my back as I help strip his muscular body down to only his boxers. I moan again, this time louder as he begins to grind his hips against mine, hooking his thumbs on the top of my lacy panties. His lips begin to adventure around my chest, leaving bright red marks occasionally.

"Happy Valentine's day, Shawn." I gasp, guiding his boxers off. His brown eyes become one with mine as the only thing that is separating us is slid down my legs; and my Valentine's day is made.

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A/N:

I hope you liked it Harley, and I'm sorry it wasn't up quicker. I was working really hard on this one! By the way, the picture at the top is Shawn's actual recording studio, fyi. And yes I did a double update because it was a request, so yeah!!

QOTD 2: What is the most drastic thing you've ever done when you were bored?

AOTD2: I grabbed my old Algebra book and factored trinomials for about half an hour. Yes, I did math because I was bored. I'm a geek.