Shawn Mendes Imagines

32- Pizza

"I really feel like pizza" I groaned as Shawn stool of his shirt and jumped onto my bed.

"Me too" he shrugged pulling my closer and placing a kiss on to my head. "Shall we get the meat feast?" He asked.

"No, I just feel like pepperoni" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"You can't just have pepperoni"

"Why?"

"Because pepperoni is boring" he stated. I let out a frustrated sigh.

"We'll always have meat feast though" I argued.

"You always get your way on everything else" I sat up slightly offended.

"I don't not and even if I did it doesn't matter because you're supposed to let me get whatever I want because I'm your girlfriend"

"That doesn't matter, when we watch a film we always have to watch your kind of films because you don't like mine." He sat up so we were face to face.

"Well that's my my fault" I yelled slightly. "Do you always feel like this or have you just got your panties in a twist today?" I shot.

"You're so immature" he scolded.

"So are you!" I huffed before sitting with my back against the headboard. "You know what, I don't want pizza anymore" he copied my actions.

"Fine"

"Fine"

We sat in silence for the next half an hour or so waiting for one of us to apologise. We were both as stubborn as each other and we were known to sit in silence for many hours until one of us have up. He let out a large sigh before turning to me.

"How about we just get both?"

"Yeah okay" I smiled and he pulled me into him and kissed me.