Shawn Mendes Imagines

You'll Never Know Unless You Try

I was laying on my bed reading a book when he had rushed through my bedroom door. I averted my gaze from the pages in my book to my best friend who shut the door behind him.
"Shawn?" I questioned, placing my book down beside me. I looked over at the time on my alarm clock, it was past midnight.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, wondering how he got up the stairs without waking my parents. I got up from my bed and made my way over to where he stood.
"I had to see you." He said, surprising me. He never talked this way towards me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking for the answer in his eyes.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He said, reaching for my arms.
My heartbeat sped up at the words that rushed through his lips. Those were words I had wished to hear him say out loud. He did feel the same for me as I did for him.
"S-Since when?" I stuttered, still in shock. Shawn walked forward, still holding onto my arms, causing me to walk backwards. Our feet stopped moving when my back hit the wall.
"Since freshman year." He whispered, his face inches away from mine. Shock coursed through me again, for freshman year was when I developed feelings for him. But all this time I kept quiet, not wanting to lose him as a friend. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Neither of us spoke, instead Shawn brushed his lips along my neck. I froze in shock, not knowing how to handle myself. This was what I've always wanted, yet it felt so foreign. He snaked his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.

"Y/N." He whispered against my jaw. I shivered in response. He trailed kisses up and down my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Then his lips crashed onto mine, and I kissed him back. The air around me seemed to grow hot as the kiss grew more intense. His hands roamed my hips and rib cage, as my arms wrapped around his neck.
There were so many different emotions and thoughts running through my mind, but I pushed them aside in the moment focussing on the lips that were attached to mine.

A loud thud jolted me awake. My eyes sprung open to the surroundings of my bedroom that was illuminated by the orange light from the lamp on my nightstand. I looked over the side of my bed to see that the book I was reading had fallen to the floor. I must have fallen asleep while reading it. My mind wandered back to the dream I had just had, and my cheeks flushed. I raised the palm of my hand to my forehead, recalling the events of my dream between Shawn and I. That had been the third dream this week involving a steamy make out session between him and I. I was beginning to feel embarrassed with myself. I mean, how could I look at my best friend after all those dreams? I would probably start blushing.

I tried to forget about the dream like I did with the other two and decided that I should go back to sleep. I sat up on my bed and picked up my book that fell, before turning my lamp off and getting into bed.
It took me twenty minutes of just lying in darkness to realize that I wasn't going to fall back asleep. The thought of Shawn kept returning to my mind. My brain began wondering about the what ifs. What if I was honest with him? But what if I lost him because of it? Then my mind began replaying the events of my dream, making my stomach do flips.
In that moment I felt the desperate need to tell Shawn how I was feeling. I couldn't take anymore of the sleepless nights and stressful thoughts. A feeling of bravery built up inside of me. I wanted to tell him how I felt, and if I wanted to sleep tonight I had to let him know now.

At ten minutes to midnight I got up from my bed and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a random sweater from a hanger and threw it over my head. Shawn's house was only two down from mine, so changing out of my pyjamas was pointless.
I got into his bedroom by climbing the large tree next to his bedroom window. Shawn always left it halfway open with just enough room for me to fit through. My nerves started to get the best of me now, but I couldn't turn back. I wouldn't let myself. I couldn't keep this from him any longer.

I crept to his bed where he peacefully slept, his covers tangled with his body. His room was dark but the moon shining through his bedroom window served as a light, making it easier to move around his room with ease.
"Shawn." I whispered, trying to wake him. Silence.
"Shawn." I called again, scared to frighten him. Shawn groaned and stirred in his sleep, causing me to chuckle. I carefully sat on the side of his bed, the side of my thigh against his back, and shook him awake.
"Shawn, it's Y/N." I whispered, closer to his ear.
Shawn's eyes opened at my touch. He didn't seem startled when his eyes met mine.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice hoarse from sleep. He slowly sat up, the comforter falling from his bare chest. I tried not to stare. He rubbed his eyes before looking back at me.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He asked in concern.

"I just wanted to tell you something." I said with a shaky voice, really nervous now.
"Couldn't you wait till tomorrow?" He questioned, his perfectly white teeth visible through the darkness.
"No, I can't sleep because of it." I admitted. Shawn ran a hand through his messy hair and yawned.
"What is it you wanted to tell me?" He asked, leaning forward and brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. As he leaned back against the headboard of his bed I couldn't help but admire his features. Just by looking at him my mind thought back to the dream of him and I. I shook my head, wanting the temptation of crashing my lips on to his to go away. But it wouldn't. I wanted to be more than a friend, and I hoped that he thought about it at least once before too.
"What can I do to ease your mind?" He asked. Without thinking I replied, letting my emotions take over.
"Kiss me." I whispered.
Shawn stayed silent for a moment, almost as if he needed that silence to recall what he had heard.
"What?" He mumbled, looking deeper into my eyes. At least he wasn't looking away from me. I was about to reply, but sighed instead.

I sat up and sat on his lap, straddling him. My trembling hands found their way to his neck. I could see the Adam's apple in his throat bob as he swallowed. His eyes watched mine as I leaned my face closer towards his. He didn't stop me, so I let my lips attach to his. His lips had not moved against mine and just when I took that as a sign to pull away they moved, keeping me there. A smile crept onto my lips through the kiss. I began to wonder if this was another dream of mine, but I was sure that this was reality because this felt different. A weight fell from my shoulders and the pit of my stomach fluttered with butterflies. His lips were so prominent against mine. This was real.

I pulled away from his lips with my eyes closed, slightly scared to face him. What was he going to say?
"You came all the way over here, at this time at night, to kiss me?" Shawn asked, a slight chuckle finishing his sentence.
"No," I replied, opening my eyes. "I came over here to tell you that I've seen you as more than a friend ever since ninth grade."
"You could have told me this tomorrow." He joked, causing me to playfully hit his arm.
"Shawn," I sighed, "I couldn't sleep with the thought on my mind."
Shawn became serious now. He looked into my eyes, searching between them, as if he were looking for something. An emotion? An answer? A way to tell me he wasn't interested without breaking my heart?

Shawn was about to say something but stopped himself, causing my heart to fall to my stomach. He probably doesn't feel the same. Just as I was getting off of his lap he pulled me back down, keeping me there.
"Actually," Shawn mumbled, "you could have told me this earlier."
I looked at him with questioning eyes and he smiled.
"I like you too." He admitted.
"Really?" I mumbled, surprise laced in my voice.
"I was scared that if I told you how I felt you wouldn't feel the same." He said, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
"So was I." I admitted, grabbing his hand from my face and holding on to it.

"So what now?" I asked. Shawn chuckled and placed a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm going to go back to sleep," he laughed, "How about we talk more about this tomorrow?" He asked. I nodded my head in response. I got off of his lap and stood up from his bed.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" I asked. Shawn nodded his head.
Just as I was about to climb out of his bedroom window Shawn called me.
"Y/N." He called, causing me to turn away from the window.
"Come here." He mumbled, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. I did as he asked, and when I got to him he rose to place a kiss on my lips. I smiled through the kiss once again.
"I'll text you tomorrow." He said against my lips before pulling away.
"Okay." I mumbled, before climbing out his window and heading back home.

As I walked back to my house I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything turned out okay. If I never told him how I felt I would have never known how he really felt about me.
I guess, you'll never know what can happen if you don't try.

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