Y/n's pov
I hear soft breathing in my ear. In and out in and out. Shawn. Just the feel of his warm breath on my neck was comforting. I turn around to face him. He was slowly starting to wake up, so I just lay there in his strong warm arms. I've wanted something like this exact moment for so long, that I smile. right there. Shawn opens his eyes and sees me smiling.
"Good morning beautiful. "
I blush and turn away.
"No I'm not." I say.
"Why do you do that y/n?"
"Do what?"
"Like you turn away every time I say you're beautiful or gorgeous. Is it because you don't think you're stunning, because you are."
"I just haven't been called pretty or gorgeous before. By anyone, ever. So to hear you say that makes me feel .....weird, or some kind of funny feeling I've never had before. "
"Y/n, that feeling that you're getting, that's the feeling of being loved." I just sat there in his arms, wondering how I had never been loved in this way before. It made me sad but it also made me happy that Shawn was there to love me no matter what. Then, right there in bed, shawn kisses me. I feel whole when I'm with him, like if we were pulled apart one of us couldn't go on. "So this is what love feels like huh?"
"Yeah, and as long as you're with me, you will never stop getting it."
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Shawn Mendes Imagines *UPDATES ARE SLOW*
FanfictionThese imagines are very sweet and short. They're about your favorite person: Shawn Mendes, the quirky, genuine Canadian boy
