Today was the day of my 8th date with Shawn. It was night actually, and I was holding his hand while staring at the fireworks. Why, shall you ask am I on an 8th date with Shawn Mendes? Well, it's our favourite number, representing infinity. And also, why not.
As he was holding my hand, and moving his thumb up and down my thumb, he turned to me.
I looked over him. 'Y/N, I am in love with you.' He took my head in his hands and passionately kissed me. I love the number eight. 'And, eight is our infinity, it's our always.' I chuckled, I couldn't wait to propose to him tomorrow. Too soon, I didn't think so.
A/N: hey I'm sorry this chapter was so bad! I'm running out of ideas! You can request! Just remember to put your name, personality, and what you want to happen! Thank you!
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
Fanfiction[R E Q U E S T S N O W O P E N] ~His brown eyes met my gaze, pressuring me not to fall. His smile greeted my nervous one, making me feel like I'd just landed on the moon~ Credits to JaneConquestBackup for the cover
