Shawn Mendes Imagines

86: Honeymoon Avenue

Y/N's POV:

"Do you have to do this every time we go to a new hotel?" I giggle, tossing my head back. He grins and pushes the door open with his elbow, leaving the luggage out in the hallway. He carries me over to the king sized bed, gently setting me down and placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, Mrs. Mendes. And it's a tradition. The groom always has to carry his bride across the threshold. And I will do it until we get back to our apartment." He answers. I pull his lips to mine.

"I love you too, Shawn. But this is the fifth hotel. We've still got one more and then the apartment. I'm going to break your back." We rest our foreheads on each other's.

"You couldn't break my back. Do you see this?" He asks, playfully flexing. I smile and place kiss on his jaw.

"Okay, go and get the luggage, Iron Man." I giggle. He places one last kiss on my forehead and opens the hotel room door, dragging both of our massive suitcases into the carpeted room.

Shawn had planned an amazing honeymoon for the two of us. Six different stops over the course of four weeks. First we stopped at a quaint castle in Ireland, then we went to Rome, a tiny island in the Bahamas, and Rio de Janeiro. Now is Hawaii, then to top it off, we'll be going to New York, since I've never been.

"Alright, sweetheart. I know we just got here, but I have a surprise for you." He smiles. I blush and fiddle with the lei that they placed around our necks as we walked in to the hotel.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I giggle.

"So it's dinner time. And I have some amazing dinner reservations."

"You do? Great! I'm starving." I rub my empty stomach.

"C'mon then, love." He holds his hand out, and I stand up, intertwining our fingers. He leads me out of the hotel and into the streets which are bathed in the setting sun's last rays. I grin as we approach a cute little shack with the name 'Honeymoon Avenue' across the top.

Shawn and I walk up to the desk in the front, and he tells them we are here for our reservation. The hostess politely smiles and grabs some menus and leads us to the table out on the deck on the back. Our table is literally feet above the crystal clear waters. Shawn and I take a seat as our waiter approaches our wooden table.

"Aloha, and welcome to Honeymoon Avenue."

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A/N:

Lol what even is this? Okay, but imagine going on a honeymoon with Shawn... *dies a little inside*

QOTD: How are you doing? Really.

AORD: I'm okay. I'm just hanging on. Life's rough, you know?