Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

You speak another language [THREE VERSIONS]

(A/N: This imagine will be in three different versions. I'm not fluent in any of these languages except for a little French so apologies if I got the translation inaccurate)

Version 1 [French]
You go through your school yearbook, looking back over the days with your friends.

"Hey, baby!" Shawn greets you and sees what you're doing.

"Y/N, is that you?" He grabs the yearbook and sees your graduation portrait. You smile as you look at it as well.

"Yep, and my quote is "Le temps est un grand maître, dit-on, le malheur est qu'il tue ses élèves" [We say that time is a great teacher. It's too bad that it also kills all its students]. You say in fluent French and Shawn looks at you dumbfounded.

"Say that, again babe." He says as he looks at you in amazement.

"Le temps est un grand maître, dit-on, le malheur est qu'il tue ses élèves." You repeat, he tilts his head and sighs in happiness.

"Shawn, are you okay?" You wave your hand in front of him, he looks at you and his grin never fades.

"Shawn? Est-ce que tu vas bien?" You ask him again in French, he sighs again. 

"You sound so sexy when you speak French..." He trails off. You blush. "How come you never told me?"

"I really didn't see it as important to you, since you don't speak French." You reply.

"Well, I'd love to learn from you! French is such a sexy language!" He says, you nod and he cheers.

"So how do I say I love you?"

"Je t'aime." 

"Y/N, je t'aime." He says perfectly, you kiss his cheek.

"Je t'aime aussi, Shawn." You reply as you two share a French kiss.

Version 2 [Italian]
Shawn decided to take you to Italy this summer, and what he doesn't know is that you speak fluent Italian. You grew up here in Italy, and learnt the language since you were very young.

You two have already gone around Rome for 2 hours, and were now lost.

"Um, hehe. I'm sorry, Y/N. We should've brought a map." Shawn admits, you pat his back.

"It's okay. Try asking someone, maybe they know." You reply. He nods and goes to a nearby coffee shop. 

"Excuse me, we're kinda lost and need a little help. Do you know which do we go to find the Colosseum?" He asks politely, but he gets an out-of-topic answer.

"Espresso, Latte or Cappuccino?" 

"No, I'm not here for a coffee. I just wanna find..." He replied, but the cashier told him to take a seat. 

"Guess I'm having a coffee then!" Shawn huffs and takes a seat. A coffee break wouldn't hurt, considering the fact that you two have been searching for The Colosseum for 2 hours straight. 

"Your espresso will be here shortly, and how about for you?" The waitress asks you. Her English was good, but you decided to speak in Italian to remember your childhood.

"Avrò un cappuccino, per favore?" You reply. The waitress was surprised that you speak Italian.

"Sì, certamente!" She says and leaves.

"Grazie!" You say back and see Shawn with his jaw dropped open.

"Um, babe. Is something wrong?"