It's your birthday, and after a long day at school/work (whatever you do) you come home to its luxury. No place I'd rather be than here. You think to yourself. The constant worries of your day start to wash away, and the excitement to see your parents fills the air. You unplug your earphones, the Shawn Mendes music coming to an end.
You unlock the door, closing it and locking it. The warm weather was perfect, the sun kissing your skin and the air not too windy. Just the way you liked it.
'Y/N!' Your parents called out to you. 'We have a present!' You got excited. Who doesn't love presents?
'Oh my thanks guys!' You went over to them and hugged them.
'No, Y/N,' your father said, 'go to the kitchen. There's pizza!' You hurried to the kitchen, but there was something way more important than pizza there.
Standing in your kitchen, it was Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. Holding pizza. With a smile on his face. 'Cheese, or supreme?'
YOU ARE READING
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
