Shawn Mendes Imagines

Prom

(Y/N POV)

I wasn't really a popular person in my school. I'm not popular at all actually.

I have no friends for some odd reason but I don't mind being alone.

I get bullied sometimes, by Josh Peckett, this popular guy in our grade.

It doesn't really affect me that much, I usually just take the hateful words he throws my way.

I know I'm suppose to stand up for myself, but who's gonna listen to me?

The girl who has no friends?

But then I finally got noticed.

Shawn Mendes, the sweetest person I know. His smile makes girls melt and the sound of his voice is music to people's ears.

I kind of have a crush on him, but it doesn't matter because he probably doesn't know my existence.

He's never done anything bad to anyone.

At least I don't think so, I know he does smoke and mess around. But that's a very rare thing to hear.

He came up to me at my locker, with a single white rose and asked me to prom.

It was a simple proposal, but it made me erupt in sequels once I got home.

  So now I'm getting ready for this dance. I wasn't planning on going at all because who would I go with?

  But now I have someone and I couldn't be any happier.

I apply my makeup that I mess around with when I'm at home because I don't like to wear makeup to school.

I slip on my dress and put on my shoes. (A/N: picture above.)

My hair is curled and put in a low side bun. I know this kin of a lot, but it's my first and last prom because I'm a senior and I want to enjoy it the best I can.

"Hun, Shawn's here!" My mom shouts, her voice echoing upstairs.

  My stomach tightens as I walk downstairs, to see Shawn in all his glory.

  Sleek black suit with a red tie. My face contorts into confusion because I'm not wearing any red at all.

He probably just didn't have a gold tie.

He looks at me and gives me a lopsided awkward smile, fiddling with the box that is hold my corset.

"Oh my! You look gorgeous honey!" My mom exclaims clasping her hands together and rushing to give me a hug.

I go up to Shawn as he puts the corset on my wrist.

"Wait, take it off and so it again, I need pictures!" My mom rushes, taking her camera and holding the button until she's satisfied.

Twenty minutes later, we finally escape from my mom and her photos.

"It's a good thing we went early, yeah?" I joke.

"Yea." He grins, opening the door of his jeep and helping me in.

A blush arises on my cheeks as I look away from him, hoping he thinks it's just a makeup product.