shawn mendes imagines

imagine #3.2 | aftertaste pt. 2 *requested* ☆

Y/L/N/= your last name
song for the chapter: this is what it takes by shawn mendes
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1 year later

Well Shawn was coming back from tour today, and my parents were forcing me to go dinner with them and the Mendes' tonight.

I put on some foundation and a few coats of mascara.

"Y/N!" my mom called.

"Almost ready!" I huffed back.

I slipped on some black leggings, a sweatshirt of my boyfriend's, and some basic brown uggs.

Quickly I brushed my long, brown, curly hair and let it fall in waves.

I ran down the stairs to see my mom in a white, floral printed dress.

She looked at me disapprovingly, shaking her head no.

"Your not wearing that! Go change into a dress." She said.

I groaned and ran back up the stairs.

I slipped on my favorite dress quickly then ran back down the stairs, out of breath.

Wow, I should really work out more.

"Thank you." my mom mumbled before leaving to get into the car along with my dad.

I grabbed your phone and followed them.
***

"Right this way. Their seated back here." The hostess grinned.

She led us to the back of the restaurant titled "Lemon Grass."

Sitting at a long table, was my old best friend Shawn Mendes, along with his family.

He wore a black long sleeve shirt with a few buttons on the top, some black jeans and Romeos on.

Dang, his style has changed.

His hair was fluffed to perfection.

He wasn't the same kid anymore; he traded in his old flannels, vans, and sunglasses for a much more mature look.
But it suited him.

My mom cleared her throat, catching the both of us staring at each other awkwardly.

Next to him was Aaliyah, oh how I'd missed her.

I took a seat in the middle of my mom and Karen.

"So how are you Mrs. And Mr. Y/L/N." Shawn asked politely.

I rolled my eyes.

"Were great Shawn! But we've missed you. Maybe sometime you and Y/N can hang out soon." mom responded.

I mentally face palmed yourself.

"Maybe." Shawn smirked.

"So Shawn how old are you now?" My dad asked clearing his throat.

"18." He grinned.

"Same as Y/N."  dad grinned.

I rolled your eyes, again. Maybe if Shawn hadn't been acting as if nothing happened, and my parents weren't trying to set you two up, you wouldn't be as annoyed.

"Dating anyo-"

I cut my mom off.

"Okay I think that's enough you can stop interrogating him." I said frustrated.

"We weren't interrogating him." mom argued.

I really didn't wanna argue here, so I shut up.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." I excused yourself.

"Uh me too." Shawn gulped.

I looked back and glared at him.

Shawn walked up next to me.

"I'm sorry." He sighed.

"You don't get it, I had to stop being friends with you." He looked down, disappointed.

"You didn't have to." I snapped.

"You don't understand." He murmured.

"No you do-"

"Holy crap. Uh don't look that way." Shawn cut you off.

Of course I didn't listen to him, but I immediately regretted it.

There sat my boyfriend, Ian, in a booth with my best friend, Y/B/N. [your best friends name]

I didn't move; I couldn't. My eyes were glued to them sucking faces.

"No, it can't be." I blinked a couple of times, trying to unsee what I just saw.

"W-why?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry Y/N/N." Shawn comforted. [your nickname]

"Why did it happen to me?" You let a tear fall down your face.

"Do you want me to say something?" Shawn hugged you.

"He's not worth it. He's a stupid boy." You cried.

"I shouldn't even be crying." You nervously laughed.

"It's okay to cry, babe." Shawn soothed.

Babe.

Your heart fluttered like never before.

"I love you Babygirl." Shawn said.

"If you loved me, why'd you leave me?" You asked.

This boy had a lot of explaining to do.

Hey guys! This imagine is for voidunbar bc she wanted a part 2!