Shawn Mendes Imagines

Haircut

"You know, tomorrow I need to get a haircut." Shawn walked through the door to the living room, followed by me. "Noooo!" I whined. "Yes." He chuckled before sitting down onto the couch. "No please! I love your hair like that!" "Well, it's not your decision." I pouted at him, holding out my hand in front of him. Grabbing it gently, he pulled my onto his lap, making me straddle him. I kept pouting at him. "Don't take away the only thing I love!" "Uhum." He cleared his throat, tugging an eyebrow at me. "Excuse me?!" "Yeah?" Shawn narrowed his eyes. "Just kidding, baby. But I really love your hair. And I know that you love me playing with it. So pleeeease." I begged. With admiring eyes I looked at his hair while slowly starting to play with it and running my fingers through it. So soft and curly and ugh! His hair is freaking awesome! He closed his eyes in bliss. "Mhm." He nodded, answering my question. "See? I tell you, if you cut it you'll have to find someone else to play with your hair." Abruptly I stopped and pulled my hand away. Now he was the one pouting. "Really?" I nodded confidently. Shawn's hands wandered from my thighs up to my butt before he pulled me closer to his upper body as I was sitting on his lap. "Do you, really, seriously...want someone else to play with my hair? Are you sure about that?" "Oh hell nah!Okay so that doesn't work. Well, anyways. Please! I think it looks better like that!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my face closer to his. As I was pouting once again, Shawn moved forward and just randomly but only slightly bit my lip. "What was that?" I started laughing as he joined me. "I don't know! You are just so cute when you don't want me to cut my hair." "Cause that happens so often." I chuckled sarcastically. "Screw you!" He said wanting to get up from the couch. I couldn't let that happen so I held onto him tightly. He wrapped his arms around my body and got up anyways. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and kept holding onto his neck. "What now?" I asked confused. "I don't know." Shawn looked at me while he shrugged his shoulders, standing in front of the couch. Laughing I leaned my forehead against his shoulder. "Why are we like this?" I snickered. "Don't have an answer to that either." I captured his lips softly with mine before I jumped off him. "Well, I don't care as long as we're both weird." "Still gonna cut my hair though." I sighed. "You're a mean guy, Mendes. A mean guy." I stated before walking into the kitchen.
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I know this is so boring and awful and I'm sorry. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!