Shawn Mendes Smut

Kid In Love

Okay, so let's start of with one of the songs I love by Shawn. Also, this will be cute one... just you wait and see.

This is probably gonna be nothing like the song, but it is like the title so ;) have fun.

I'm not checking over this so if there's mistakes point them out, thanks- molly x
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"Shawn." I sighed as I opened up my front door, turning on the light to see his clearly.

He was here. Was he? Was it him?

If it was then he sure has changed since the last time I saw him, since fame became part of his life. It'd been over a year... over a year since my best friend left me in Pickering whilst he began his journey to the top.

I don't want to sound like a bitch. I wasn't a bitch. I was proud of him, his dreams had come true. I just wish when ever I was asked how he was or what he was doing I'd of been able to answer. We hadn't spoken since he left.

"Y/N..." a voice deeper than I remembered said as I looked up the see him looking at me.

"Shawn?" I said again with a small smile as he took a step closer to me, nodding his head.

It's me Y/N, it's me." He smiled, putting his arms around me and pulling me to his chest.

"Your here, why are you here?" I asked, pulling away to look up at him. Defiantly grown.

"I came back to visit my family."

"No, here, why are you here at my house?"

"Well, I wanted to come see my best friend and second family." He said, looking around.

"Shawn, have we travelled back in time?" I laughed. "This is making me feel weird..."

"Apparently not because I've took about 5 photos with random people, just on the wall over here and I'm pretty sure that wasn't happening back then."

"That's what happens when you become one of the hottest pop stars in the world." I sighed.

"Did my best friend just call me hot?"

"You know what I meant Mendes... don't test me." I said, pointing a finger at him.

"So, are you gonna invite me in so I can see your parents?" He smiled.

"There not actually home." I shrugged.

"Can I still come in?"

"I guess so." I laughed, stepping out of the way for him to make his way through the door.

We went straight up to my room, where we'd spent so much time together when we were younger, making up stories and songs.

"Sooooo..." he said, putting his hands into his pockets and laughing awkwardly, I sat on the end of my bed as he closed the door and took off his coat, chucking it on the floor besides us. "How's my best friend been?"

"Funny, it's hard to have a best friend when you hardly speak to them." I spat out, my words getting the best of me, my brain not thinking them over.