Shawn Mendes Imagines

114: Clean Up

Y/N's POV:

"I would kill for some cookies right now." I complain, scrolling through my phone. Shawn stands from the couch and extends his hand to me.

"Come on, we'll go bake some." He says. I smirk and take his hand. He gently pulls me up and leads me to the kitchen.

"We can make my grandmother's recipe. We'll need flour, sugar, milk, eggs, and baking soda." I tick the ingredients off on my fingers as I list them.

"Way ahead of you." He slams the package of flour onto the counter, flour going everywhere. I throw my head back in laughter, then scoop some of the flour up, tossing it in his direction. "Oh snap, you're going to have to clean that up." He teases.

"No way, Mendes, you made the mess first." I dust my hands together over the trash can as he grabs the baking soda out of the pantry along with the sugar.

I take a bowl from a cabinet and measure out the dry ingredients. As I'm mixing them together with a whisk, Shawn places his hands over my eyes.

"Guess who?" He asks.

"Um, I have no idea." I giggle. He removes his hands and I turn back to look at him. Suddenly, he doubles over in laughter. I furrow my brows in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"Go look in the mirror." He gasps between laughs. I walk over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see flour in the shape of Shawn's hands printed over my eyes.

I bust out into laughter and walk back into the kitchen just as Shawn runs his fingers along his cheeks, streaks of flour appearing where his fingers were.

"Alright, now you definitely have to clean up."

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A/N

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