(ON HOLD)That One's Mine (Shawn Mendes x reader)

Neighbors

pic above is your house, except it has a pool that you can't see in this picture

Chapter 4

Your pov

I was at home, finishing my homework, when my mom called up the stairs.

"Y/n! Supper!"

I slammed my book closed, and ran down the stairs.

"Alfredo! Yes!" I screamed. (a/n sorry if you don't like alfredo)

I grabbed a plate, and covered it in delicious noodles, and sauce.

After I wolfed down my food, I ran up to my room. I quickly finished my homework, and then ran to my music room. It was full of instruments, a metronome, and some pitch pipes.

I had this little tune stuck in my head, and I had to get it out, somehow.

So I warmed up really quickly, and started to hum the few bars that came into my head. I started to base a song on those notes.

Shawn's pov.

I got home, and started to do my homework. I opened my English book, and y/n's autograph slipped out.

I picked it up, and studied it. I didn't really read the note earlier, so I read it now.

Shawn. Stay cool. Keep singing, and I hope that we become good friends. Text me.
(555)130-88345. Y/n

Short and sweet, that's always good, but I guess it comes easy after 5 years of practice. I read over it.

WAIT A SECOND!

WAIT JUST A SECOND!

She gave me her number! She said to text her!

A cute girl said for me to text her!

So I decided to text her, cause I can.

Shawn: Hey y/n! It's Shawn.

Your pov

My phone dinged. Uhhg. Fans. Always want my attention.

I looked at my phone. Lo and Behold. IT WASN'T A FAN TAGGING ME ON TWITTER! It was Shawn. I quickly added a contact on my phone for him, and answered.

Me: Hey Shawn!

Shawn: Whatcha doin'

Me: Singing. You?

Shawn: Working on homework :(

Me: Gross. Homework stinks

Shawn: Yeah.

Me: Need help?

Shawn: Definitely.

Me: Then come over to my house. I'll help you

Shawn: Where u live

Me: 146 Maple Court

Shawn: I live really close to you!

Me: How close?

Shawn: Go on your back balcony

So I put my phone in my pocket, and ran to the balcony. When I arrived, I looked out, and saw nothing.

Me: Now what

Shawn: look at the patio of the house behind yours

I looked, and OH MY GOD! HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME!

Shawn was waving up at me.

SHAWN PETER RAUL MENDES IS MY NEIGHBOR!?!?!?!

How did I not know this before now?

I raised one finger, signaling him to wait for a second.

I ran inside, slammed the door and had a heart attack.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" I screamed.

"What's wrong y/n?" My mom asked.

"SHAWN MENDES IS MY NEIGHBOR!!!!!!!!!!"

"Who's Shaw Meds?" Mom asked, confused.

"SHAWN MENDES IS AN AMAZING SINGER, AND HE'S OUR NEIGHBOR!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" I squealed.

My mom backed out slowly.

I calmed myself down, and checked back outside. There he was. Staring up at me. With those calming brown eyes, and his soft sweet smile. His smile was so subtle. So perfect. So real.

Hold your horses!

I can't think about him like that. He's my neighbor! Plus, I practically just met him!

I ran down stairs.

"Dad! Can a world famous singer and songwriter I met at school who just happens to be our neighbor come over so I can help him with his homework?"

My dad laughed, he was super easy-going so I knew he would say yes.

"Sure. I'm glad your making friends!"

I smiled, and walked into the backyard. I opened the gate between Shawn's backyard and mine.

Shawn walked in, wearing a grin.

"Wow. I can't believe your house is this big!" He said.

"Yeah. My parents bought it with some of the money I earned from my first acting job."

We sat down on some nice chairs on the patio, and Shawn brought out his English, and showed me what he was having trouble on.

I started to help him.

Little did we know, someone was watching us, smiling.