Shawn Mendes Imagines

182: Crush

•Shawn•

I sat in the car park as I waited for my 15-year-old son, Noah, to finish school. Agitatedly, I took a glance at the time which was as displayed on my phone and let out a groan. Where is this boy?

Andrew: Shawn, Where are you? You have an hour. Be quick.

I quickly typed a reply and placed my phone back into the storage compartment on the centre console of the car. I looked out the window once more in hopes I would see Noah. And I did, except not alone.

A petite, y/h/c came bouncing down the stairs next to him, her hand gripping the straps of her backpack as she fiddled with them. She was very similar to y/n when she was younger; the bright glowing skin, the long silky hair, the perfectly placed features and the bright eyes to match. She was naturally beautiful- like y/n. No wonder Noah was so struck by her- like father, like son.

Noah pointed towards my car and his mouth started to move as he spoke to her. The words seemed to be flying out of his mouth as he anxiously spoke, hardly giving himself the chance to breath. Suddenly, Noah started leaning in towards her causing her to panic and turn her head to the side leaving his lips to plant against her cheek.

"Oh" I shouted in the car as I watch him be denied. He quickly detached his lips from her cheek, muttered something before she nodded and run off towards a group of girls who were watching from a couple of meters away- her cheeks bright.

He sped over to the car and quickly clambered into the passengers side and slinging his backpack into the back seat. Letting out a big exasperated sigh, he pulled his seat belt over his body and turned his head to look out the window- his jaw clenching.

I pulled out of the car park silently with only the radio playing lowly in the background.

"Did you see that?" He finally mentioned.

"Yep."

"Was it bad?" He then turned to look at me.

"Yep."

"Ugh, I made a total fool out of myself." He groaned.

I pulled up at a red light and shifted in my seat to face him. His head was resting against his palm as his elbow supported him.

"Listen, you may or may not believe it but that was your mom and I when we were younger. She was exactly like that girl you were talking to. Beautiful, popular and way out of my league." Noah let out a laugh. "And the amount of times that exact thing happened to me was more than you could count on two hands."

"But I really like her, dad. She's gonna think I'm weird."

"And you think I didn't like your mom?" I questioned. The light quickly changed and I pressed my foot onto the gas. "Look where we are now. If you want to be with her so much, tell her. She probably wants to know how you feel about her besides will probably help with her feelings but give her time. Women like to take their time to make decisions and it shows you care about what she wants and that you respect her and that's important in a relationship. And in the end, if she doesn't like you back then it wasn't meant to be. But that's not the end of the world."

Shortly, we pulled up outside of our house. I left the engine running as I was about to make my way to the studio and Noah jumped out.

"You know, dad, you're pretty cool" he said as he grabbed his bag. I smirked. Of course I'm cool, I'm Shawn Mendes. "Despite what mom says."

My eyes widened as he slammed the door and jogged around the side of the car. I quickly put my window down and shouted "Wait! What did she say?"

I liked this, imagine Shawn as a dad.

"I'm gonna be a good dad."

Anyways, someone requested that I wrote a few imagines about Shawn as a dad so if you have any suggestions on what you want to see let me know😘

Also there probs is typos