Shawn Mendes Imagines

183: Crush pt. 2

Requested from the previous Imagine. Also, this is similar to chapter 169.

I stepped out of the bath and wrapped the warm towel around my body before making my way into mine and Shawn's bedroom. I quickly dried off and started to moisturise my freshly shaved legs. Halfway through my left leg, there was a timid knock on the door.

"Yeah?" I called.

"Mom, can I come in?" Noah's voice rang from the other side of the door.

"Yeah." Suddenly, Noah burst through the door holding two shirts in either of his hands- both extremely creased from being shoved inside of his drawers.

"Help." He cried out. "I don't know which one to wear."

"What?" I laughed and wiped the excess moisturiser off my hands. "Since when did you care what you looked like when you went out with friends- oh my god! You're going out with a girl!" I exclaimed and his cheeks flushed a bright pink shade.

Noah was extremely similar to Shawn when he was 15. His curly, brown locks fell flat against his forehead- similar to Shawn's, his brown eyes glimmered constantly, in any lighting- similar to Shawn's and his cheeks were always flushed a light pink colour- also like Shawn. He was basically a younger version Shawn and it didn't help that he was nearly 6ft.

"Oh my baby is going on a date." I cooed as I headed in his direction. His eyes widened as I pulled him into me, crushing his tall stature into my shorter one.

"This I told dad instead." He mumbled.

I pushed him away. "You told your dad before you told me!"

"Yes, but only because I knew you would act like this." He groaned. "We're just hanging out, that's all."

"No, I don't believe you. You can never just 'hang out' especially with a girl you're clearly interested in." I laughed. "Come, tell me about her."

"I have to get ready."

"You have plenty of time. Now sit." His feet dragged along the carpeted floor and  sat besides me on the freshly made double bed.

"Well, dad said she's a lot like you when you were younger."

"At least you have good taste." I smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"She has this gorgeous y/c/h hair, that just rests on her shoulders and down her back and it's always so perfect, there's never a strand out of place. And her eyes, they're so bright and wide, and every time you look into them they change to a different shade of y/e/c- oh and her smile. Oh my god! She has the most beautiful smile. It could light up a whole room and it's so contagious- that contagious that even when I'm in a bad mood and I see her smile it makes me feel better. It makes me smile and-" he looks over at me and his cheeks flare up into the right red flame again after he realises he had just emptied his guts out to his mom.

"You really like her don't you?"

"Yeah." He nodded timidly. "I do."

I sent him a smile and placed my hand onto his knee. He looked at it before lifting his gaze and smiling at me before pulling me into a hug.

"I don't know where to take her." He said as he fiddled with his fingers and pulled away. He was nervous, I could sense it; call it my motherly instincts.

"Go for something to eat. Find out what food she likes and then take a walk along the beach. You'll get to know her better, and you'll probably learn things about her no one else knows."

"But I'm scared." He sighed. "What if she doesn't like me?"

"I'm sure your dad has told you this, you know since you told him first." I scoffed playfully. "But if she doesn't like you then she's missing out. You're such an amazing young man and if it doesn't work out then you're not meant to be. There's no point fighting a fight which you will never win because then you'll miss every opportunity that presents itself to you because you're too busy fighting for something that isn't worth it."

He nodded and there was a silence.

Not a tense silence but a comfortable one. A silence which allowed me to take a moment to appreciate my son, to think about the wonderful person he was becoming and to appreciate the time I have with him. He's growing up, he's meeting new people and he's testing out the waters of things he has never done before. And soon, it will all disappear. I won't be the only woman in his life- there will be another; someone who he will want to spend the rest of his life with, someone who will be there for him even when I'm gone. Someone to give him the love that mothers just cannot give their sons.

And then another- a younger version of the first. A daughter who he will see the world in, his main priority. A daughter who he will protect till his very last breath and a daughter who he will love for forever and a day.

"I love you, mom." He said again, wrapping his arms tightly around me and burying his head into the crook of my neck.

"I love you too, honey." I whispered.

"Thank you, a lot of my friends can't speak to their mom about stuff like this but I feel like you'll always be there to listen to me if I need you too."

"You know I'll always support you." He sent me another smile and picked up the two shirts he had in his hands. "Oh, and wear the white one. You Mendes boys look good in white."

"We sure do!" Shawn called from his office across the hall. Noah sent me a quick nod and ran to his room.

"Oh and Noah" he peaked his head around the corner. "Iron your shirt for the love of god!"

I actually tested up a little writing this, I can't wait to be a mum! Also this was hella long!!!!!!!