Shawn Mendes Imagines

You're

"You spelled it wrong Shawn," I said looking down at the misspelled word written on the wedding invitation.

"That's how you spell your." Shawn argued as he used his index finger to point out the word.

"No it's now Shawn." I said shaking my head.

"Y," he started to spell it out letter by letter. "O, u, r."

"No it's," I took the invitation from his large hands, "Y, o, u, apostrophe, r, e." I said knowing I was right.

"It's you're invited, not your invited." I said smirking knowing I had proven him wrong once again.

"I'm going to be right one of these days, and when I am," He looked up from the white card and smiled, "I'm gonna make sure you know."

I laughed and inched closer to his face, "but until then," my lips barely touched his, "I'm going to make sure you know I'm right." I turned away from his face and looked back down at the hundreds of invitations that needed to be redone.

Shawn got up from the wooden chair and started to walk away, "I'm going to get you back." He said loudly as he walked out of the room.

I laughed and said, "Shawn?" He turned around and looked at me confused.

"You're name is spelled S,h,a,w,n," I smiled knowing I got him again, "not s, e, a, n."

"This isn't over y/n." He said before walking out of the room. I laughed and shook my head wondering why I was marrying that dork.