Shawn Mendes Imagines

Prom - finale (Your POV)

Imagine:

I turn around and gasp a little as I see Shawn. I get up from the bench I'm sat on in the courtyard of the hotel. I wipe my cheeks dry and make my way over to Shawn. He stands effortlessly cool as always, leaning against a tree. I catch his face light up and he seems a bit dazed, and I blush a little, but when I look back up his face is serious, so I try to hide my mistake. Will Shawn ever forgive me? I don't think he will.

"I know this is gonna sound childish," I start, "but you standing there reminds me of High School Musical 3 where-"

"Troy meets Gabriella again," Shawn finishes.

He takes out a small and delicate corsage, consisting of pastel pink carnations and miniature golden roses. He takes my hand gently and slips it on my wrist.

"A perfect fit," he whispers. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight Y/n?"

I nod my head and straighten his tie. "You look handsome," I say. I tried not to reference the film, but it didn't work. Besides, it's true. Shawn looks amazing.

"Thanks, but look at you," he whispers. "You always take my breath away, but tonight you look really stunning."

I feel butterflies in my stomach as I look up at Shawn. "Not even Sam complimented me," I say sadly.

He shakes his head. "Forget him. Let's start over, from after we ate our meals."

His eyes smile at me, his face glowing from the lanterns that hang around the courtyard. "Can I have this dance?" he asks, offering me his hand.

I giggle and slide my hand in his. From somewhere, the reprise version of 'Can I have this dance' starts to play and Shawn begins to sing.

"Take my hand, I'll take the lead..." he pulls me close into him, our faces almost touching.

"And every turn, will be safe with me..." He takes my hand up high and twirls me around slowly, my gown spreading out at my ankles.

His hands rests gently on my waist as I place my arms around his neck. "Don't be afraid, afraid to fall// You know I'll catch you through it all..." his voice is slow and beautiful, like a real Angel singing.

The music continues to play softly in the background as we slow dance.

"Since the day I met you Y/n, I knew you were the one for me. Day after day, I loved hanging out with you, and I was falling in love with you too. Your pretty eyes, how your hair flies in the wind, your laugh. And your smile. Your beautiful god damn smile." He pinches my cheek lightly, trying to make me smile, which worked.

"I only wanted you and no one else. So when Sam and other guys started talking to you, I got jealous, but I also knew they weren't good enough for you like I was. Which is why I tried to convince you. I mean, most of the time I was right," he says, chuckling. "I've waited so long to tell you this Y/n. I love you."

I feel my heart trying to take control as it beats faster and faster. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?"

"I was afraid. I've always been afraid to tell you how I feel, and I got scared that you wouldn't take me if I asked you."

"Are you afraid to ask me now?"

He looks towards the ground and blushes a little. I smile and lift his head back up with my hand.

"Ask me," I whisper.

He clears his throat and looks me in the eyes. "Y/n, will you be mine?"

I smile. "I thought you'd never ask, I'd love to."

Shawn starts to grin and twirls me around again. I laugh and continue doing so after he stops, the world around me spinning.

"Woah, careful there," Shawn says quietly.

He catches hold of me and I steady myself in his arms. He helps me up and we walk over to the water fountain, perching on the edge. I sit close to Shawn as the cold night winds start to rush over my bare arms. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. My skin embraces his warmth and I can smell his perfume. I rest my head on his shoulder and we look up to the sky.

"11:11, make a wish." Shawn says.

I close my eyes and wish for something. I lift my eyes open to Shawn murmuring something under his breath, his lips only just making movements. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.

"What did you wish for?" I ask.

He smirks and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "It won't come true if I tell."

I smile and glance at his lips as they stretch into a smile and show his perfect teeth. "Okay, but I think mine is coming true."

Shawn leans in, his hands cupped around my face. Our lips unite and I feel like time has stopped for this exact moment. My blood starts to rush and I feel a warmth spreading around my body, which stops as Shawn pulls away. I slip my hand in his and rest my head on his shoulder again.

"Tonight was wonderful... the last part with you," I whisper.

"I'm happy to have you back Y/n, and even happier that you're mine."

I squeeze his hand and realise that dreams and wishes do come true.