Shawn Mendes Imagines

Movie Night - Part 2

Imagine:

Shawn takes my hand and we crawl into the den, the flat screen TV facing us. There's popcorn and drinks on one side with two bean bags and a duvet by the back of the sofa.

"You've got this perfect Shawn," I repeat and give him a quick hug. "How long did it take you to set up?"

He laughs and runs his hand through his hair. "Um... a few hours? The broomsticks kept falling over and some sheets were too heavy..."

"Aww Shawn. You're such a cutie."

He smirks at me. "Thanks, but I think you're the cute one."

I roll my eyes and blush. "What film are we watching?"

"Is that even a question? I thought Harry Potter," he says whilst looking away.

"Expelliarmus!" We both shout and point at each other in unison, but Shawn finishes his cast before I do. He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose and winks at me. "Maybe next time Y/n, but we both know I'm never beaten at anything related with Harry Potter."

He shuffles forward to insert a DVD into the player and the film starts.

The film begins to play and I realise it's my least favourite one - The Prisoner of Azkaban. I gulp as I try to mentally prepare myself for some of the scary scenes, which is mostly with the dementors. I shiver a little as I think of their ghostly figures and their mouths.

"Aww, is my baby scared already?" Shawn teases.

"You know how much I hate this film... plus, I thought we'd watch something more uplifting? Something to cheer me up?"

Shawn frowns and sighs. "You're right, maybe it wasn't the best choice of film. I just thought, 'cause you'll get scared, I can protect you and be that kind of boyfriend, but I didn't really think-"

"No Shawn, it's my fault. It's me again. See what I mean? I can't do anything properly without my emotions taking over and..."

I breathe in and out slowly to calm myself down again as Shawn hugs me from the side. "I'm here okay? We can watch something else if you want to. Like Disney?"

I give a small smile at him. "No, it's fine. We can watch at cuddle, and I'll cover my eyes at the dementor scenes."

Just as I spoke, the train scene starts, the ice spreading on all windows. I snuggle my head into Shawn's arm as a dementor slips inside the train carriage and starts to feed on Harry. I look up and watch Shawn looking intently at the TV screen, intrigued as always. I laugh lightly and close my eyes, thinking. Is that what depression is? Like the dementors, sucking out the happiness until nothing is left but a dark, emotionless state of being? Because I feel that sometimes. I open my eyes again and see Shawn. He's my boyfriend, my best friend, but above all my everything. What I have now can be cured; it can be fought against like those black scary things in the film. He's the only thing left in me when everything else has vanished. Shawn is my happiness that can't be taken away, and never will be no matter what.