Shawn Mendes - Imagines

Red Carpet [1]

"Are you ready, babe?"
"Nearly... I have to put on my dress."
I hear him coming in the bedroom and in the next moment I feel his hand around my waist.
"I told you not to come in, Shawn!"
"But I think you need help, don't you?"
I turn around and see a cheesy but still adorable smile on his face. This  look gets me every time.
"Ok, you won..."
I try to look sassy. But Shawn always laughs when I do this so I fail every time.  He kisses my forehead before he grabs the black dress. It looks simple but it has some very beautiful details. Shawn bought it for me for today. Today is a very special day. It is my first time to go on a show with Shawn. I always shirked to do this because I felt uncomfortable by the thought of hundreds eyes on me and all those photographers. Shawn wanted me to go with him but I never did up to now.

"You are so beautiful, my angel. There is no point why you have to feel uncomfortable. You will shine brighter than the camera flashes, babe. I do not want to make you feel constrained to do this but you would make me feel a hundred times better while walking on the red carpet. I feel so incomplete without you by my side."
"I am going to show you up. I never did that, Shawn. I do not know how to pose or something like this."
"Y/N, if it is that what makes you feel awkward... I show you. We can ask Josiah whether he takes a few photos of us posing and maybe the others can pretend to be the crowd. That is not a big thing. I would do anything for you, babe."
He gently strokes my cheek which is full of tears. Those slow movements give me control and the power which I really need right now. He watches me deep in my eyes with his gorgeous brown eyes. They are danger to me because I get lost in them every time. But I can not stop myself. They are just too beautiful. They have this calming aspect I have never seen in anyone's eyes before. I want him to be happy.
"Is this a deal?"
He places a soft kiss on my forehead and I grab his wrist with my hands. Our foreheads touch each other. There is this magical thing between us which makes me feel good where ever I am and what ever happens. And he can change my mind with a few words.
"A perfect one, babe. I love you."
"I love you, Y/N."

Shawn helps me to get into the dress. I get goose pumps by every touch. I do not care about the fact that we are together for nearly a year and people say that the big love phase is over then. For me it is not. I love him like I loved him at the first day. His hands slowly wander over my back and finally zip up the dress.
"Turn around, beautiful."
I turn around and look straight in his eyes. They illuminate in this moment and he has a big smile in his face.
"Do you like it? Do I look good?"
"Good?! You look absolutely stunning, baby!"
He comes to me and lays his hands on my waist. He knows what he does to me when he touches me like this.
"Thank you."
Our lips meet each other. We give us a soft and long kiss. It is not sexual, it is just wonderful. There is no better way to express our feelings for each other. I go with my hands through his curly hair. It is this time when he should cut his hair but that is my favourite time. He looks so cute with this long hair.
"I also want to see me."
I walk to the big mirror in our bedroom which stands at the wall next to the door. I hesitate while looking at me because I am not that type of girl who is always dressed up like this. I see Shawn keeps staring at me, so I smile to him through the mirror.
"Wow."
That is the only thing he says.
"The guys will be jealous at me, baby."
"I am all yours. Do not worry.''