Shawn Mendes Smut

Best friends

[11/3/20] here's a treat because I voted today and hopefully whoever is eligible to did as well!

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The clouds covered the sun that was happily shining down on the city of Toronto, trying it's best to melt the cold, icy snow and bring a hint of warmth. your phone buzzed in the back pocket of your jeans, causing you to turn your attention from the movie playing in front of you, leaning up to grab it from the back pocket.

Your lock screen lit up with a picture of you and your best friend, shawn. The picture was taken by a stranger at the same ice rink you went to one night, the same stranger called you two a "perfect match" which led you both to explain to the kind soul that you were only friends.

You slid the notification to the right, unlocking your phone as you read the iMessage:

shawn💚: buzz me up? x

y/n: nah i'll let you freeze xoxo

shawn💚: thats rude smh

You chuckled before tossing your phone onto the couch cushion, walking over to the buzzer that sat on the wall, pressing the button before unlocking the door, knowing he'd be cold and rush into your apartment.

Shortly after, your door opened and you spotted a mess of curly brown hair. He shut the door behind him, turning the lock like you usually do. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. This is when you catch your first look at him, his shirt was ripped down the front and the black jeans that sat nicely on his hips made you swallow thickly. you had no idea, but the way he looked, wild curls, neck exposed more than usual, made your skin hot.

"What the hell happened to your shirt?" you asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch. his chocolate brown eyes met yours, pupils large before he looked down at the tear in his shirt.

"I was trying to stretch the neck a bit, and it just ripped. it's kinda cool tho, eh?" he asked, eyes flicking back to yours. you nodded, breathing in sharply.

"Yeah," you nodded,"looks like you got into a fight."

"And chics dig that, right?" he asked, an eyebrow shooting up. you scoffed, a soft smile finding its way to your lips. you hated to admit it, but he was right. He looked extremely attractive like that, the way it exposed the chest hair he had and the necklace that hung loosely around his neck. He looked irresistible, but you couldn't do anything about it. He was your best friend, and only your best friend.

You turned your attention back to the movie playing in front of you, still feeling his eyes on you as you tried to pay no attention to it. When the movie had finished, you looked over at the boy who was busy typing on his phone. He felt your gaze, looking up at you.

"What?" he asked softly, almost too scared to speak up. You shook your head, eyes still locked on his.

"Nothing," you breathed out, voice shaky, "what do you want for dinner?"

he shrugged, "i can order and have it delivered?"

"Sounds good," you said before sitting up,"i'll be back."

He nodded and you got up and walked to the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door. you stared at yourself in the mirror, thoughts whirling through your brain about how stupidly good he looked. you could hear him call and order from your favorite restaurant before you turned on the cold water, leaning down and splashing it onto your face. you sighed, grabbing the towel and wiping your face.

Shawn was your best friend, nothing more.

You turned to the door, unlocking it and opening it, jumping when you met his tall figure.