Shawn Mendes: The Album

Track 01 - In My Blood

Pairing: Shawn x Reader
Warnings: angst
A/N: This is my first work since taking a two-year break from writing. Let me know what y'all think!

Shawn was back in his apartment waiting for me to get back from college. We had been in a long-distance relationship. We met at his Denver show during his Illuminate Tour, he reached out for my arm during Roses. Our love story made headlines once they realized Shawn had been sneaking around a mystery girl to most of his shows.

Shawn and I had planned this summer after his tour finished last year, and the first thing that was on our itinerary for Toronto was going to Tim Horton's because it's a must-try when in Canada apparently.

I arrived in Toronto around 6 am and I gave Shawn all of my flight info so he told me to look out for his black Jeep. I was waiting outside the American Airlines terminal for him to pull up.

I called him and after a few short rings he answered, "HELLO BEAUTIFUL!"

"Hey, I already got my bags and I'm just waiting for you, thought I'd let you know," I said looking at shoes.

"I know! You're looking real good right now," he said.

"Oh my gosh stop, I look like actual trash right now," I said.

"Okay, just because you're standing next to one, doesn't make you one," he said. I checked my surroundings and didn't realize there was a trash can near me.

"Where the heck are you Mendes? I can't see you." I said scanning the area for his Jeep.

His Jeep pulled up in front of me and he rolled his window down halfway and yelled, "Get in loser!"

I put my stuff in the backseat of his car and hopped in his passenger seat. He greeted me with a peck on my lips which left me feeling all warm inside.

"So I was thinking, maybe we could go back to my place to drop off your stuff, you can take a nap while I go to the gym, then we could go to Tim's?" he said.

"That works perfectly for me," I said.

***

I woke up in Shawn's bed and I caught a glimpse of his toned back, "Get your ass in bed," I mumbled.

"It sounds like you're trying to take advantage of my body," he says placing his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt.

"How many fans get to say that they got the full Shawn Mendes experience?" I said with a smirk.

"Well when you put it that way," he walked over to his bed and leaned over me, fixing his gaze on me looking at my lips and back to my eyes, I closed my eyes and leaned in a bit, "got it!" he said lowly. His body was no longer hovering over mine, rather, he was putting on his hoodie.

"You're such a tease Mendes."

"Are you coming for coffee? Or am I supposed to sit at Tim's alone and make up a story about what you did at Boulder for the last year?" he asked.

"Give me a minute," I said. I grabbed his maroon Vans hoodie that hung off his headboard and put it on.

He drove us to Tim's but parked a few blocks down, so we could enjoy the 60-degree weather that Toronto had to offer. We walked down the streets hand in hand, talking about the dream I had and we were trying to interpret it.

"Okay but (y/n), you're not hearing me out. If you ever told me that I was the father of your child, I would be beyond ecstatic! Like fuck yeah, I made a tiny person!" he said as we entered Tim's.

"Okay but Shawn, if we were complete strangers who hooked up at a party and I came up to you in a restroom at one of your concert venues, you would be like 'Umm where the fuck is Jake?'" I said.