shawn mendes imagines

She loves me not

"What if they don't like me?" You break the silence of movie night with the question you've asked about a million times. "What if- What if they think I just wanna be with you for the fame or the money or the exposure or-or I don't know! What are people in a relationship for if they don't love each other?"

"Well, we wouldn't know. Because we love each other, remember?" Shawn asked calmly, a smirk on his face.
He found the whole situation hilarious because his family was not only gonna like you, they were gonna love you.

"Oh, right, right. We love each other. Sorry, forgot for a second there." You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance.
"y/n, just calm down. They are going to love you." He smiled, bringing you closer to him and kissing the top of your head.

"You think so?" You whispered into his chest.
"Baby, I know so."

"That was so fucking cheesy." You giggled softly.
"But you like cheese!" He retaliated.
"I never said I didn't babe."

"y/n? You ready?" Shawn asked from the living room.

"Just gimme a minute!" You yelled back.
You were struggling with what to wear, and you were struggling badly.

Whatever you put on either looked too professional, too casual, or down right disgusting. You considered wearing one of Shawn's hoodies but that proved to be a terrible idea. The damn thing ended at your knees and was six sizes too big.

"y/n? You alright in there? Need any help?" Shawn asked, this time at the door.

You contemplated just telling him you were fine, but you knew you needed his help.

"I kinda need your help in here." You said, only loud enough for him to hear.

Shawn walked in and snorted at the sight of you. His snort then turned into full blown laughter.

"What are you wearing?" He wheezed through fits of laughter.

"Stop laughing at me! I am dying here!" You whined, half joking.

"Clearly." He chuckled. "Clothes aren't usually a problem for you? What's wrong this time?" He asked, walking closer to further examine the damage.

"Your parents are the problem. If I wear that blazer outfit, it looks like I'm going over there to sell a car. If I wear a t-shirt or whatever, it looks like I'm headed over there to have a beer and watch the game. If you can't tell, I want neither of those things!" You exclaimed.

"Alright, alright I've got an idea." Shawn mumbled, looking at the closet.

He pulled out a gray cotton t-shirt from your side of the closet and a red plaid shirt from his side.
"Here, wear these. Where are the- Oh, you're wearing the black jeans? Yeah, that's good. That's perfect."

"Are you sure?" You looked at him questionably.

"Absolutely. You'll look gorgeous. Like you always do."

"Shawn! It's been so long!" His mother squealed as she opened the door and pulled her son in a tight hug, his father standing behind her.
Once Karen released him, he turned to his father. Manny looked like a tough guy when you first looked at him. But once he made eye contact with Shawn, all of that melted away.

"What? Now that you're a rock star you're too good for us? You never come around like you used to." Manny said, ruffling his son's hair.

"I've been kinda busy tryna woo this girl I like." He shrugged sheepishly.
"Would it perhaps be the girl standing at our front door?" Karen raised an eyebrow at him playfully.

"Seeing as he brought her here, Karen, I'm hoping she is." Manny chuckled.
Shawn slightly pulled you out from behind him and towards his parents. "y/n, these are my parents. Parents, this is my y/n."