shawn mendes imagines

I Only Want You

"hey just, just come this way" he mutters and gently takes her hand pulling her deeper into the party. She smiles but repels, standing back and pulling away.

"I'll be right here" she reassures nodding for him to walk away from her. He's not done trying, he might be soon though. She just doesn't understand that to him, she's the only star in the room. She feels self-conscious because Hailee Steinfeld is just over there looking like she's carved from gold and apparently Niall Horan is here. She might faint if she sees Niall Horan.

Standing in the corner of the room is not new to y/n, a signature move of hers in fact. She started to grow out of it but, you see, her boyfriend is a millionaire pop star. So here she stands, a university student from Toronto in a room surrounded by beautiful success stories. Sipping her drink, biting her lip at an after party for an award show she didn't even attend.

She watches as Shawn walks away after he shrugs. His efforts are noteworthy but meeting famous friends is as intimidating as it sounds. Shawn's one thing, Pharrell Williams is another. These are not her friends, not her boyfriend, massive icons, its not as easy as just "coming this way" like he suggests.

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"I'm having none of this" he whispers into her ear as he presses a palm to the small of her back. He's left her 15 minutes since his last effort to get her to join in and this time he refuses to let her be.

"ooh no no Shawn, really, I'm nervous" she winces but his movement remains as strong and as fluid as ever. She gets pushed further into the brightly lit party.

"you got this, babe" he grins passing her a fresh drink and her forehead finds itself pressed to his chest as he strokes the back of her head. Surrounded by all these stunning looking people, an introverts' nightmare. Her damn nightmare.

"don't just stand in the corner by yourself, it not that bad, really" he says clinking glasses with her and they both drink, the sour taste matching her sour feelings. hard to swallow, crippling insecurities.

"I'm just intimidated, hun" she says looking up at him. She gets a better angle of Hailee Steinfeld here and she's as perfect as she is in picture, that's for certain.

"you look beautiful" he says like he's asking a question almost like that would sooth her. It does a bit, not enough though, her breathing is still not sufficient.

"Shawn Mendes! Pal!" a voice sounds from behind y/n and Shawn eyes light up smiling and reaching a hand out to whoever addressed him. 1 2 3 and Justin Timberlake is standing next to y/n.

"how's things?" Justin asks. "oh, hey there" he looks upon y/n and kisses her cheek into a fairly awkward half hug. She's too in shock to properly touch Justin Timberlake.

"I'm good I'm good, this is y/n" Shawn looks upon his frightened girlfriend, smiling none the less.

"hello. Justin Timberlake" she smiles takes a large gulp of whatever is in that glass. This is why she sticks to the corner.

They talk for a minute, cracking jokes apparently but she keeps swigging, stomach knotted and sweat layering as her anxiety rises. All these emotions finding their way to her and legends surrounding her. She's spotted Elton john, Camila Cabello and Zayn Malik so far. "Thank goodness I haven't seen Niall" she thinks to herself, if she did she'd cry, or scream, definitely both. How does all this talent fit into one room? Under one roof. If out of place was a pair of shoes, y/n would be walking in them.

"yo!" another male voice appears and all of a sudden Khalid joins Shawn and Justin in this apparent circle of four. They exchange hugs, do the male half shoulder hugging thing with each other.

"y/n, nice meeting you" Khalid says and the sound of her name snaps her out of the trance she is stuck in. Khalid knows her name apparently.

"h-hey there" she whines as he hugs her.

More chatting and more nervous energy leaking from y/ns existence. What are you supposed to say to an artist you adore the work of? She can't compliment his music, can she? Now?

"no way" someone says to y/ns side and she's too in awe of Justin Timberlake and Khalid to even do anything about it. This is all just a bit too much isn't it.

"I'm finally meeting your girl Shawn!" followed by a little giggle.

"Hailee, yeh! This is y/n" Hailee Steinfeld makes a sweet little shriek before tugging y/n into a sincere hug.

"babe I've heard so much" she says pulling away and smiling.

"how's everything guys" she greets the other 3 and y/n melts. The woman herself, the diamond herself.

This now group of 5 start casually conversing as y/n burns behind the eyes. Doing everything wrong. Not standing straight enough, not laughing big enough, not saying enough and when she does its too much. Shaking and internally screaming ready to bolt as far away as she can but she finds herself doing the opposite because Shawn snaked his hand around her waist and pulls her in to his side.

"doing amazing" he whispers before pecking her cheek. She tries to ease just a little, focusing on his hold and his warmth. She turns her head and nausea washes over her body at the tall blonde sight of Taylor Swift.

"I really can't do this" y/n mutters before ripping herself from Shawn and the other 3 and pacing to the bathroom, passing Liam Payne as she does so.

"babe, baby" he gasps following her quickly and into the toilet cubicle.

"I'm not enough Shawn I'm not enough" she begins chanting, leaning over the bathroom sink looking down at the pale white bowl.

"y/n..." he whispers, glad the toilet is empty.
"you are more than enough" he says strong but somehow the words don't reach her.

"you just don't get it right now but I'm going to make sure you get to one day. Its unfair really, that you, a beautiful, talented, gift to this earth stands in the corner away from me. I hate being away from you." She shakes her head, thinking of everything those three must be thinking at her abrupt exit.
"you're perfect and so special and everything I've ever wanted" he moves her body to be parallel with his, linking their fingers and pulling her closer.

"I've only ever wanted you, y/n. fame, famous friends, cars, I don't care." He kisses her forehead. "I only want you" she rests her head on his chest as he gently rocks her, kissing her head occasionally because he knows that calms her.

"just meet my friends okay, please, for me. They like you already I know they do. They know how precious you are, I tell them all the time" she smiles against his shirt.

"you were doing great baby, you really were"
"no I wasn't I could feel it"

"oh shush, lets just go back out there okay, I promise, you're going to be absolutely fine." She nods and kisses him softly before they swing out of the toilet door. She stumbles a little on her exit and hits into a figure in front of her and hears him gasp as her entire body hits into him.

"I'm so sorry I'm sorry I didn't I-" she begins profusely apologising as Shawn beams at them both.

"no problem, love" the man turns and smiles forgivingly.

Fuck
That's Niall Horan.