Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

World Cup

I have to, yk. Feel free to change Shawn's team to England if you wish.

Y/N's Point Of View

I was patiently waiting in the locker room's hallway for Shawn and his team to come out. They were playing a match against Uruguay. Not going to lie, last week when they played against Iran it was a nail-biting, hand-shaking, nerve-wracking game. Well, for me at least. He played centre-back and was number eight since he was born on that day.

I leaned against the wall and waited for him to emerge from the rooms along with his team. Five minutes later, he did. And let me tell you him in football attire is quite literally one of the most attractive things ever.

"Hey," he greeted as he stood beside me. They had some time to chill before the game and they either did it in the locker rooms or outside in the hallway.

"Hi," I greeted.

"Excited?" he asked.

"Very," I replied. "You?"

He shrugged. "Ish."

"Who do you think is going to win?"

"Us, because we have the best player," he, cockily, replied.

"Oh, Ronaldo?" I said.

He was opposite us and gave a small chuckle. Shawn's jaw dropped a little when I said that.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I was kidding," I said.

"Mh-hm." He nodded.

"You know I love you," I whispered and he gave a small smile.

"I know. I love you too."

A man, I don't know who he was, called the team to come in and I checked the time on my phone. Ten minutes until the official game started.

"Good luck," I wished to everyone.

They thanked me or sent a smile my way.

I made my way to the place where I was supposed to be sat. My best friend was saving a seat beside her for me. She was an alright football fan. She didn't hate it but she didn't love it. I didn't either before I started dating Shawn but that changed. now, I'm all about it. I don't watch every match on TV but I watch the ones Shawn plays in whether being there or through the TV.

"Let's make a bet," she proposed.

"Alright," I agreed.

"You go," she said.

"I bet Portugal," I told.

She frowned. "Man, I was gonna say them. I bet Uruguay, obviously."

"What's in it for the winner?"

"Shall we bet money?" she asked.

"Sure," I agreed.

"I've got fifty on me," she told.

"I've got one-hundred," I replied.

I didn't even know why.

She smiled and sipped a drink she'd paid for at the entrance of the stadium. I swear to god that the stadium could make noise that awoke the whole of Russia. There's cheering, booing, yelling, shouting, crying. Yes, crying and nobody has won or lost.

The game went on for a good start with Portugal trying to score and then Uruguay. The number of profanities spewing out my mouth was too many. When Uruguay first scored, I yelled so I guess you could call me passionate. A couple of minutes later, Ronaldo passed the ball to Shawn and he passed it to Pepe who passed it to William. Shawn ran up, close to the goal and William passed to Quaresma and he passed to Shawn. He shuffled around with the ball then looked at the goal and ball, the kicked it and without any effort, it made its way into the goal.

How- it was just so effortless.

Before I could even understand what had happened, I was up and cheering as the team jumped on Shawn to celebrate.

One-one.

Yes mate.

The game continued and it was just a ball going back and fourth while a bunch of guys ran on grass. Nobody scored much and I was positive that we would end up tying.

I was wrong.

Uruguay scored and the crowd went crazy.

"Game over," my best friend concluded with a smile as she sipped her drink.

"Boy, I swear," I muttered.

Yep.

Uruguay won.

"Give me your drink," I demanded.

She handed it over happily and I drank it. It wasn't alcoholic but I needed something to drink.

"You're fucking with me," I said.

"Wait... HA YOU OWN ME A HUNDRED!" she yelled so loud that our aisle could have heard.

"Not fair!" I shouted.

"HA THEN YOU SAY THAT PORTUGAL HAS THE BEST PLAYER IN THE WORLD!" she joked.

"What are you going to buy with that money?" I asked.

Not like I actually minded because the money was hers.

She thought for a while. "A Neymar jersey..."

Not surprised.

"Well, I'm going to do that now because they play in a day. I need to be prepared for Brazil winning," she told and stood up. "Meet you outside." She walked to the stairs and exited the stadium.

I went down to the locker rooms to talk to Shawn. He walked out with William behind him.

"Hey," he said when he saw me.

"Oi oi," I greeted. "Good game?"

"More or less. In case you weren't aware we're not in the finals," he told.

"Definitely aware," I replied.

"I swear I could hear your screaming from the pitch," he said.

"It was probably me," I agreed.

"Where's your girl?" he asked.

"She went to buy a Neymar jersey," I told.

"Typical."

"Very."

He smiled and swung an arm over my shoulders as we walked out the stadium.

A/N: quite bad I'm aware. However, I just had to write about the World Cup. Tbh though I watched the full game of Portugal vs Uruguay and oh my god when Portugal lost I almost threw a chair. Keeping in mind I didn't care one bit about football before this World Cup thing began. What the actual footballs? Any ways, the next one will be one of the cutest ones I have written and I may turn it into a fan fiction. After that, I'll make a bunch of ones inspired by the album.