Shawn Mendes Imagines

love interviews

(You are a famous singer, dancer, and actress.)

I sit cross-legged on the chair backstage, as four girls fumble around with my makeup. I don't understand why I have to look so 'flawless'. I'm selling my voice and my dancing. Not my face. Plus this dress is very very itchy.

Today I was doing an interview with buzz feed. I was the first guest, followed by Nathan Skyes and Shawn Mendes.

I had a bit of a fangirl moment with Nathan because come on he's Nathan Skyes. I also passed Shawn's dressing room but I haven't met him yet.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you're on in 2," a stagehand told me. I nodded telling him I was coming. 

I stood in the wings, while they introduced me. The doors opened and my fans screamed and stood up. I laughed and waved at them before walking over and giving Chelsea(the host) a hug.

The thrill that I go through every time I walk out is something that will never get old.

"Please sit." She said pointing to the love seat. I sat down shooting a smile to my fans. They scream as a reply

"So Y/N, it's been a busy year for you huh, you released your first studio album, Sparks! You have your face plastered on Times Square for your movie with Ian Harding! And you went on a tour with your dance group! Your turning 19 in a month! You must be exhausted." I nodded.

"This year has been crazy for me, I mean in December last year I was just a girl, playing in pubs during my free time and now I'm here! It's insane,"

"Did you get to visit your family a lot?" she asked. I patted down my navy blue dress.

"I saw them occasionally, but probably not as much as I would want to, but my brother and I skype every day,"

We went on chatting about my very busy life until we somehow got into my non-existent love life.

"So you must have all the boys pinning after you I mean, singer, dancer, actress, and your unbelievably gorgeous,"

I blushed and thanked her. My Y/H/C hair curtaining my face. I pushed it aside and grinned.

"Actually no, I haven't had time to think about relationships at all, you know always on the move, it's hard to get close to someone. I'm undeniably in love with the idea of love, but-" I shrugged biting my lip.

"Yeah, last week on twitter, your brother posted this picture of a list you had for your perfect guy." She laughed.

I buried my face in my hands as the picture showed up on the screen behind me. I nodded pursing my lips.

"I wrote that when I was twelve,"I giggled. Reading the list. It was so stupid. I was definitely embarrassed but I was a kid. We all did stupid stuff when we were kids. 

"So has it changed much?" She asked.

"Kind of. I guess."

Where is this going...

1) He has to be sweet.
2) brown hair
3)tall
4)smile
5)He has to like dancing
6) funny
7) He needs to have a mansion
8) buy me a dog
9) has to love Movies
10) not judge me.
11) not allowed out past 11 pm
12) Buy me food

"Well then, what's changed?"

I looked at her, then at the screen.

"Um, definitely numbers...7, 8 and 11." I laughed reading the 11th.

"So he can be allowed past 11 pm? You take risks girl," she commented jokingly.

"So he still has to be tall, brunette, funny," I listed.