Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

Nervous

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Y/N's Point Of View

"Ooh, it's Shawn again," Jessica whispered with her head down.

Looking up, she caught my eye, and smiled. She looked behind me to the entrance. I, myself, spun around slowly and sure enough there stood Shawn by the door. A branded denim jacket and his signature skinny jeans. He and I met eyes and I could see the redness on his cheeks appearing. Shawn was blushing. I turned back around and picked up my coffee.

"Hmm," Jessica hummed. "You're smiling," she added.

"Is it obvious?" I asked.

She vigorously nodded her head. "Very."

"I can't stop smiling, Jess!" I whisper/yelled at her.

She giggled. "Okay, okay! Um... what do you call a depressed coffee?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to see how this would help. "I don't know."

"A depresso."

She and I both laughed but too loudly to disturb the peace in the cafe. Suddenly, her phone began to ring and she picked it up immediately.

"Yeah. - Yeah. - Okay, yeah. - Ten minutes. - Yeah. - Cool. - Yeah, see you then." She hung up. "I'm so sorry but my sister needs me. She's in need of some 'lady stuff' so I have to get it for her. I'll meet you here next week."

I nodded.

"Bye bye." She gave me a hug. "Love you and try to talk to the guy," she whispered that last part in my ear.

I giggled and she walked out of the cafeteria. As I finished my coffee, I felt a shadow above me so I looked up.

"Hey, could I sit here?" Shawn pointed to the seat.

I nodded. "Of course, yeah."

He took his seat and I sensed his hands shaking. Very subtlely but I could tell he was nervous.

***

"That's what I told her!" I laughed.

"No way!"

"Mhhm." I nodded my head.

Three coffees later, Shawn and I had gotten to know each other a little better. In fact, we'd shared numbers with each other and he was an alright guy to talk to. I checked the time on my watch and looked back at him.

"I've got to go home. I need some work that needs to be completed," I told him.

"I'll walk you home," he offered.

"No, no. It's alright. You're probably busy. You don't have to," I refused even though I wanted him to definitely come with me.

"Nah. I have the day off," he told.

"In that case, I won't say no." I smiled, grabbing my bag from beside me.

I slid out from my seat and he did the same. I grabbed my cardboard cup and chucked it in the bin on the way out. He held the front door open for me and we walked back to my apartment together. It wasn't a long walk, roughly twenty minutes, and in the meantime, Shawn and I spoke more to each other as it was raining.

"So, how's tour going?" I asked.

"The festival run is going great. I've always wanted to do it and now that's happened along with MSG. Man, that was almost two years ago..." he said.

"I remember seeing you in it for the first time. It was over a girl's shoulder while I was on a bus to town," I told. "Not very adventurous but whatever. You looked like an innocent little boy then."

"I was eighteen."

"You looked cute," I said.

"You saying I'm not cute now?"

"No, I'm saying you aren't as cute anymore," I answered.

"Wow..." He smiled.

We arrived to my apartment and took the elevator since I lived on the fifth floor. We got to my door and I stepped inside, hoping that Shawn would come in but he didn't. I caught him staring in my eyes before I spoke.

"Come in," I said.

He came in.

"Take your shoes off and make yourself at home. Take a shower if you wish. I'll be back soon- oh, before I go. Do you want a drink? Or anything to eat?"

He shook his head as he removed his Chelsea boots. "No, thanks."

I nodded and ran up the stairs into my room and changed into something more comfortable. Jeans aren't really that comfortable for at home. As I was about to walk out, Shawn stood in my doorway shirtless.

I gulped and gripped the shirt in my hands so hard that if I had longer nails I could rip it.

"Uhm, my shirt's wet so." He gave me a cheeky smile.

"Yeah." Was all I said.

He stepped closer to me and broke most of the space between us. "I'm going to take a shower," he whispered to me.

I nodded and he walked off with a smirk. I sat on my bed, cross-legged and waited for him. Five minutes later, he walked out with only a towel wrapped around his torso.

Is he thinking what I'm thinking?

I think so.

In that case...

I slid off the bed and walked up to him. "If you want me. You could have said so," I whispered to him as my lips connected with his bare skin on his neck.

A/N: Shawn's like a foot taller than me so imagine that. Amazing. Also, eNgLaNd lost the World Cup OhMySaM. Well, it's okay. They'll have a shot in two years again. Also also, I'll be doing album inspired imagines until I've completed the album. Enjoy. But send requests and I'll do them after I've finished.