Shawn Mendes Imagines

Meet & Greet Gone Wrong

-Warning: Angst, fluff-

-I wrote this a while ago and it's a lot longer than my other ones, I hope you like it!-

"Hi, hunny! How are you?" Shawn asks the girl as she nervously walks over to him.

"Good." She manages to reply as her voice trembles, making Shawn lightly laugh.

"You don't need to be so nervous, it's just me." He tells her with a goofy but comforting grin, pulling her in for a hug.

I watch him take a picture with his fan in absolute adoration. They love him so much, which is something we all have in common. He is so good at making them feel comfortable around him because every single person who comes through the curtain to meet him is more or less balling their eyes out.

I'm actually shocked when one of the last few people comes in. It's another girl who looks around our age. She doesn't cry or break down in any way, she just smirks and walks up to Shawn, pulling him by his waist and squeezing him.

He's startled by her actions but quickly rubs it off. "Wow, okay. How are you, hunny?" He asks her, rubbing her back, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I can see it in his face that she's getting a little too close for comfort.

"I'm great, now that I'm with you."

"Okay, what pose do you want to do?" He asks her, pushing her away gently, looking down at her with a smile. She just grins up at him and pulls him closer to her body, wrapping her arms around him again.

"I want you to hug me for the picture, and look down at me." She tells him. He does so, reluctantly. Usually, the poses that are requested aren't as...intimate, and I can't help but be bothered by it.

Shawn's eyes flash over to me as he gets into position with the girl. As soon as the photographer goes to take the picture, the girl looks up at Shawn and grabs his face in her hands, pulling him down to her lips. Shawn's eyes widen, and my heart stops. I want to go over there and yank on the girl's hair to pull her away from Shawn, but before I can get to her, Shawn pushes her off.

Jake immediately grabs the girls' hands and drags her out of the meet and greet as she yells and struggles to release herself from his grip. I hear a bunch of people gasp and shout from in line where they're standing to meet Shawn, there are only about three people left.

I look over at Shawn who, at this point, is cleaning his mouth off with a paper towel and rinsing it out with water. He looks absolutely disgusted but his face softens when our eyes meet. He puts the water down and runs over to me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that, (y/n). That was absolutely disgusting and terrifying." He laughs before he takes my face in his hands and looks down at me with a warm smile. I smile up at him and can't help but laugh at the situation, myself.

I notice that he still has some lipstick from the girl's lips on his face so I reach up and wipe it away as he looks down at me curiously. "You still had some of the evidence on your face," I tell him, making him cringe.

"My mouth feels gross, she stuck her tongue down my throat, I thought I was gonna puke!" He says as he scrunches up his face in disgust.

"Did you rinse it out?" I ask him with an amused smile. He nods and pulls me closer to his chest, I can feel his muscles relax as I squeeze him back.

I place both my hands on either side of his face and lean in, connecting our lips together in a passionate kiss. He rests a hand below my ear while his other is gripping my waist. I pressed my tongue to the seam of his lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth. As we break the heavy make-out for air, he leans his forehead on mine and peppers my face with light kisses.