Shawn Mendes x Reader Imagines

Anniversary

I tap my foot lightly as I sit on the park bench. It's a warm, sunny day and I wear my favorite summer dress. I look around, hoping to see him, but there is no sign of the man I'm waiting for. I frown lightly, and look down at my lap. I've been waiting nearly an hour now.

Finally, I accept the fact I've been stood up, and decide to leave. While I'm here, I may as well take use of the beautiful scenery. I take the lens cover off my camera that is hanging loosely round my neck. I walk over to a small lake with a bridge over it.

I often try and capture pictures of people. My favorite are natural ones, when they don't know anyone is photographing them. They come as inspiration for my art. Once I have a picture I like, I'll sit down and either draw or paint it.

I sit down on the soft grass and look at everything around me. I spot a man with curly brown hair standing on the bridge, looking down into the water. I bring the camera up and take two photos. I'm about to take a third when his head lifts up and his eyes meet mine.

I blush and hold my camera a little lower, trying to act as though I was taking a picture of something else. I must look really creepy taking pictures of random people. I hope he thinks I'm photographing something else, but then he starts walking toward me.

He eventually reaches me and I scramble to my feet. "I'm sorry, I must look like a real creep taking photos of you, but I use them as inspiration for my art and-" I ramble, but he cuts me off with a laugh. It makes me pause. He looked photogenic from afar, but now he looked breathtaking from up close.

"Don't mention it, I get a lot of photos taken anyways." He says. I'm confused by what he means, but brush it off. "I'm (y/n). (Y/n) (s/n)" I say, offering him my hand. He takes it and shakes it, smiling. "I'm Shawn. Shawn Mendes." He says. Then it clicks. "Shawn Mendes? As in singer Shawn Mendes?" I say, a little shaken.

He laughs. "Yep, that's me." I nod, trying to brush off how surprised I must look. "So what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be recording your next album." I joke. He chuckles. "Same as you, actually. Looking for inspiration. I guess we both found some." He says, and I blush lightly and laugh it off.

We spend the rest of the afternoon talking and joking together, the person who stood me up long forgotten. At the end of the day, we exchange numbers and promise to meet up soon. We started dating a week after.

We've now been dating three months and it's our anniversary today. Shawn told me to meet him at the place we first met, so I take my anniversary present and hop in my car to go meet him. The weather is basically the same as it was the day we met and I wear the same dress.

I put the neatly wrapped present on the front seat and start driving to go meet Shawn. When I arrive, I tuck the present under my arm and walk over to Shawn. He's sitting in the same spot I was when I first took pictures of him. He had his guitar with him and he smiled lightly when I sat down next to him.

"Happy anniversary." He said, pecking my cheek. "You too..." I hand him the large present and smile. "This is for you, I hope you like it." He looks surprised. "Aw, you didn't have to." He says. "Why wouldn't I get you something?! Now open it!! I'm dying to see if you like it." I said eagerly. He laughs and delicately peels off the paper.

Once the paper is off, it reveals the picture I've been painting for weeks. It was the same one of him leaning over the bridge looking into the water. I bite my lip in apprehension. Shawn hasn't said anything. He runs a finger along the side of the frame. "Do you like it...?" I ask. He looks at me.

"(Y/n)...I love it." He murmurs, looking into my eyes. I let out a sigh of relief. He cups my cheeks and gives me a kiss. "I love it almost as much as I love you." He whispers. My breath catches in my throat. We'd been together three months, but we hadn't said we loved each other. "I love you too, Shawn." I mumble and we kiss again.

Once we pull away, Shawn lovingly puts his picture beside him."I actually got you something too." He says smiling. He pulls out his guitar and starts singing. I listen intently as emotion pours out his mouth. When he finishes, I snuggle into his chest. "Thank you...I love it almost as much as I love you." I say, grinning.

He chuckles as wraps his arms round me, and kisses the top of my head. "Happy anniversary." He whispers into my ear. I smile and breath in his familiar scent.

How did I get so lucky?

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(A/n) sorry I haven't update in a little while, how did you like this one? I'm getting a little stuck on ideas, so if you have any requests, feel free to ask xx