Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pictures

"Hey babe.. can i have this?"
I look up to see him holding a polaroid of me as a kid.
"No! It's my favorite picture!"
"But babeeeeeee, you look so cute and innocent... I neeeeedddddd to have it."
"Shawn, that picture was on my cork board for a reason." I say, laughing at his pouting face.
"But i have no pictures of youuuuu.."
"Shawn. You have a million pictures of me."
"But I want them to be polaroids.. like that oneeee."
"Then buy a polaroid camera, ya big baby!"
"Fine.. but you're buying me the refill things.."
"Ok you dork."
TWO WEEKS LATER
"BABE! You have a package!"
"MY CAMERAAAAAAAAAA!" He yells running down the stairs of our apartment.
"Slow down, Mendes."
"YESSSSSSSSSS!!! Gimme gimme gimme!!"
"Alright you dork, here!"
"Where are the refills?"
"They're in the hall closet."
"CAMERA TIMEEEE!"
"Shawn."
"What?"
"Stop yelling."
"Fine. But now I can do this."
"Do what?" I say from the kitchen, as I hear him walk towards me.
*flash*
"That."
"Aww you look so cute. This is going on the board."
"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, so help me god, if that picture is terrible, I will break your camera."
"But I just got it....." he pouts.
I grab his face, smushing his lips, "Ugh you're lucky you're cute, Mendes. You can keep it."
He smiles while picking me up, "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"
He's such a big dork.