Shawn Mendes Imagines

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"I love you."
"I love you too."

I smile and kiss him.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"9:41. Why?"
"Is it too late to go out on a walk?"
"Never, let's go." he smiled.

"The park?" I ask.
"You know me so well."

We walked to the park, hand in hand.

I sat down on the swing, Shawn sitting down on the one beside me.

"Ahhh!" he screamed, causing me to jump.
"Dude, don't ever do that again." I said, putting my hand on my chest.
He laughed.

"I'm sorry, babe. Come on, let's be young and free."
"What do you mean?"

"Take my hand."
I grabbed his hand.

He began running into the middle of the field, twirling in circles.
I laughed.

The little lights in the park provided light.

He held both of my hands and we spun in a circle.

"The things I do with you, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes." I said, laughing.
He winked.

"Your eyes are beautiful." he said. We stopped spinning.

"No, they're not. They're plain."
"Nope, they're sparking."
"That's because I'm looking at someone I love."

He leaned in, connecting our lips.

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Short but sweet