Shawn Mendes Imagines

Arranged Girlfriend

A/N: I'm back? What???

"I do not want to be his girlfriend!" I exclaimed out of my chair.

My manager, Brett looked at me shockingly while Shawn and Andrew sat there awkwardly.

"Of course she does." Brett replied trying to soothe Andrew and Shawn while pushing me down into my seat.

I fell back with a sigh and crossed my arms.

"Y/N listen, after Hailey and Justin got married, there has been headlines that Shawn has gotten played and that Bieber will always be #1. I mean come on Shawn and Hailey we're out in public cuddling and then BOOM all of a sudden she's with Bieber. It looks bad on Shawn." Andrew sighed. "However, we've done our research. Your the biggest model out there. Most talented. Most rich. Most Beautiful. Hell your better than Hailey, Kendall, Gigi or Bella." Andrew stood up and grabbed a magazine from the other desk while Shawn gazed at me with his hazel eyes.

I huffed before Andrew came back to the table where the four of us sat. "You won #1 model international for 4 straight years now, nominated to be Miss America, at a young age you passed the British Royals Piano and Violin Exam." I shook my head at Andrew.

"So?" I spoke softly as he reminded me of my achievements.

"Shawn. Has been compared to Bieber his whole career. He wants his own image. But after the Hailey Bieber situation, he's not gonna be his own person for a while." I looked down at my feet to avoid Shawn's beautiful eyes gazing at me and of course Brett's glare at my rejection of the beautiful 20 year old.

"I'm not saying you have to be with him all your life, but just for a little push of his own image. Please." Andrew begged.

I didn't say anything for awhile for I was thinking. I loved helping people, but this was gonna deceive the public. I did not really enjoy Hailey's company after the Fashion Event in Florence.

"Listen Andrew is she doesn't want to do it the-"

I cut off Shawn. "I'll do it."
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Victoria Secret Fashion Show

"This is your first public event with Shawn. He's gonna be performing and your gonna be modeling. We have to show the audience a little lovey dovey smoochey poochey kissy showy-"

"Okay! I get it!" I cut off Brett as his gay side started to dance. I love Brett. If you didn't know he was also my best friend so he knows everything. Especially about business so I was like screw it, my best friend is gonna manage my life.

My makeup artist left the room. I looked into the mirror, makeup was gorgeous although it felt like a bunch of bacon fat was splattered onto my face, we were required to wear make up.

"Help me put on this on yea?" For the red carpet I was going to wear a baby pink gown with laced flowers at the top. My hair was half up half down curled. And Brett being the best manager got me baby pink diamond earrings to match my gown.

"Oh my gosh Y/N you look absolutely stunning girl. But if I was in that dress you know I'd look like a goddess." Brett smiles.

I giggled before walking out of my dressing room and into the floral room where all the performers and models waited.

I spotted Shawn just from his hair and his height. He was wearing a black suit, his hair had been naturally curled to perfection. Andrew was talking to Shawn before he tapped him on the shoulder.

Those hazel eyes. Pools of honey. Gazed into me. His pearly white teeth. Pure pearls right there. He walked over to meet me.

"Wow. You look-"

"Stunning. When does she not." Brett remarked.

"Red carpet starts in 5 minutes y'all should get in place." Andrew scurried.

Shawn and I got into place, he was a little shaky as I took his arm.

"You good?" I asked him.

He looked at me and smiled, "Yeah just a little bit nervous."

My jaw dropped. "Shawn come on, you performed in front of millions of people before, and your nervous for this? Your like a-" I stopped to think, he chuckled at me. "A god."

He shook his head while laughing. "It's just that you know, I want to make the right impression without being shadowed as Bieber you know?" He spoke softly. His words came straight from his heart you can tell.

I scooted in closer towards him. "Well you already an amazing person. Just be you. And I promise you, your not Bieber, your Shawn Mendes. When you were 16 touring with Magcon, I was 15 fangirling about you when I should've been practicing the violin!!" He chuckled even more.

"And hey, just enjoy what your doing, I'm pretty sure you know that but if you get nervous remember I'm here escorting you." I flipped my hair making Shawn laugh even more.

SHAWN POV

She was amazing. Her heart was pure. Her sense of humor was golden. She's so beautiful as a person.

"Alright you guys are up, good luck." Andrew wished us as we made our way onto the carpet.

The flashes of the cameras made me anxious, the chatter of the reporter's made me shift. But feeling Y/N right next to me gave me warmth.

We walked slowly taking our time, smiling at the camera's. Even here and there making a goofy face and laughing.

"HERE COMES HAILEY AND JUSTIN!" A reporter yelled.

Awe shit.

Y/N POV

I looked over to Shawn he froze in his smile. Poor boy. I didn't care if I got yelled at for doing this or if this was unprofessional.

I pulled Shawn closer to me and gave him the warmest hug.

"What are you doing this is not apart of the plan." He whispered to me." His smile was still present.

I pulled away, "I don't care, don't worry about the Bieber's, they can suck my toes. You have fun, with or without them here your gonna rock this show." I reassured him staring deeply into his eyes. He smiled at me and set his hands on my waste. "Your truly amazing."

I smiled and looked down before I felt his warm hand reach my chin to bring my face up. He brought his lips to my forehead and rested them there for a couple of seconds before bringing his eyes back to me and smiling.

The flashes of the lights blurred, the chatter was slowly muted, it was like only me and him were in the room. I smiled up at the gorgeous boy and he intertwined our hands, we walked, smiled, laughed and rocked the carpet.
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Part 2? Or nahhhh?