Shawn Mendes Imagines

I think I love you

Your POV

I sat, legs sprawled across my best friends, Shawn's, lap, watching some sort of Netflix show. I had no clue what was happening on the TV as I was concentrating on the man in front of me. His brown eyes were fixated on the screen, watching as some random character got shot.

"Y/N? Hello?" Shawn waved his hand in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Oh aha sorry, I must have been daydreaming." I blushed and glanced at the TV screen, for possibly the first time in this 40 minute episode.
"You were staring at me for a long time." Shawn smirked and laughed lightly.
"Oh shut it Shawn!" I rolled my eyes and let out a light giggle, "Don't flatter yourself."

Shawn stared at me for a moment and we made eye contact. I felt his eyes take in every single one of my features. He looked me up and down and moved himself so he was above me, our faces centimetres apart.
"S-Shawn..." I stuttered, cheeks heating up.
"You know Y/N you really are beautiful." He smiled, "You've always been special to me."
"Well what do you mean by that?" I smirked, suddenly gaining confidence from seemingly nowhere.
"I mean," Shawn looked straight into my eyes, "I think I love you."

He lent in and connected our lips. At first I didn't kiss back, in shock, but after a second I moved my lips. Our lips moved in sync as we shared the meaningful moment. After a moment, he pulled away, smile spread on his face.
"Shawn." I smiled.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I think I love you too." I smirked.