Shawn Mendes Imagines

52. Roomates (S.M)

After posting an ad online for a roommate, the results were successful as now, your new roommate was moving in today. You don't know much about him except that his name is Shawn Mendes and he's willing to pay money so he can live with you.

It sounds a bit creepy when you word it that way but you know that you have to be cautious. Anyone, including this random guy named Shawn Mendes, can be a serial killer. So, when someone knocks on the door and you look through the small opening to check who it is, you grab a hockey stick and slowly open the door.

You bravely hold the hockey stick up, ready for a fight but what happens next is unexpected.

"You like hockey? I love hockey! We are going to be great roommates," he marvels.

"Uh, yeah, I like hockey," you say, letting go of the hockey stick and laying it against the wall.

"I'm Shawn Mendes," he tells you.

"I'm Y/N," you say and you hold your hand out for a handshake.

"C'mon! We aren't old," he claims and he wraps you into a tight hug, giving you a small view of his back pocket that holds something with a silver glint.

He has a knife and is trying to stab you!

You quickly take the object out of his pocket and are about to throw it but find that the object is not a knife, it's merely a phone.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Nothing! He—he—here you go," you respond and you hand him his phone.

"Can I bring my stuff in?"

"Yes, of course. Your room is right across the hall."

He nods and takes his stuff in, going over to his room. He comes out a few minutes later and walks over to you.

"Yes?"

"I'm so glad that you're legit."

"What do you mean?"

"I was honestly worried that I was paying money to live with a serial killer!"

You smirk and say, "how do you know that I'm not one?"

"You don't give me that vibe."

"What kind of vibe do I give you?"

"A girl that stands her ground whether it's by using a hockey stick as a weapon or trying to take objects that look like knives."

"You noticed?" You ask, flushing in embarrassment at the fact that he realized what the hockey stick was actually about and that you thought he had a knife.

"I don't blame you. Anyone can be a serial killer, even a guy like me!"

"How are you so..."

"Charming, smart, and good looking? I get told that a lot, it's just something that I carry with me."

"Maybe a little self absorbed," you say.

  He laughs, shaking his head at you.

"Anyways, tell me about yourself."

"You're the new person moving in, you should introduce yourself first."

"Fine. I'm Shawn Mendes, your soon to be boyfriend."

"Don't be so cocky," you say, rolling your eyes at him even though you find his comment endearing.

"I mean, am I wrong?"

  "We'll see," you slyly say.

  "Hard to get, eh?"

  "Try hard enough and we'll see."

  "How has my personality not convinced you yet?"

  "I need to get to know you."

  "Oh, really?" He asks.

  You nod and he smirks, slowly walking towards you.

  "What are you doing?"

"Shh," he whispers, "just let it happen."

He lays soft kisses on your shoulders, on the bare skin from where your shirt slips off a little which causes you to hum contentedly. He continues peppering gentle, lazy kisses on your collarbone, inching up your neck, and then brushing along your cheek. He presses a soothing kiss on your lips and you sigh, longing for more of his touch.

"Hm," he hums, "do we know each other better now?"

"I think we could get to know each other even better if we go to my bedroom."

"Of course," he says.

You open the door to your bedroom and he follows you in. He begins kissing you again and for privacy, you close your bedroom door.

The only prediction that came true that night was not that he was a serial killer, but that he became your boyfriend.

I really liked this imagine, I don't know why. I hope you all enjoyed it!