Shawn Mendes Imagines

Treat You Better

He hated himself, simple as that.

He couldn't stand how excited she was for her date, and how James kept turning out to be that guy.

He had flowers delivered this morning, letting her know that he'd pick her up at 6 from the studio since he knows it's Friday and she likes to stay an hour late to catch up on paperwork from the week.

Shawn signed for the flowers and it took everything in him not to just dump them in the trash bin right outside the front door. They were white roses, and he knows she fucking hates roses.

She believes that they are too cliche'd, that it's almost expected that all girls love roses and swoon at the sight of a boy holding roses.

And tell you what, she swooned so fucking hard when Shawn turned around holding a vase of roses, that boy looked real pretty and soft holding white roses out to her. All her thoughts of 'cliche's are stupid' went right out the window at the sight of the man in front of her.
"James sent roses,"

And her whole giddy happy demeanor dropped at the just the mention of his name.

She has nothing against James, he's sweet and cute, but, he's just not Shawn.

"Oh, okay,"

"They're not lilies," Shawn mutters as he sets them on the corner of her desk.

She looks up with wide eyes when he says that, her heart rate picking up. "Huh?"

"Lilies?" Shawn tilts his head, "I thought they were your favorite,"

"They are," She answers quickly, "They are."
"So why would he send roses?" He asks with a slight smirk.

"Cliche," She murmurs, checking to see if the vase needs water.

Shawn just hums, nodding as he heads off for the booth, "Maybe he doesn't know you that well,"

**

She stands from her desk, straightening out her dress, and reaching for her purse as Shawn walks in. He's purposely stayed late to see her out on her date for the evening, also to maybe get a view of what his competition might be.

He made a plan today, in his office, that he's gonna fight. He knows that this is his girl standing in his building. This is his girl that's gonna rule the music industry with him, but also rule the world. He could feel it in his blood, that she was his. She just didn't know it yet.

He just has to do something to make her see.

"Not here yet?" He asks, taking a seat in front of her desk.
"No, but it's early," She nods.
"Think he'll bring more roses?" He quips.

"Shut up," She shakes her head.
And its then he notices that she hasn't touched them. Didn't do her routine of putting them in her vase after cutting the stems, didn't change the water or anything. She hasn't done anything that she normally does when he walks in with a bouquet of lilies from time to time.

"Hmm?" He smirks, biting his lip as he looks up at her.
Maybe she already knows, she's just fighting it. Because if she's fighting it, he'll fight her harder.

"What?" She snaps.

"Gonna let them die? Or gonna let them grow?" He nods to the roses, but his eyes never leave hers and he knows that she gets what he's really talking about.

"I don't know, haven't had a chance to pay attention to letting them grow," She answers confidently, standing in front of the mirror on the wall and fixing her lipstick.

Shawn sinks in his seat a little, what was that supposed to mean?

Just as Shawn's about to say something back the door opens, a well dressed James stepping in.
"Hey," He smiles, looking from Shawn to Y/n. "You look good," He stutters over his words, obviously nervous.
"Well thank you," Shawn stands, grinning when Y/n sends him a glare, "But shouldn't you be complimenting your date? Because she looks phenomenal."