••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

14: What Are Friends For

Shawn's POV
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"Oh-, Shawn.. yes baby, yes! Right there-!" My bestfriend, Brian, moans aloud.
"Dude, would you shut the hell up!?" I snark, smacking the back of his head. Causing his hat to fall.
"Fuck man, you know very well that you liked that shit." He erupts in evil laughter.
I groan and lean my eyes in her direction.
A room full of people.
Young, old, tall, short, drunk, sober, high, stupid people.
But I could always spot her out.
Her beauty could catch everyone's breath.
Draw everyone's eyes.
Fuck, even mine.
Especially mine.
"Dude, he's even looking at her. He's thinking about her- never mind." Brian starts.
"You were saying..?" I ask, turning to face him.
"Nothing. Oh, hey look Shawn! Look! Look! She's bending over to pick something up!" He says to me, pointing his finger vigorously in her direction.
When my head spins the other way, she's standing just the same as she has been for the last two minutes.
Red cup in one hand, phone in the other.
My friends begin howling in laughter.
"That shit isn't funny guys." I say steaming.
"You dying to look at y/n's ass when she bends over isn't funny?"
More laughter.
"No, no it fucking isn't."
"Shawn, she's coming over here." Brian says.
"Ha ha, you're so funny I forgot to laugh." I say sarcastically.
"No, for real."
"Mmhm.. and I just saw a unicorn fly across the room. Look!" I tease.
"Shawn, I'm not-" Brian is cut off by the most angelic voice.
It rings right in my ear.
I turn.
"Y/n!" I grin.
"Do any of you mind giving me a ride home? I think I drank a little too much and I-"
"Yeah! I don't mind!" I interrupt.
"Really? You're the best!" She says to me.
Fuck, those sparking eyes.
As we headed out the door, the dumbest voice ever had to go and ruin it all.
"Have fun kids!!"
Y/n chuckles.
"Friends of yours?" She questions, motioning to the four idiots on the couch.
I nod in humiliation.
"Don't even worry about it. I have some just like them." She says with a light smile.
"Well do you have a weird boyfriend aswell?" I ask shyly.
"Why? You want to be my boyfriend?"
Her confidence could easily kill me alive. So I'll allow myself to be confident aswell.
"Yes."