Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

166. Shade

A/n: Explicit language in this one! Anyways, please enjoy this imagine. Okay, without further ado, let's begin, shall we? I think we shall.

It was 9:52 at night and I was laying in bed. My boyfriend of three years, Shawn Mendes, was recently named the Prince of Pop. Justin Bieber made a comeback and a fan made a post. Underneath the post, Hailey Baldwin Bieber, who had once been seen with Shawn quite a lot, commented "The real prince of POP is back". Is she trying to throw shade at Shawn? Shawn's currently in Toronto, visiting his family for a bit before he comes home to me.

Even though it was late at night, I could hear the front door open, someone bringing stuff in, and then footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt nervous and tense. Who could be in the house? I tried to stay still. Does playing dead work with people who break in? I then felt the bed dip, and that's when I turned around.

"Shh babe, it's just me." Shawn said. I hugged him.

"Shawny! You're home!" I said. Shawn chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. As his arms were around me, I felt like I was home too. His arms are my true home, they're where I belong all the time.

"Yup. I just couldn't wait any longer to see you." Shawn said as he rubbed my back a little after I snuggled my face into his chest. I then looked up at him.

"I'm mad at Hailey Bieber." I said.

"Why darling?" Shawn asked. I told him about what she had commented.

"But you are the prince of pop Shawn. You're the prince of fucking everything. Oh this makes me so mad. Do you want to know what I want to do?" I said and asked.

"Oh God. What do you want to do babe?" Shawn asked.

"In the morning, I'm guessing that you'll make pancakes just like usual?" I asked.

"Yup." Shawn said as he rubbed the back of my head.

"Okay, so here's what I'll do: either when you're making pancakes, or when we're eating, I'll take a picture of you and post it on Instagram and caption it that my prince is home." I said.

"Oh gosh." Shawn said.

"Listen babe, no fucks with my man and throws shade and then gets away with it." I said. Shawn kissed my forehead.

"Okay baby." He said.

"What would you do if someone threw shade at me?" I asked.

"I wouldn't be too happy." Shawn said.

"Exactly. I'm tired." I said as I yawned. Shawn chuckled.

"Go to sleep my love. I'll be here when you wake up and then I can make us some pancakes." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Okay baby. I love you." I said.

"I love you too. Good night honey." Shawn said.

"Good night." I said. The next morning I woke up to a smiling Shawn. Just the mere sight of his smile gave me butterflies and I smiled back.

"Good morning gorgeous." Shawn said and I blushed.

"Good morning handsome. You know, last night when you came home, it was dark so I couldn't really see you at all, but I love waking up with you in the morning when the sun is hitting you just right. Sorry that was a bit too cheesy, wasn't it?" I asked with a giggle as I looked down. Shawn put his finger underneath my chin and lifted my head up so I was looking at him. He was smiling.

"It wasn't too cheesy. I feel the same way about you. The sun hits my back and the side of my face, but it hits all of your face in the morning. You take my breath away with your beauty my love." Shawn said.