••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

25: One Night Stand

Shawn's POV
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I wake up to the bright sun peering through the curtains.. warming my face and naked chest.
My head spinning. My brain slamming and twisting.
I have no memory of last night, which might actually be a good thing. It's not like I want to know.
"Fuck.." I mumble into my pillow.
I turn over and see someone else under the same sheets.
Her face: bright red in shock.
My lips chatter, wobbling together and apart not knowing what to say.
Hands shaking, not knowing what to do.
Head still spinning. Brain still bouncing.
She buries her face in the palm of her hands.
"I'm so sorry. I don't normally do this." She says with a light crack in her voice, signalling that she might cry.
I reach out to her.
Realizing I have no clothing on, I quickly pull the sheets back on.
She looks up with a little smile.
"Shawn." I say while my blood quickly shoots to my cheeks.
Crimson blush.
She wipes away the little tear droplets from the crinkles of her eyes and chuckles.
"Y/n." She says, introducing herself.
I notice her tightly holding the covers to her chest, not wanting to reveal herself.
"I don't normally do this either." I explain.
"Yeah.." She mumbles, not knowing what to say.
The awkward tension could be seen by the naked eye.
So sharp. So visible.
"You're really pretty." I say aloud. Not even meaning to say that aloud. But at least she now knows the truth.
"N-no. I-I.." She stammers with her cheeks bright red.
I take her hands in mine and stare into her eyes.
It's not long before our lips meet.
Connecting so perfectly.
Like puzzle pieces made and meant to fit.
"I have to go now." She says, slowly pulling away.
She gets off of the bed and throws a pillow at my face.
"Don't look!" She demands.
I bury my face in the pillow like she wishes.
"You can get a sweatshirt from the second drawer. It's probably really cold outside." I say.
"Thank you. I promise I'll return it!" She says, rushing her words.
"No, keep it. I don't want you to forget me." I say while smiling like an idiot into the soft cotton.
"Don't worry. I wont."
I feel a beautifully soft pair of lips land upon my cheek.
"Until next time." I hear her whisper into my ear.
Until next time, Y/n.