••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

26: Step Brother

Y/n's POV
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After what had seemed like the longest day of my life, I was finally able to rest.
I stumble up the steps and open up my bedroom door.
My soothing hopes were cut short by seeing Shawn rummaging through my armoire.
"What the-" I start.
"Oh hey, y/n." He says while slamming the bottom drawer shut.
"Get out of my room!" I shout.
"Chill little sis. Just looking for my guitar strap."
My brows curl down.
"Ok, let me get a few things straight." I begin. "Number one: don't call me 'little sis' because I'm not even your sister. Number two: your guitar strap would never be in my underwear drawer."
"Like I knew this drawer would be filled with your- stuff." He says with sarcasm, crawling on my bed.
"Out." I demand while tracing my finger towards the door.
"Out." He mumbles underneath his breath mocking me.
He finally grazes his feet along the carpet and exits.
"I love you, sissy." He says.
I kick the door closed.
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Today seemed even longer than the last. Once again, I make my way up the stairs and into my bedroom.
"Shawn!" I pout once I see him sitting upon my bed.
"Y/n, we need to talk." He says in a serious tone, which I've never witnessed from him before.
"Ok..?"
I take a seat next to him.
"Y/n.. I like you. I've liked you since we became family.
"Shawn are you- are- what?" I stutter in pure shock.
"Y/n, I know you hate me and I don't blame you. But we can just try to make it work. We'll keep it in secret." He says while scooting closer.
"You're my brother!" I say while slapping him across the cheek.
"Step! Step brother! It's not the same!" He shouts while rubbing the burning, red patch of flesh on his face.
"But it is! It's just as bad!" I state.
"Please y/n.. let's just try. I just dream of-" he stops.
"Of..?"
His hand snakes around to the back of my neck, bringing me in for a small, dramatic kiss.
"Of us.."