Shawn Mendes Imagines

Aussie Gal

The music was blaring through the hall, vibrating off the floors and walls. You were definitely drunk due to alcohol consumption. It wasn't your fault though, your two older brothers were in charge of the bar and every time you near, they gave you a drink or they would force you to have a shot with your friends.

You were from Australia, which was ironic since your boyfriend was from overseas. You stumbled to the bar, your arm wrapped around your best friend who was equally as drunk. You smiled when you saw your boyfriend sipping his beer, as he leaned against the bar.

"SHAWN!" You cried and fell into his arms. Shawn chuckled.

"Are you having fun?" He pushed your curl behind your ear.

"It's my twenty-first," You scolded, "of course I'm having fun!"

"Y/N," your head turned to your best friend who held two shots of tequila. She handed one to you and one to Shawn. Shawn lifted his in salute.

"Happy birthday beautiful," you smiled and both took a shot.  He placed the glass on the counter, along with yours.  "I love you,"

"I love you too," You lifted yourself on your toes - your heels were forgotten after your fifth shot - and kissed him. "Hmm, tequila tastes better on you,"

Shawn was about to reply when your best friend dragged you back to the dancefloor. You were in a circle with your friends and cousins. You all danced to any song, all moves were in sync from all the parties you've been too and you all screamed the lyrics.

Soon your favourite Shawn Mendes came on. You and all your friends danced as one. Shawn watched at your drunken state. He didn't know what was funnier, that you allowed yourself to be drunk or that you would still dance to his songs like how you were, sober. 

He took another sip of his beer, without realising, he said his thought out loud, "that's the girl I want to marry,"

Your brothers turned their hands from manning the bar "what?"

"Ahhh," Shawn took a step away when the boys walked around the bar and stood in front of him. To his surprise, one of your brothers locked him in a headlock, while the other ruffled his hair with his knuckled.

"Welcome to the family Shawny boy!"

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You didn't know it was possible, but you were sure that you still had a hangover from your party days ago. You and Shawn were walking down the jetty. You both had decided to have a quiet day, so you went for a drive to the beach.

Though it was still cold, you both had jackets and watched the ocean waves crash into the sturdy poles underneath your feet. Shawn was leaning back against the railing, watching men and families fish.

"We will live here," he said suddenly. You turned your head to him. You raised an eyebrow as a silent question to ask what he was on about. He looked down on you. "I want to marry you y/n. Not now, not today but one day. And we will live here in the land down under,"

"Why?"

"It's not fair if you move," he turned around and rested his forearms on the timber.

"But your family-"

"Your family is here," He finally looked at you. "I'm always on tour and you're not. We can always visit my family. Y/n I love you, and it wouldn't be fair if I take you away from the people you love,"

You lifted your hand to his cheek, your thumb tracing his scar and cheekbones. "Has anyone told you how sweet and caring you are?"

"Only thousands of fans," You gave him a look. He pecked your lips, "but there is only one fan that I truly love with all my heart. She is an Aussie gal," he said in a terrible Australian accent.

 You laughed, "aye mate-" you were cut off by his lips. You pushed his chest, realising what he had said earlier.

"Did you propose to me before?"