Shawn Mendes Imagines

Who cares baby

A/N: the song in this imagine is just above ⬆️ (Marry you by Bruno Mars)

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Y/N's POV

The audience cheers as the the young girl puts down the microphone and steps off the stage.

"My turn!" Shawn exclaims giddily. I laugh as he kisses me on the cheek, then hops off his chair and leaves our table.

It was karaoke night at our local Toronto cafe, and we usually pop by during these things for some coffee and entertainment.

I would always beg Shawn to go up and sing, and eventually most of the time he would humour me with one song. It was fun to watch him be silly on stage and just sing whatever.

This time, it seemed like he was waiting for his chance to go up. He scrolls through the song choices and selects 'Marry you' by Bruno Mars. Winking at me, he walks up on stage and the music begins.

"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do..."

I watch him sing the lyrics, laughing as he pulls a few funny faces at me and does his weird funky dance moves.

"Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go-o-o-o..."

He hits the high notes with ease and the crowd cheers. I bite my lower lip with a knowing smile. He was in his element.

"Just say I doooooooo...."

After a while, about halfway through the song, he looks directly at me and takes the microphone off the stand.

With the mic still in hand and the music still playing, Shawn walks off the stage. He continues to sing as he comes in my direction. I raise my eyebrow at him, wondering what he was up to.

"Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice?"

After weaving through the other tables, Shawn reaches me. He smiles, the microphone still raised to his lips. He then extends his other hand to me. I laugh, taking it.

Shawn pulls me off my seat, the audience still watching. He spins me around, a grin spread across his face. I giggle as he catches me and steadies me.

As the song comes to an end, he stands in front of me, holding my hand. I see his hand go into his pocket. Looking me in the eye, he sings the very last line.

"Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you."

The music stops, the applause from the crowd subsides, and Shawn had pulled out whatever he was fishing for in his pocket.

In front of me, he was holding out a small black box with the lid open. Sitting inside it was the most gorgeous diamond ring I'd ever seen. I gasp as several others around us do the same.

A small smile toys at his lips as he takes a breath. His eyes meet my own, which were beginning to fill with tears.

"Y/N will you marry me?"

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A/N: I hope you all had a good Christmas! ❤️ Love you all 😘