Shawn Mendes Imagine lol first one in like a year!!!!
I sat on Shawn’s bed scribbling down ideas into my beaten up spiral bound notebook. I was bent over my criss-crossed legs and was so entertained in finishing my idea, everything around me almost didn’t exist. The house could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have even noticed.
Shawn sat at his desk strumming chords on one of his multiple guitars. Every so often, he would stop and scribble something down into his notebook. He was generating something magic, and I knew that with the way his pencil moved rapidly across the paper.
We were silent for a long time, but that was how we both liked it. We worked better individually, which definitely didn’t help in the whole “collaboration” part of the project. We had come up with a consensus though; I would write the words, he would write the chords. We would change our work based on the others work.
So far, everything had been going really well. I was knocking out lines left and right, and when I got stuck, I would ask him for input. For the most part, we worked alone.
Every once in awhile, Aaliyah or Shawn’s mother would come to check up on us, but we wouldn’t have moved positions. Shawn would still be at his desk, and I would still be bent over my legs and scribbling.
Aaliyah started to get fed up with us because of the lack of communication and the lack of movement in general. At one point in the day, she got so fed up that she yelled at us for not speaking to each other.
She entered the room with a plate in her hand and a frown on her face.
“I come bearing cookies,” She muttered and dropped them on Shawn’s desk.
“Thanks,” We replied.
Aaliyah sighed out a long sigh. “Are you kidding? Have you even talked to each other once since you’ve been locked away in here? Probably not. Speak to each other. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing here anyways? Jesus, words are important. Use them.”
Finally, we both looked up from our work and to Aaliyah who was standing in the middle of Shawn’s room. Resulting from our blank looks at her, Aaliyah groaned and walked out of the room and slammed the door right behind her.
I slightly jumped at the loud sound, but started to slightly laugh shortly after. Shawn smiled and rolled his eyes at her drama. He leaned back in his chair to stretch a bit.
“She’s probably right,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, probably,” I replied.
I sat up straight and twisted to one side, feeling a ton of cracks throughout my back. Shawn made a noise and I twisted back towards him, laughing a bit.
“That definitely felt good,” He laughed.
“Oh yeah it did. Could’ve been better though.”
“Come here. Eat some cookies and show me what you got,” Shawn said and motioned for me to sit in the seat next to his.
I did as I was told and sat next to Shawn in the other chair with my notebook tightly clutched in my small hands. I was scared that he wouldn’t like what I wrote and he would make me start over again. I really just wanted him to like what I wrote, what I had to say, but most importantly, I wanted him to like me.
Hesitantly, I handed him the battered up notebook and studied him as his eyes scanned the words and the pages. Eventually, I got too scared to keep looking for reactions so I stared at my hands and prayed I would be good enough.
“First,” Shawn sighed. “You have the cutest handwriting I have ever seen. Not to mention, it comes from the cutest hands, too. They’re so small. I don’t get it.”
“Thanks.” I laughed, and I could feel the blush creep into my already pink cheeks.
“Second, this is amazing. You’re such a great writer and I’m pissed that I’m just figuring this out now. You should write a fucking novel, damn (Y/N). I love it. I think it’ll do so well with the music I’ve written so far, too.”
For the next few minutes, we went through his music and added my lyrics with it. Shawn tried to get me to sing the words with him, but no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn’t get me to. I sounded like a dying whale when I sang and I was not going to subject him to that.
Shawn was in the middle of writing notes on his pages when I felt a sneeze coming on. I turned away from him, breathed in deeply, and sneezed into my elbow. Almost directly after, as I was turning back to face Shawn, a chill went right up my spine and caused a shiver to erupt in my body. Shawn simply laughed.
“Are you alright? Cold?” He asked, a huge smile adorning his beautiful face.
I nodded and rubbed a hand over my left arm. I watched Shawn as he got up from his chair and went into his closet, grabbing a hoodie. He handed it to me and I hesitantly put it on. I pulled it over my head and laughed at how loosely it hung over me.
“It looks good,” Shawn giggled.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure,” I replied with intense sarcasm.
I flipped the hood off my head and pulled my long hair out of the sweatshirt. I glanced over his notes to try and get Shawn to stop staring at me, but none of my efforts were working. Instead, he pulled me closer to him and smiled.
“You’re really pretty,” He said with an airiness to his voice.
“S-so are you,” I replied.
His closeness to me was making me nervous and I could barely think about what to say. Thinking about what to do was almost the most difficult task of my entire life.
Then, Shawn smirked. I jolted forward and, without thinking of course, I smashed my lips against his. As my thoughts began to straighten themselves out, I pulled away, horrified of what I had done. I shot up from my chair and placed my hands over my mouth.
“Oh my God,” I muttered. “I’m so sorry.”
I went to leave his room and cry about the previous minutes, but I was pulled back and onto Shawn’s lap. He pushed my hair out of my face and smiled at me.
“Don’t be sorry,” He said. “What did you think I was about to do?”
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