Steal My Girl
> Please give me some feedback on this, been debating posting it for like two days. Let me know if you liked it.
He met Y/n when they were young kids. He knew from the instant that he met her that she was gonna be the most special person in his life. The way her smile could make his day go from shit to kind of okay. She gets to him in ways no one else can.
She been my queen, Since we were sixteen, We want the same things, We dream the same dreams
“You ready?” She asks walking out of their shared bedroom.
She’s in a black rock tee shirt, dark blue flare jeans, hair teased and curled, make up done.
He locks eyes with her for a second and smiles, her returning the favor.
“Yeah, you look amazing babe.” He places a small kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks, you look great too.” She says, unbuttoning that top button on his shirt. He tenses at her touch. Goosebumps rising on his skin as if he’s cold, but it’s 80 degrees out.
They were headed out to a Nick Jonas concert, meeting a few of his buddies there. He got tickets from the label, and they get to go back stage to see him after the show.
Nick and Shawn are friends, have been since they met through the label. It’s a unspoken agreement to support the others on the label. They’ve worked together for a brief time, when they happened to be in the same place at the same time.
She’s never gotten to meet Nick, she met Demi a few months back at an award show, but she didn’t get to meet Nick. She’s screaming on the inside, she’s a huge Nick fan. Has been since she was a kid and watched his shows on The Disney Channel.
She’s trembling with excitement when they are walking to their seats, meeting up with Shawn’s friends and their girlfriends.
“Y/n looks like she is about to pass out.” Mike jokes as the lights start to dim.
“Shut up, I’m the biggest Nick fan.” She says over the bass that starts blaring though the old speakers. The floor starts to shake and the screaming gets louder. The lights are flashing making their senses act up.
Shawn watches her, watches as she sings along to the songs, dances to the beat, laughs with his friends. She fits into his world, and does everything she can to have his world fit into hers. She’s the most perfect person for him, and he couldn’t be more happy that he has her.
He knows that he has her support no matter what. She was his before he got famous and she’s still his now that he is. He knows that he has a safe place with him always, as she would always be by his side.
But he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches her smile at the stage. She’s swaying along to the song. He needs her to look at him to remind him that she’s his. Like she reads his mind, turns and looks at him from over her shoulder.
“Gonna hold me Mendes?” She says, winking.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, he steps forward and wraps his arms around her from behind. He nuzzles his nose into her hair and inhales deeply. She smells like home, he can’t quite describe her scent other than that it reminds him of the candles his mom used to light when he lived at home.
She’s leaning back and resting her hands on top of his, his resting on her stomach. She’s still singing along, but now she’s smiling because the words remind her of Shawn.
Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me
Their backstage now, in a room with a group of people. Mostly people from the record company, and a few other up and coming artists.
He can’t help but notice how most of the men, dateless or not, watch his girlfriend. How she holds herself, how she smiles, how she laughs, how she wins playing beer pong with a few others.
He’s watching her from across the room as one of the guys from the beer pong game starts to inch his way closer to her. She’s backing up just as much as he’s coming closer, and when he bends down to whisper in her ear she shakes her head no and says clearly,
“I have a boyfriend.”
Shawn smiles and knows that he doesn’t have to step in because she can hold her own, but for the hell of it he leaves the conversation he was having to go tell this guy to fuck off.
“Hey.” He says tucking his left arm around Y/n’s waist, extending his right hand out to shake the other guys hand. “I’m Shawn.” He says grinning evilly.
“Zac.” The other guys says, cowering. He shakes Shawn’s hand and tries to hold back his wince when Shawn squeezes to hard. Crushing the bones in Zac’s hand.
“Zac, this is Shawn, my boyfriend.” Y/n says with a small smile on her face.
“Yeah I got that.” He grumbles rubbing his hand.
“Maybe you should go find another girl to hit on, this one’s taken.” Shawn says passive aggressively, that way if anyone was watching them it would be seen as a normal conversation.
Zac nods his head and rushes away from them, shaking out his hand.
“A bit much don’t you think?” She giggles up at her boyfriend.
“Think I broke his hand.” Shawn says watching Zac try to open and close his hand repeatedly.
All she does is laugh and hide herself into Shawn’s side. He laughs too and kisses the top of her head. She smiles and then leans up to connect their lips.
Kisses like cream, Her walk is so mean, And every jaw drop, When she’s in those jeans
They pull away and she looks over at the ping pong table.
“Geoff and Mike wanted me to tell you to join us for a game of beer pong.” She says noticing how Mike and Geoff were waiting.
“Okay.” Shawn says smiling. “How about I get you a drink, and meet you there. And try not to get hit on by some random guy on your way over.” He teases.
“Not my fault.”
“True, you can’t help how beautiful you are.”
“Cheesy.” She laughs pushing his shoulder towards the bar.
She walks away, hips swaying. He can’t help but just stare at her, well him and every guy she walks by. The others just gawk at her ass, while Shawn smirks knowing that that ass they were looking at was his. Chuckling at the fact that he bought her those jeans because he knew they would make her ass look great.
He goes up to the bartender and orders drinks for his group, returning to them cheering as he hands the drinks over.
They play a few games of beer pong and Shawn just watches as she beats his ass. She’s on the other team and with the rate that their playing, he’ll be drunk before the game is even over.
But the lights dim. and her smile glows. The sun is setting behind her and her eyes have this sparkle that twinkle when she looks over at him telling him to
He laughs and does as told. Winking at her blushing face over the rim of the Solo cup.
I don’t exist, If I don’t have her, The sun doesn’t shine, The world doesn’t turn
Her hair framing her face, the way her face lights up when she smiles. He swears he could write a thousand songs about her. About her eyes, about her smile, about her lips. Those sweet lips that are colliding with his.
The soft moan that escapes her mouth as he pulls her a little closer.
“Ready to go home?” She whispers.
“You didn’t even really meet Nick.” Shawn says looking around.
“Why do I need a Nick Jonas when I have a Shawn Mendes to take me home?” She quirks an eyebrow. Shawn smirks and kisses her again. Harder this time.
It’s him moaning softly when she pulls away. He let’s his hand slide down to the globe of her ass, squeezing lightly.
“Gonna take me home Mendes, or do I need to find Zac.” She teases starting to move from his hold.
“Come here.” He says pulling her back, making her collide into his chest.
She’s laughing, trying to contain her giggles, but the alcohol in her system is making her feel light and happy.
Shawn takes her hand, leading her out of the room, towards the car they ordered. He would love to take her out for a midnight drive, but they’ve been drinking and she just wants to go home.
Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me
Her make up is gone. Her hair is in a messy bun, her glasses are sliding down her nose, and her lips are sealed to her coffee mug. She’s wearing his ‘Take Me Home’ shirt with her PINK booty shorts. Her bare feet are cold as they stand on the freezing hardwood. The tattoo on her ankle on full display.
She’s humming a Nick song, one that had been stuck in her head from the concert they saw earlier. Her hips are swaying a bit as Shawn watches her from the living room.
She shows no trace of sitting in the VIP section at a Nick Jonas concert. No trace of meeting Nick Jonas. No trace of partying with some of the biggest names in the music industry.
She’s just Y/n.
She’s just Shawn’s Y/n.
He loves that he gets this part of her. No one get’s to see when she’s tipsy and trying to sober up a bit so she won’t have a hangover in the morning. No one gets to see her purple glasses, or her face free from any trace of make up.
She’s just his girl. Relaxed and free.
He can’t help to think that over the billion people in the world, he wouldn’t rather have anyone else sleep next to him every night, have anyone else to wake up next to. He just wants her.