requested// imagine where you and Shawn visit your childhood home to meet your parents and there is a poster of him on your bedroom wall
author’s note// hey guys for once in a friggin blue moon i kinda like a request!!
You met Shawn by complete and utter chance. The chance was that your older sister had decided to take you to Paris for your senior trip. Well, it was in the summer after you had graduated, but it still counted as your senior trip, and you weren’t arguing. You were going to Paris, for crying out loud!
You expected to see some cute French boys, hoping to make out with some French boys, as you had just broken up with your long term boyfriend because he was moving away for college, and he didn’t want to do the long distance thing.
You met a cute boy, that’s for sure. He was just Canadian instead of French. Shawn was filming part of a music video for “There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back.” His features caught your eye, but you instantly knew he was famous. You hated to admit that you were actually quite the fan, and even went to one of his concerts some years ago. You saw him with a girl, seemingly his girlfriend, and thought you had seen something you weren’t supposed to see. You thought that Shawn was the biggest douchebag you had ever met when he came over to try and hit on you. You almost threw your drink in his face, non-alcoholic since your sister refused to buy you an actual drink.
“Wait no calm down!” He stifled a chuckle, holding his hands up, seemingly incredibly embarrassed from the scene you had just caused in the middle of an outdoor restaurant. “I’m not dating her, I’m actually filming a music video and she plays my opposite. Not anything serious you can ask her yourself if you want.” He chuckled, and you fell deep in. Shawn told you he was there for the rest of the week, and oddly enough, so were you. The rest of that week, you were with Shawn.
Your sister, of course, only minded for a couple of hours until she found herself a European bar tender whose muscles would put football players to shame. It felt like it was a whirlwind, and Shawn even tried to suggest to his producers you be the leading lady in this music video. Of course, they turned him down in rather a hurry, knowing it would cause an uproar in his fanbase. The whole week was a complete dream, Shawn taking you places all around Paris, the romance was absolutely indescribable. You felt yourself falling into an intense and deep love for some pop singer you had just met only days ago. He took you to restaurants, he took you to the top of the Eiffel tower, he took you everywhere you had dreamed to go with a man such as himself. You basically soared around on pure infatuation, and you never wanted it to end. He never wanted it to end.
“Come with me.” He had whispered in your ear as you were tangled together in his hotel room, completely exposed to one another, only the moonlight illuminating the room.
“I can’t.” You tangled your fingers with his sloppily, pulling his fingers around, taking in every curve of his skin, every wrinkle of his body. “Come home with me.” You suggested, almost emptily. You never in a million years expected to hear this word come out of Shawn’s mouth at a moment such as this one, and agreeing to something almost absurd.
“Okay.” He buried his head in your hair, peppering kisses across your neck.
“What?” You raised your voice, almost destroying the quiet beautiful mood that had been created in this penthouse hotel room Shawn had been staying in, and you had been staying in, during his stay in Paris.
“I’ll come home with you. I can only stay for a few days, but I will and maybe then you can come with me or something we will make it work, honey I promise.” With those absolutely heart wrenching words, you crashed your lips into his. After that, the romantic mood was put back into the room.
Shawn was going to come home with you. Shawn was going to meet your parents. Shawn was going to see your house. The idea put your stomach in knots, though other things helped with that as well.
The next morning came, both of your bags packed, and an extra ticket back to your home state. You had no idea how he had scored it, and though it was no where close to your seat, he had gotten a ticket on a sold out flight. The entire flight was spent you losing all of the shit you had in your body over the fact that your possible boyfriend was about to meet your family after one week together. How in the world do you explain to your parents that you met a freaking pop star in the midst of a trip with your sister. Of course your sister was crying about the man she had seemingly ‘fallen in love’ with that bartender and she called your mother, asking if she could stay, and she had said no because you were still only seventeen and couldn’t get on a plane without a legal adult, and though you vouched for Shawn counting, it was still a no.
Of course, it was a hassle getting Shawn on here without his security or his manager, since they were to meet him to pick him up to get back on tour. It was going to be incredibly hard going out and being with Shawn without the extensive amount of security.
The real hassle was getting off of the plane. Your sister was moping next to you as you scurried to the front to make sure you met up with Shawn in time. You quickly slid your hand into Shawn’s, your fingers tangling around one another. He had to look down, his hood pulled up so he could disguise himself, making sure no crazed girls recognized him and tried to kill you. It would honestly be a threat against your life if you held Shawn’s hand in public.
“I’m nervous.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear as you made your way down the skinny hall, your sister grumpily trailing behind the two of you. He gave your hand a tiny squeeze and leaned over, having to crouch just a little bit too, since you were a good bit shorter than him.
“Don’t be.” He pressed a tiny kiss on your temple, and you heard your sister start to make faux vomiting noises. “It’ll be just fine, I promise. I’ll behave.” He growled a little bit, jokingly mainly.
“My parents aren’t home.” You nudged him, you yourself halfway joking. Your parents weren’t home. Your mom and dad would be at work until dinner time, you had both known that. Of course, it hadn’t been a prominent issue before, but now it put a pit of excitement in both of your stomachs.
“Well in that case, we better hurry back.” Shawn actually growled this time, and you were almost certain that this time he wasn’t even a quarter joking. He picked up the pace, making sure you got your bags and you were out of that airport and in your sister’s car in a matter of almost seconds. Well, obviously not, but that is exactly what it felt like. You felt Shawn’s hands trailing up and down your thigh, and your skin started to ache for his touch.
“Shawn.” You warned when his hand was trailing too high for your liking just yet. He threw his hands up in defeat almost. He wasn’t one to push you further than you were open to, but you physically could not wait until the two of you got home. You had two whole hours, since you had physically begged your sister to go visit a friend or something until your parents got home. It only cost you your next paycheck, but it was worth it. Oh, hell it was going to be worth it.
The second you got home, you both didn’t bother to get your luggage, knowing your sister would be back in a couple of hours.
“Don’t fuck each other too hard.” Your sister grumbled, pulling out of your driveway and off to her best friend’s house, probably to go on and on about that bartender guy for what would feel like years. But that was no longer your issue, you grabbed hold of Shawn’s hands and you basically sprinted inside the house, and you were instantly pressed against a wall, Shawn’s lips attached to your neck, most likely leaving dark marks on your skin.
“Shawn.” You groaned, tilting your head back. You were nervous almost, but the nerves melted away as you felt his hands travel underneath your shirt.
“Can we go up to your room? I really want to see it.” He mumbled against your skin, his teeth nipping at the skin, causing shivers to run through your body. You grabbed his fingers and laced your fingers with his and led him upstairs, him trailing excitedly behind you. The moment you stepped into your bedroom, Shawn didn’t really take much time to look at you room before he pushed you down onto your bed, his lips attaching themselves to the other side of your neck since the other already had numerous bruises forming. You let out soft moans as his hands traveled around your body, yours holding firmly to his torso. After a while, his lips completely left your skin.
“Shawn.” You whined, your body beginning to ache again. Much to your surprise, you felt Shawn start to chuckle on top of you.
“Hey, sweetie?” He let out another giggle, which was so out of character for him.
“What?” You sighed, running your hands up and down his sides.
“Is that a poster of me on your wall?” He lost it in a fit of laughter, and you instantly felt your cheeks redden. You had completely forgotten that you had hung that poster up some months ago and you could barely breathe. “That’s adorable.” He added after some silence and him noticing how incredibly embarrassed you were.
“Oh, fuck off.”
author’s note// Y’ALL I FUCKING SAW SHAWN TONIGHT HE WAS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HE SANG LIKE AN ANGEL I AM SO LUCKYY I HAVE SEEN HIM ON EVERY TOUR BLESS UP I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF