Shawn Mendes imagines

48- Model

As she walked down the hallway, heels clacking on the floor everyone stepped out of the way. They knew better than to get in the way of Y/N Y/L/N. She was a strict boss but she was very good at her job and it was known that anyone would be lucky to work at her company.

She sat down at her desk, legs crossed as she went over the designs she had made and made a mental note to get some models for the new clothing line.

Just then, her asssistant tentatively walked in with her head lowered slightly. Everyone knew of Y/N's temper when something went wrong and no one ever wanted to be the reason of that.

"Ms. Y/L/N, a few of the models who were supposed to be here today couldn't make it," Her assistant said, making her sigh.

"How many do we have today?" She asked.

"Just one."

Then came the rage, "JUST ONE? HOW CAN WE HAVE JUST ONE MODEL TODAY?"

The assistant flinched but said nothing, knowing better.

"Just send them in."

Then, a gorgeous brown haired man walked in. He had an air of confidence around him as if he knew how handsome he was. She rolled her eyes, reminding herself to take him down a peg or two. She couldn't have any overconfident workers because they would mess up, they alwasy did.

"Name?"

"Shawn Mendes," He said with a large grin.

Her eyes raked down his figure, taking in hiis outfit. She wrinkled her nose at the terrible combination but she also wondered how he made it work.

"You'll do," She said, then turned to her assistant, "Kara, please lead him to the set and give him these outfits." She showed her the clothes on the tablet.

She watched his back as they left and groaned knowing she was going to have to recruit more models. Why did all the models that hse made famous always flake. They always thought they were too good for her clothing line but then they all came running back, they always did.

Luckily, she had been through this enough times to have a few back up models at hand. So, she sent a quick email and waited for them to get here.

About an hour later, when everyone was here and had started modelling seh decided to go check on them and see how they were doing since most of them were new at this. She might be tough but she still cared.

Looking around, she saw good results. For the most, part they were all good enough for the job and they were listening to the photographer which was something experienced models struggled with. They alwasy throught they should be allowed to do whatever pose they wanted even if the pose didn't properly showcase the clothes.

So when she saw the Shawn guy, looking smug and sitting on one of the chairs she immediately assumed he was up to no good.

"Hope you aren't causing trouble," She said with a pointed glare and he jumped up in surprise.

"Of course not, why would I?" He said, trying to play it cool and she scoffed.

"You better not be causing any problems."

"Have some faith in me, Y/N," He said, taking a sip of water.

"That's Ms. Y/L/N to you," She told him.

"I'm older than you though," He said and her eyes widened in surprise. She would have nevr guessed he was over 23. He looked to be about 20 or 21.

"Really? Then how old are you?"

"24."

She looked at him with a blank stare, "You're just one year older and I'm your boss."

"But im older," He argued.

"Still your boss," She said, getting out of her chair since his ten minute break was over. "Back to work, I'll see you later,"

And she did. The next day, he was back at her office even though it was his day off. He was just sitting in her office talking about everything and anything. And for some strange reason, she didn't mind. Infact, she liked having him around. Someone who had the balls to stand up to her, honestly, it was refreshing.

The next few weeks went by in a blur, Shawn was at her office everyday and they were always talking. It was quite a sight to see, the cold boss chatting it up with a model and even smiling. It was a rare occasion.

On this particular day, it was Shawn's off day and Y/N was almost done with her work for the day, meaning she had a few emails to send.

"So, I was thinking..." He started.

"Well, spit it out, I'm not going to bite you," She said witha roll of her eyes.

"I'm kind of afraid you will."

She turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, "What's up?"

"Do you wanna go out to dinner with me?"

"As in, on a date?" She asked and he nodded. "We can't do that. Believe me, I really want to but I'm your boss, it's going to get in the way of a lot of things."

"I could get a job somewhere else-" He said but she cut him off.

"I can't ask you to do that, Shawn. I know this job is important to you. I can't just let you quit so we can go out."

"Y/N, I really don't mind. Especially if I'm gonna get a recommendation from THE Y/N Y/L/N," He grinned.

"Are you just trying to get a recommendation?" She gasped, dramatically.

"Maybee," He said, playing along.

"I've been used."

"C'mon, Y/N," He said, kicking her feet, softly, "Don't you wanna try it out?"

"I do, but what if it ruins our friendship?" She asked, quietly.

"It won't. We'll just be like best friends who have feeling for each other and act on those feelings."

"Fine," She finally replied and he grinned.

Then, he stood up and carefully walked over to her before stopping right in front of her. As he slowly leaned down in front of her she could her breath hitch and her face felt hot. She couldn't figure out why she was acting like a schoolgirl it wasn't her first kiss or anything like that. Her mind was racing but it stopped as quickly as it had began when his lips met hers.

His lips were so soft and they held hers in a soft embrace. She could feel her body melt against his when his fingers softly brushed her cheek. The kiss couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds but to them it felt like a lifetime. It represented a new beginning between them.

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ive had this idea in my head foreverr

also what do we think about the third pov in this??

should i do it more often?

lemme know :D

n e wayss

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for you by why dont we

April 17, 2021

- esther