shawn mendes imagines

truth or dare

I hated parties. I hated the drinking, the mass of sweaty bodies, the crazy amount of cussing, the games, the everything. If it were up to me, I would be locked up in my room, drinking hot coffee and listening to the heavy Seattle rain tap on my window. But Shawn dragged me out to this hellhole, and I couldn't say no to him.

We've been bestfriend's ever since he decided to chop a chunk of my long silky brown hair in Ms. Smith's kindergarten class with his safety scissors, telling me it was "getting all over his desk." I cried the entire rest of that day, but the next afternoon at recess, he handed me a tacky beaded bracelet he made himself with a proud smile.

"I'm sorry for cutting off your hair, y/n. We can still be best friends though!"

I fell in love immediately. I still wear that ugly pink and orange bracelet to this day.

Shawn's been a rock in my life ever since that day, and I couldn't possibly imagine my life without him. He didn't know I liked him more than just a friend, though. No, I didn't like him. I loved him. I knew he would never look at me more than just his best friend. His little sister. That's what hurt the most.

"C'mon y/n! The guys are starting a game of truth or dare," Shawn whispered in my ear excitedly, grabbing a hold of my wrist and dragging me toward the group. Great.

Laur, Matt, Cam, Nash, Carter, and the Jack's were the only familiar faces I saw all huddled in the circle. A few girls that were unfamiliar smiled at Shawn then gave me a look-over when they saw him holding my arm, grimacing. Reason #265 why I hate parties. Rude people.

"Hey Shawn! Hey y/n," they all said when we sat down. Shawn was to my left and Laur was to my right. I smiled at them all, pretending to be happy that I was here, even though I wasn't. Truth or dare never ever ends well. Never.

"Okay, let's go ahead and begin this game shall we. I'll start, " Matt evilly smirked, looking straight at Shawn.

"Shawn. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm. Dare," he mused.

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl
in this room," Matt smiled as all the boys "ohhed."

My heart started to pound as I saw all four girls in the room stare hopefully at Shawn, begging with their eyes that he would choose them. At first I though he was looking at me. After all, he was the only guy to ever have called me beautiful. My hopes got up. I was wrong.

"Easy," Shawn whispered, rubbing his hands together, "Laur."

My heart dropped as Shawn leaned over my crossed legs, Laur copying his movements. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they had a full make out session right in front of my face. Jealousy ran though my veins. My face got red and my eyesight became blurry, but I pushed back my tears and pulled myself together right before they pulled away. Matt must've noticed my reaction because he threw a weird glance my way as the rest of the boys started letting out low whistles and laughs.

"Y/n. Truth or dare," Matt said sternly, looking into my eyes as the boys quieted down.

"But Matt, you just went, its Sh-" Laur started.

"Shut up Lauren," Matt cut her off, "Truth or dare y/n?"

My heart started racing and my throat got tight as Shawn gave me a questioning look. I shrugged and said truth, attempting at playing it cool.

"Do you like Shawn?"

All of a sudden it felt really hot, and everyone's eyes went to Shawn and I.

I chuckled nervously. "Of course I do, he's my bestfriend!" I say, hoping he would drop it by the begging look in my eyes. He didn't.

"No. I mean like more than a friend."

I didn't dare look at Shawn at that very moment. Thoughts were running though my mind at 100 miles a second. Should I just tell the truth? What's there to lose? But what if our friendship is ruined if I say yes?

"Y-Yes," I mutter without really thinking, covering my mouth as soon as I realized what I'd just done. I look straight at Shawn as I say "I'm so sorry" and run off and out of the house.

I sob as my body falls limp against an old tree a few yards away from the house. I tear the old bracelet off my wrist and throw it into the darkness. My cries echo into the night sky, the light from the stars above me illuminating my tear stained cheeks.

"What the hell have I done," I whisper.

"I'm not sure, but I'm glad you did it," a familiar voice said. Shawn.

"Shawn?" I said, not sure if it was really him.

"Yeah," he whispered as he finally came into sight, crouching next to me, pulling my weak body into his grasp.

"How'd you find me?" I questioned, annoyed at how he's acting so casual about this. Like nothing just happened.

"I know you."

My heart skipped a beat.

The words came out tense, almost like they had hurt him to say them. "Uh, you dropped this," he says as he places the bracelet into my lap. I coughed awkwardly.

He looked so pretty under the moonlight. His caramel brown eyes gleamed, and a red tinge covered his pale cheeks because of the cold. I noticed he was wearing the outfit I got him for his 16th birthday last month. A maroon sweater with dark wash jeans. He looked amazing.

"So, you like me?" He bit his lip, slightly smiling, a humorful look set in his eyes. He had this way of making everything lighthearted, and almost less awkward. It was one of the things I loved about him.

I punched his shoulder, and let out a tired laugh. I looked right in his eyes.

"Yes, Shawn. Ever since you gave me this ugly ass bracelet, I couldn't even think of anything or anyone else but you. I'm fucking in love with you," I say exasperatedly, shaking my head back and forth as if I couldn't believe it myself.

"Y/n," Shawn's raspy voice broke the silence.

"Wh-"

Whatever I was just about to say was cut off by his soft pink lips pressing against my small chapped ones. He cradled my head in his hands, running his fingers through my long hair. I was in pure bliss. I pulled back after a minute.

"What about Laur?" I croaked, reality hitting me with full force. I scoot back a little bit.

"I was trying to make you jealous.." Shawn trailed off, looking down guiltily.

"Oh. I guess it worked."

"You know, I still remember exactly where I cut your hair," he looked at me with a sly smile and I broke out in laughter.

I felt his thumbs wipe away the remains of my tears and I froze.

"I love you too, y/n. Ever since you accepted my ugly ass bracelet and wore it despite its uglyness."

"Uglyness isn't a word," I joked, bringing my face closer to his.

"Shut up smart ass," he chuckled, our noses now touching.

"Make me," I dared.

"I guess I'm just gonna have to, y/n," he accepted, crashing his plump lips to mine once more.

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