Shawn Mendes Imagines

He Meets Your Parents/Legal Guardians

"Shawn," you call from the living room. He comes running in, his pants sagging to his knees.

"Yes?"

"First of all, pull your pants up."

He laughs and does as you ask, then plops down on the couch next to you and curiously grins. "What's up?"

"My parents are on their way home," you sigh. "So you'd better leave."

"Y/N," he makes a face. "Why do you always rush me out when your parents are coming?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Why haven't I ever met them?"

You pause. "You have met them, Shawn -"

"No no, not like, as I'm dropping you off from our date and your mom [/legal guardian] comes outside to make sure I parked correctly in the driveway. Not like that, Y/N. Why haven't I sat down for a meal with them and actually got to know them?"

"What, you want to?"

"Yes!" he snaps his fingers, his tone eager. He grabs your hand and encloses it with both of his, locking his excited eyes on yours.

"Please," he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his voice low. "They're your family. And I'm your family. I will always be your family."

You couldn't say no to that. "Okay... I'll tell them tomorrow night. Here. Are you sure you want this?" you question, raising your eyebrows as you sit forward on the white cloth of the couch.

He nods quickly. "I want them to like me. I can't be with you correctly until it's approved by everyone, until everyone sees our relationship the way I do."

"And how is that?"

"Beautiful," he answers without hesitation. "The most beautiful thing I've ever experienced."

He kisses the bridge of your nose and jumps up, grabbing his keys and jacket from the table.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, babe," you yell after him.

He smiles nervously and responds, "and I'll see you."

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"So, Shawn, do you have any siblings?" your mom [/legal guardian] asks as she pokes around her potatoes.

"Yes, actually, a little sister. She's eleven, almost twelve."

"Aw, how sweet. What's her name?"

"Aaliyah," Shawn replies as he takes a drink of his water.

"Oh, that's a lovely name."

"What are your plans with my daughter for the future?" your Dad [/legal guardian] blurts out, glaring at Shawn.

"Y/D/N, stop. He's a nice kid!" Mom whisper-yells as she slaps him in the shoulder.

"Then I should be able to hear his nice plans for my daughter. Where is this relationship going?" he asks to no one in particular, intertwining his own fingers and cracking his knuckles while resting his elbows on the table.

Then he looks right at Shawn, causing Shawn to momentarily panic. You gulp.

Mom sighs and looks over at Shawn sympathetically. "Shawn, you don't have to ans -"

"No, it's okay Mrs. Y/L/N, I don't mind. Really," he turns towards your dad and smiles brightly. "Y/N is like no one I've ever been with before."

Dad clears his throat, paying no attention to his plate full of food and taking advantage of every single moment he had to scrutinize Shawn up and down, keeping track of all the flaws he pulled out of nowhere and pinned to Shawn.

Shawn shoots you a quick look before continuing, "she's crazy and fun and she always asks about my day, and.. she'll let me hold her hand. Sir, she knows my Starbucks order. She's made me realize I'm truly in love with her," he looks over at you again, "and I plan to marry her one day."

At this point, Mom was already looking at Shawn with the most loving, worried look on her face, but she heaves a sigh through her grin and lets out, "Wow. You must love her the way that we do."

"I do," Shawn beams.

"You got a job?" Dad asks.

"Yes, Sir."

"Steady pay?"

"Little too steady."

"And you really love my daughter?"

"More than I love myself or anyone I've ever loved before."

Then he reaches under the table and laces his fingers in yours.

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