Shawn Mendes Imagines

Official Groupie

for those of you who have sent requests, please realize I am not ignoring them. I just wanted to publish these first because they've been in my drafts for a long time. I will get to them, I swear! Thank you for being so patient (:

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Your eyelashes slowly flutter as you open them, suddenly seeing the carpet below you. Your head seemed to be hanging off the edge of the bed, though you don't even remember climbing into it.

You didn't have the energy to get up, and all at once you saw clothes and shoes scattered all over the floor like branches after a storm. You saw your converse, your jeans, and your undergarments lying next to a pair of seemingly size 11 denim boots, which were not yours. This wasn't even your hotel room.

You sit up, realizing that yes indeed, you weren't wearing any clothes.

And there was a sleeping body lying next to you, flat on his bare stomach with his face towards you, eyelids closed and dark hair messy.

Suddenly last night's events came flooding in all at once, creating the perfect harmony for your pounding headache. All you could think was Oh god, I had sex with with Shawn Mendes, and it was repeating like a beating drum.

There he was, still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling as his plump lips press tightly together. His hands were close to your waist but still gripping to the loose duvet, and you were too scared to lift it up and risk seeing something you didn't want to, at least while sober.

It only took a second to realize the danger of what you had done.

You had become one of those girls.

One of those girls that Shawn Mendes escorts back to his hotel after a show, then bangs her for pleasure either before or after knowing her name and age, though it doesn't truly matter. Then she leaves before he wakes up.

A one-night stand.

You almost shuttered at the label running through your head. You finally got the chance to meet Shawn, your absolute sunshine, the light of your world, the smile on your face-- and you had to get drunk.

You knew you had to leave before he woke up and things got awkward. But you didn't know how to get out of the bed, where your legs were clearly tangled together, without waking him.

You lean over the edge of the bed again and scoop your clothes into a pile, so you could easily grab them before he sees you.

Then you slowly start to slide out of the bed, thoughts still running through your head rapidly, but you struggle to ignore them. You lift your legs enough to slide out of the grasp of his, but you feel him flinch all of a sudden.

You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut, getting clammed up inside as his brown eyes slowly open to meet yours.

To say that you panic would be an understatement.

He slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes. At first, he looked so confused, you thought maybe he was hungover too. But then he saw you, smiled, and said in a raspy voice, "Hey, Y/N."

He remembered your name. He knew you slept together, he remembered all of last night's events.

He was never drunk.

"I... I h-have to go," You mumble nervously, turning away from him and beginning to dress yourself.

"Why?" You hear him ask from behind you.

His voice was so deep and groggy in the morning, you couldn't believe you were hearing it. God. This was going to be harder than you thought.

"I, uh... "

I'm just a one-night stand.

"I didn't really think you, you know, like, wanted me here," You manage, slipping your t-shirt on over your bra. You finally turn to face him after pulling on your underwear, and see that he was staring.

Shawn Mendes was checking you out.

Sober.

Shawn Mendes had sex with you.

Sober.

"You don't have to go so quickly," He finally says, his tired eyes meeting yours. "I don't even know your phone number."

"Why do you want my phone number?"

He giggles. "Do you want to talk again or are you just using me for sex?"

"I was drunk," You say defensively. "I didn't think this was going to turn into anything. I... I thought it was just a one-time thing."

He looks a little hurt after that, and you immediately wished you could take it back.

"Um, do you want it to be?" He asks quietly.

You widen your eyes. "Of course not, no! I want to be with you, I freaking love you. I thought you didn't, like, feel the same way."

He reaches out, grabbing your arm and pulling you back towards him. He kisses the side of your head and smiles into your skin.

"Y/N, baby," He whispers into your ear, "I would never want you to go. You can officially be my groupie. You know, if you want."

"Groupie slash girlfriend, perhaps?" You turn to face him, your face inches from his.

He smiles again, nodding quickly before pressing his parted lips to yours.

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gross. but morning breath tho