Shawn Mendes Imagines

Thanksgiving

You walked in through your boyfriend's front door, shouting out a quick hello to anyone who might be in earshot and could possibly help you with the many dishes you were carrying.

Your mom insisted that since you would be spending this holiday with Shawn's family, you should at least bring a casserole. And with a casserole you have to include mashed potatoes, right? And then Shawn put you in charge of bringing ice and cups on top of all that.

"Hello?" you call out again. "Anyone home?"

There was chattering coming from the kitchen which you would clearly hear from the entry way, but it wasn't quiet enough to allow your voice to be audible.

"Shawn?"

It was a while before you heard, "coming, Y/N," and by then, you were already halfway down the hall.

A neatly dressed Shawn comes running down the hallway to the entry way, wearing a red and black checkered sweater with his hair neatly combed over to one side.

He gives you an apologetic smile before running up to you and grabbing one of the pans from your hands, holding it to his chest as he gives you a quick side-hug and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm sorry, everything is such a mess," he says quietly. "I'm so glad you're here. Everyone is so excited to meet you."

"About that," you laugh, "do you think it's at all weird that I'm meeting your family for the first time on a family holiday? I mean, sure, I've met your parents and Aaliyah and everything, but Thanksgiving-- that's aunts and uncles and cousins... a lot of people. Your whole family."

He lets you finish, before he slips his arm over your shoulder and guides you down the hallway of his house. Two little kids who must have been Shawn's second cousins or something go running past you, playing a game of chase.

"You'll be fine," he says reassuringly. "Everyone will love you, I promise. What's not to love?"

You smile slightly and walk with him down the hallway of his house and into the kitchen, where a large group of people sat around the table or leaned against the wall and they communicated with each other, but you didn't recognize any of them.

You do spot Mrs. Mendes, though, over by the sink where she was pouring a glass of lemonade for one of the kids. You approach her slowly, Shawn already engaging in conversation with someone who must've been his uncle.

"The food smells amazing," you compliment Shawn's mum as soon as you get close enough.

"Oh, thank you, Y/N!" she says cheerfully. She seemed happy, but a little stressed. "I'm glad you could make it. Did you bring something?" She eyes the casserole in your hand.

"Oh, yes, my mom sent this. Where should I put it?"

"I'll take it," she smiles, letting you hand it over before she crosses the kitchen to place it on the island counter full of food. "Sweetie, would you mind finding Aaliyah for me and letting her know we're about to eat?"

You almost didn't realize she was talking to you. "Oh, um, sure."

You shove past people until you were out of the kitchen, running upstairs to Aaliyah's room, the first place you knew to check for her.

"Aaliyah?" you knock on the cracked-open door.

She was sitting on her bed, screwing around on her laptop.

"Hey Aaliyah, everyone's here, your mum wanted me to come get you. We're about to eat."

She looks up at you, confused. "Shawn didn't tell me you were coming."