Shawn Mendes Imagines

systematic p a r t 2

Omg nothing makes me more angry when people correct me on wattpad like yes I know I fucked up you don't have to remind me thank u...

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I looked at Shawn with wide eyes. He walked backwards to his car blowing a kiss to me. I turned to my dad looking at him as my mouth hung low.

"Dad I'm so sorry" I tried to speak but he slammed the door in my face.

Tears began to fall down my face as I felt my chest burning. I opened the door and headed into my room. I slammed the door shut, jumping on my bed, embracing the pillow Shawn was laying on. His scent still lingering on it. I heard tapping at my window and quickly ran over to see what it was. Shawn was standing there with a bouquet of red roses wearing his leather jacket. 

"Baby girl, I'm sorry" he smiled.

"Why are you sorry, my dad's the asshole" I giggled sniffling a little.

He began to climb up the ladder that was sitting on the side of my house. I smiled as he hopped into the window. He embraced me into a hug and sighed.

"I'm really sorry about today" he said in the crook of my neck.

"It's not your fault Shawn" I said shaking my head.

"But I feel like it is baby girl, I'm such a bad influence on you and your dad hates me" 

"Well maybe we can change his point of view of you" I smiled.

He smiled back and nodded. He pecked my nose and continued to hug me.

"How bout you come over for dinner tomorrow?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

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"Daddy please be nice" I said pushing down my black dress.

"I'll try, good thing your mother's not here" He replied sighing.

I nodded and smiled.

"Okay" I replied fixing his tie.

The doorbell rang and I quickly walked over to answer it to a well dressed Shawn. His hair pushed into a quiff, his button down pressing against his muscles.

"Oh fuck" I mumbled to him.

"Good evening y/n, Mr. y/l/n" Shawn smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

We walked over to the table sitting comfortably in our seats.  We ate our dinner as my father's glare turned softer and softer each moment. 

"Daddy will you pass the salt?" I asked and smiled as I set my napkin on my lap.

My father and Shawn both reached for the salt. Oh, my, fuck.