Shawn Mendes Imagines

Song Reference #1 - Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran

Avey/Note (A/N) (I love that)

This has been my fav song for a year now lol and every time I hear it I see a story (!) so I hope you like it too & if not, hopefully you will after reading this (;

Y/F/N = Your Full Name

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Shawn's POV

"Hurry," I say, annoyed, waiting for her to locate her leather clutch in the passenger side of my car. We had to get into the school quickly, since we were already running late for our school's homecoming dance.

"Chill," Y/N simply states, finding it and holding it up as proof while sticking her tongue out.

"Let's go," I ignore her, swinging open my door and racing through the parking lot with Y/N on my heels.

"What's the big hurry?" she asks from behind me.

I tackle the concrete steps and hold open the door for her, where, once we were finally in the dim light of the commons, I could see her better.

Then, and only then, did I notice how wonderful she looked. She had dressed up nicely, styling her hair in a way that it falls on the side of her neck, down her shoulders and back, no hair tie or bobbie pins needed. It was new, and I thought it made her look absolutely lovely. And that dress-- it was low-cut, strapless, dropped to her knees, and silver sparkly, a look only Y/N could pull off.

She must've caught me staring, because she waved her hands in front of my face, laughing. "Are my boobs really that much more interesting than my face? Stop looking at them."

I wasn't looking at them when she said that, but of course after she said that I had to.

"Uhm, Shawn?"

"Sorry. You just... You look really pretty. I didn't have time to look when I picked you up, we were in such a rush. But y-you do, you, uh, you look amazing." I could feel my cheeks heating up with every word I said.

"Thank you," she giggles cutely. "You look nice too. Now come on, let's go dance!"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the double doors that led into the gym, which was dark, with a huge disco ball in the middle and string lights hung everywhere. And crowded, too, and deafeningly loud. She turned around and looked at me, the lights reflecting in her eyes, which said something; like we were alone.

I stepped closer to her, and, even though this wasn't a slow dance, the pace wasn't as fast, so we danced with my hands loosely draped over her hips and her head close to mine. I felt happy that way. I felt like I finally had someone with me to appreciate.

She was an amazing dancer, much better than me. I didn't think we would get separated, but somehow we did. She went off with her real date as soon as he arrived, and I spent most of the night with my friends, and then they asked me to preform one of my songs, but I refused.

It must've been hours before things suddenly got really loud, and people got really annoying, and I got really tired-- so I walked around the dark, empty hallways alone for a while, trying to clear my head.

I heard her quiet voice from behind me, and at first I thought I was imagining it, until I felt hands on m shoulders. She smiles at me as soon as I turn to face her. The window was behind her, the sunset casting her silhouette over me. I couldn't see her eyes, but I could feel her hands, still on me.

"Thanks for driving me," she says after a moment of silence, which I spent looking at her. "Jack was really happy to see me."

"Of course he was," I try to hide my annoyance. "Who wouldn't be happy to see you?"

She smiles again, her voice becoming quiet. "Stop saying things like that."

"Like what?"

She doesn't answer. She just presses her lips together in a curved line and slowly places her elbows on my shoulders, locking her fingers on the back of my neck.

Her dark eyes meet mine, sparking, from the light of the much smaller window on my side, like the Tenerife Sea in the middle of the night.

She softly hummed as we swayed back and fourth, and it wasn't awkward, because I knew right then that even if she didn't feel the same way, I was so, so, so in love with Y/F/N.

She kept blushing and looking down at our feet, and then back up at me, her eyes gleaming as they peered into mine. And I felt a terrible urge to kiss her.

But I didn't. Because I didn't want to ruin anything. She was here with someone else, but I was hers.

In that moment, I knew her.

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