Shawn Mendes Imagines

Picking Out Clothes

Shawn ~
"Y/N!" I called out for her name as I browsed my closet. I have to get ready to meet up with my manager to discuss dates and etc. for my American tour. Do I dress casually? Do I dress in a suit? Business casual? Ugh, I might be overthinking this, but I don't want to seem like a complete idiot when I see him.

"Yeah babe?" She waltzed into the closet, hair flowing down her shoulders. I started to talk before I could let myself get lost in her eyes. "Um... I need some help picking out clothes." I turned to the hangers of clothes and inspected each one. "Ok." She answered with a cute giggle at the end. She held a hand on her left hip and used the other to get a feel of the shirts.

I turn my back to her to look at the pants and shoes. Do I even begin looking there on the account that I don't even know what shirt and/or jacket I'm going to be wearing yet ? To be honest, I think I'll just reschedule. No it's not because of this, well this is a factor, but I just feel so stressed out over this tour that this past months haven't even gotten one day off. It's messing my brain up. I haven't had much alone time with y/n either. I can see that she's being affected by this tour as well. Although, I do need to discuss your plans and such with Andrew. I guess that would have to be soon.

"Shawn!" Y/N called out as I turned around to see her. She has both hands on her hips, strutting around in her white t-shirt and my black suit jacket thing. I don't know what it is called, bit you get the gist of it. And she took off her pants. What the hell? I mean.... Like.... I'm not complaining.... Although it is weird.

"How did you change so fast?" I asked her as she twirled around in my clothes. "I just undress really fast and get dressed really face. It's actually quite weird." I laughed at her innocence as she wrapped her arms gently around my neck. I dropped my hands to her waist as her hands played with my hair.

She leaned in towards my lips before stopping. "Don't you have to be somewhere?" She asked as she took some lint of my shirt to kill time. "I'm not going." I replied as I pulled her in closer. "Are you sure?" She asked once more. "Yes. I just want to be here right now, with you." I rubbed her back.

She smiled and giggled as she curled my hair. I held onto her jacket and pulled her closer until her lips met mine.