Shawn Mendes Imagines

95: Dressup

Y/N's POV:

"I think I wanna try one on." I pull my lip between my teeth, and my friend's eyes light up.

"Me too. Let's go." She squeals. We begin to pull long evening gowns off of the racks, entirely too excited to try them all on. After grabbing like six dresses each, we make our way into the dressing rooms, grabbing the handicapped stall together since we're best friends, and we're both girls.

I pull the first dress out, admiring the beading along the waist.

"Alright Y/N, help me zip this one up." Y/F/N asks.

"Wow, you get dressed fast." I laugh, turning towards her. I pull up the zipper on her navy gown, then quickly pull mine over my head.
Y/F/N zips it up, and we both go out into the changing room hallway to look in the huge mirror.

"Woah, Y/N, that dress is gorgeous on you." She gasps. I admire the red dress and the way it hugs my figure perfectly. The bedazzled belt sits perfectly on my hips, and the neckline makes a soft scoop.

"To bad I have nothing to buy it for." I whisper, running my hands over the sparkling fabric.

"I doubt that. Prom's coming up." She giggles, nudging me on the side.

"Yeah, but I don't have a date. You do. You should be the one looking for a prom dress." I smile. "And speaking of your dress, I like the style but not the color. I think the black one would look cuter on you."

"Okay, let's go switch 'em out."

"You know what, let me go change back into my regular clothes and then I'll go out there and get one for you." I reply as we shuffle back into the crowded dressing room.

"Are you sure? I think you can still play dress up." She begs.

"I'm positive. And I think you could use a smaller size." I say, pulling off my dress. I help Y/F/N get unzipped, then I throw on my regular clothes and go back out to the dresses.

As I'm walking towards the dress I want for
Y/F/N, I smack into someone.

"I'm so sorry." I mutter, looking up.

"It's no biggie." It's Shawn Mendes. The guy I've had a crush on since we were in second grade.

"Oh, um, hi Shawn." I stutter.

"Y/N," He acknowledges. "Anyways, why all the fancy dresses?" He asks, motioning to the pile of dresses in my arms.

"Oh, well I was going to try these on for fun, but I decided not to. Y/F/N is trying on dresses for prom, so I'm kinda here to help." I tuck my hair behind my ear.

"So you're not getting one?"

"Nah, I don't really have a reason to. No date to prom." I say quietly.

"Really? Well, I would go get the dress for your friend, then you should start looking for a dress too." He grins.

"Wait, what?"

"You just got yourself a date to prom. Text me later. You've got my number."

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A/N:

Okay so hi! This is actually based off of something in my life, cause I went out and just tried on dresses.

QOTD: Which color looks best on you?

AOTD: Olive green