Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Playground

"Look at our little girl," Shawn says, beaming from ear to ear as we watch our three-year-old daughter slide down the slide at the playground.

Specifically, the playground where we first met.

I vaguely remember that I had scratched my knee while running away from my older sister, and started crying.

My sister didn't know what to do, so she just left me there as I cried.

A boy walked toward me, and crouched beside me.

"Are you okay?" I remembered him saying in his shy voice.

I sniffled, wiping my tears. "It huwts," I spoke, before crying again.

"Don't cry," he pleaded, wiping my tears away. "You're okay," he assured me, smiling.

I sniffled a few times, and he helped me up.

And that was all I remember from when I was about three years old. The next thing I remembered was that my family moving next to his because we weren't able to pay the rent and he had another house next to his actual house. I remember being flabbergasted about that. How could someone own two houses? I used to think.

As the years passed by, we became closer and closer - to the point where we were practically inseparable. And that was when he had to leave.

He had to leave to pursue his dreams of becoming a singer, and he made his dreams come true.

He's the top singer right now, and I can't be more proud of him.

I remember that we had to go through our tough goodbyes when he left for tour and I for college, and we never met for years.

But when I finally met him at one of his own meet and greets, things changed.

Through my college years, I went through depression, and I knew that the only one I could talk to about what I was going through was him. But he wasn't there. And I never thought that he'd be here with me right now.

I remember him asking me out. And I remember our first date. And our first kiss. And after almost two years, our marriage.

And three years later, here we are. Just watching our beloved ball of sunshine play in the playground where we first met.

We've been through a lot. Separation, our own ups and downs, waiting for so long to finally meet each other again.

And I know that he'll always be here with me.

I look at him, noticing that he is looking at me, too. Was he thinking of the same thing? Was he replaying all the memories that have led to this?

"I love you, Y/N. So so much." His eyes are the same brown as the first time I saw them. I know that his features changed, from childish to manly, but his eyes never changed.

"I love you, too, Shawn Mendes. I love you so much and I'm so proud of you," I reply, and soon I feel his lips pressed against mine.
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Hey guys! I'm thinking of making this longer (as in, into a real story). What do you think?

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