Shawn Mendes Imagines

Perfect Imperfections

*Y/n's POV*

It was just getting dark outside as I sat lounging in bed, waiting for Shawn to get back from the studio. I decided to check my Twitter even though a lot of it would probably be from Shawn's fans. There wasn't much going on, just the usual, until a group of tweets got my attention. On one of them there was a picture of Shawn and then a picture of me, saying: "How come Shawn loves her? He's perfect and she's not. He should get someone better like me."

I frowned, reading it over and over before closing my eyes for a minute. It was nothing new, just another jealous fan sending hate at me, and I have to say, I was pretty used to it. 

However, this was a lot harder to just ignore, mainly because they weren't wrong. It wasn't the first time that this question had come to my mind: how can someone like Shawn love a mess of a girl like me? I sighed, opening my eyes again and getting a closer look at the two pictures. The one of Shawn was perfect as always, from a shirtless photo shoot that I had seen many times before and I loved it. But the one of me made me cringe. They could not have chosen a worse picture and compared to Shawn it was like I was on another planet.

Knowing that I should get off social media before I ended up feeling worse, I put down my phone and made my way over to the closet. I changed into one of Shawn's hoodies and let it fall over my leggings, trying to hide all my imperfections. I jumped back on the bed just as I heard Shawn coming inside. In a few seconds, he opened the door and grinned, seeing me, "Hey, baby, I'm home."

Jumping up, I ran into his arms as he kissed me on the lips, "I missed, you even though you were only gone for a few hours."

He pressed his forehead against mine, "Why don't you go lay back down, I've been wanting to cuddle with you."

"Me too," I smiled and he quickly changed into shorts and a t-shirt.

Shawn jumped in bed next to me and pulled me in closer so that the right side of my face was pressed against his chest as we both leaned on the pillows. His eyes were closed as I looked up at him. He had the cutest smile painted on his face and his soft hair fell slightly over his forehead. The definition of perfection, and then there was me...

"Hey, Shawn, can I ask you something?" I whispered and he opened his eyes, continuing to play with my hands.

"Of course, anything," he said sweetly.

I hesitated a little, "How can someone as perfect as you love someone like me?"

"What do you mean, 'someone like you'?" he pulled away a little so he could see me better.

"I mean, how can you love me when I'm nowhere near as good looking as you and a lot of your fans?" I looked down, "How come you chose me when you had so many better options?"

Shawn looked shocked for a couple of seconds before speaking up. "You're joking, right?" he smiled slightly but stopped when I shook my head, "No way, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and nothing could change that."

Looking at him, my eyes full of doubt, I replied, "I don't want you to just say that to make me feel better."

"I'm not," Shawn stared at me purely, "But what you're saying is crazy. I would never want you to be any different. All those other girls have nothing on you because you're perfect." Rolling off the bed, he grabbed my hand, pulling me in front of the bathroom mirror, "Here, I'll prove it to you."

I started to protest a little as he pulled his sweatshirt off of me, leaving me in just my bra and leggings, "Shawn, I don't really want to do this right now." I felt kind of embarrassed, crossing my arms over my chest and covering up the best I could.

"Come on," Shawn held my hands, "I just want you to see yourself how I do."

"Okay," I gave in and faced the mirror.

He put his hands on my shoulders and spoke, "I can't even tell you every little thing that makes you perfect and beautiful because if I did, we'd be here all day. There's the way that your body has curves in all the right places, always making me stare. You're the perfect height and it is so adorable when I can rest my chin right on the top of your head." 

He did just that and I giggled before he continued, "Your hair falls perfectly around your face and it is absolutely beautiful when it blows back in the wind. And when the sun makes it glow with gorgeous highlights."

Shawn brushed a few loose pieces of hair behind my ear and I had never loved him more, "Your hands are so soft and so comforting when they fit perfectly into mine. Your eyes draw me in and it feels amazing to just stare into them. Your lips make me feel like I'm in a dream when I kiss them, there's nothing like it."

With some tears in my eyes, I turned to face him, stepping into his arms. He quietly talked into my ear, "And don't even get me started on your smile. It's the most perfect thing and any good guy would die just to be the cause of it. It shows me how good I have it in life and it always brightens my day because I know that somehow, I have you. The most beautiful girl in the world all to myself."

Shawn held me tight and I didn't move, "Thank you so much, you're the sweetest boyfriend ever."

We stood there together for a little bit longer until he pulled away. "Now that I pointed that out, I think I really need to show you how much I love you," he bit his bottom lip, looking me up and down.

"That sounds like a good idea," I smirked as Shawn pulled off his shirt. Let's just say that it was a fun night.

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A/n: Wow, that was really long and probably cliche, but it's a real feel good imagine with about the closest thing to smut that I can write.

I have two things to say. One is that when Shawn gets a girlfriend, we (the Mendes Army) need to not attack the girl and be jealous because Shawn is not ours and is his own person. And two, always remember that you are beautiful. I know we all hear this a lot, but there's always someone who loves you and you should always love yourself! <3 <3

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---Kaelan