Shawn Mendes Imagines

10. VMA's

Y/N's perspective

"Hey, Y/N and Laurie ! We need your help, Clive ditched us and now, it's out of control. The show starts in less than an hour, and three celebrities aren't done yet. Hailee Steinfeld needs to have her hair and her make-up fixed, Lorde needs help to dress up, and someone must curl her hair, and Shawn Mendes has to have his hair done." Stef, my boss, informs me and my colleague.

"I finish with Khalid, and I'm free." Laurie replies as I blend Julia Michaels' make-up one last time.

"Good. Laurie, you'll go for Hailee. Y/N, you'll do Mendes' hair. I'll see to Lorde." My superior instructs us.

I set Julia's make-up with a bit of setting sray and put some hair lacquer in her hair. Ok, everything is done.

"Here you are. You look stunning." I compliment the singer as I put my brushes and products back in my beautycase.

She thanks me before leaving the room, probably to put her dress on.

"Laurie, I'm done here. I'll see you later."

She smiles at me and nods before looking back at what she was doing with Khalid's hair.

I walk in the huge busy hallway, being jostled by some people who are in a hurry. I make it to one of the dressing rooms and check the name on the little sign next to the door, making sure it's the right room.

I knock on the door and soon after, I hear someone telling me to come in.
As I open the door, I see three people in the small room, including the celebrity. I assume one of the two other men is his manager, and the other one is just a friend or something.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm your hair dresser and make-up artist for tonight." I introduce myself.

Shawn looks at me through the reflection of the mirror he's sitting in front of.

"Great. I thought they forgot about me." He chuckles slightly, showing his perfectly aligned teeth.

I smile back at him and walk towards him, putting my stuff on the counter, in front of the both of us.

"Ok, Shawn. We're going to check if the band is ready. We leave you with the pretty girl, hoping she can do something nice with your hair." The oldest man speaks.

"Ok, no problem. Oh, Andrew ! Can you ask Zubin if he can check my guitar ? I totally forgot..." The brown haired guy asks to the fancy dressed man.

He nods in response before closing the door. I can finally start doing my job here. I grab my concealer, powder, and some brushes from my beautycase.

"Ok, I'll start with your make-up. Just to conceal the little imprefections and make your skin look less shiny in front of the cameras." I tell him, gently lifting his chin with my index to reach his face more easily.

"I know, I have a terrible skin. Stress..." He explains, maybe a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, don't worry. I've seen worse in my career." I laugh.

I put some concealer on his face, and my hands start to shake as I make a quick eye contact with him. He's pretty intimidating... I look away and start to blend the product with my beauty blender. Then, I grab my big fluffy face brush and my powder, setting what I did.

"May you close your eyes, please ? The powder is very volatile." I ask kindly.

His honey orbs quickly disappear behind his eye lids as he nods. While he can't see me, I take advantage of it and stare at him. His defined jawline, his plump lips, the little scar on his cheek. God.

"Ok. Make-up, done. Let's do something with your hair now." I say as I walk behind him.

"Wow, you have a lot of hair." I giggle softly.

He chuckles, running a hand through his dark locks.

"I know... It's a real mess."

I run my hand through his hair too and think about something I could do. A minute or so later, I come up with a great idea.

I take a lot of different hair products out of my case and find what I need. I put some gel in my hand and start to style his hair. After a long time, I finally manage to have a perfect hair style for him.

"Ok, I'm done." I say as I put my hand off of his soft curly and now less messy hair.

He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles. Actually, I just put his hair back, a bit to the side, bringing back a vintage classy look.

"Oh, wait." I say as I notice a little spit curl.

I try to brush it to the back with the rest of his hair, but I fail. Whatever, it's still cute anyway.

"Damn, you're talented ! You managed to turn my curly mess into a masterpiece." He compliments me, looking like a little child.

"I think your 'curly mess' is kind of cute." I smile shyly, immediately feeling my cheeks redden and regretting what I said.

He gives me a closed mouth smile through the mirror and a confident yet soft glance.

"I think your face is cute too."

Ok, that's it. I'm probably as red as a tomato.

"H-Hmm ..."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He apologizes almost in the second.

"Oh, that's ok. It's just that I'm not used to get compliments from celebrities." I look away quickly.

A knock on the door breaks the awkward silence which is now filling the room.

"Mr.Mendes, ten minutes before the red carpet." A guy with a crew pass says and closes the door right after.

"Well, thank you, Y/N. You're amazing." Shawn says as he stands up from the seat.

"Good luck for the show." I tell him, cleaning my fingers and hands with a wipe.

He thanks me with a nod and fixes his clothes one last time, looking at himself in the mirror. Before he opens the door, he turns around and opens his mouth to speak.

"Hmm... Excuse me to be that direct, but can I take you out on a date ?" He asks with flushed cheeks.

"I-I... Oh, hum... Yes !" I stutter, completely surprised.

"Deal. See you later." He winks at me and leaves the room.

Ok. Shawn Mendes wants to go on a date with me.

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Holy shit ! He looked so good yesterday ! Look at this picture 😍