Shawn Mendes imagines

You Get Jealous

Shawn is doing his meet and greet, and you're standing at the back of the room watching girl after girl come in and swoon over your boyfriend. You can't take the feelings of jealousy that are rising within you, so you leave the room, heading to his dressing room to wait for him instead. You try not to think about all the girls who are pushing themselves on him as you're sitting there waiting, but its better than having to watch it all in person.

About twenty minutes later, Shawn storms into the dressing room. You were looking down at your phone when you heard the dressing room door open and slam shut. Shawn is in front of you before you even register anything, and as soon as you look up, he's leaning down and kissing you. You don't mind. In fact you welcome it after seeing all the girls with him, but you're still confused. When he finally backs up, he's breathing hard, and he looks angry.

"What happened?" You ask at the same time that Andrew enters the room.
Before Shawn answers, you hear Andrew say, "Shawn you have to finish the meet and greet."

Shawn is still staring right at you, he runs his fingers through his hair, and you look between Shawn and Andrew, so confused. "What happened?" You ask again.

Shawn kisses you, again, this time lingering until Andrew interrupts, "Shawn!" Shawn finally stands back up, turning his attention to Andrew, but he doesn't reply to Andrew right away, instead he leans down, and tells you, "These lips are yours." He speaks quietly enough that only you hear.

"I know," You reply, searching his eyes for a hint of what could have just happened to have him behaving like this.

"Tell me."
"Tell you what?" You question.

"That my lips are yours." If he didn't seem so serious, you probably would have laughed at him, or asked more questions, but you don't.

"Your lips are mine, baby." You tell him. "You're mine, and I'm yours."

"Okay," He says. "I'll be right back."

When he leaves, you look to Andrew, confused. Andrew is still standing in the doorway, looking unsure. "Andrew, what happened out there?" You ask him, since you hadn't gotten any sort of answer from Shawn.

"I think Shawn should tell you." He says.

"Is it bad?" You ask, just wanting to know and knowing that Shawn can't tell you right now because he's busy with his meet and greet.

"Uh, maybe. It depends on how you look at it."

"Andrew, please, just tell me." You plead, not wanting to have to wait anymore. The way that Shawn was acting in addition to the way that Andrew is responding right now is making you feel anxious and concerned.

"Y/n, I don't think--"

"Andrew, please." You interrupt him. "I can't wait until he's done, and you know you don't want me storming into the meet and greet to talk to Shawn myself." You know you shouldn't threaten Andrew. He doesn't deserve that, but you're getting desperate at this point.

"A girl kissed Shawn." He says, and you inhale a breath, holding it to keep yourself from reacting or freaking out. "Shawn was asking her what pose she wanted and she just went for it. Shawn pushed her away and stormed out. Thats when he came in here. Thats why he was upset. It wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could do. No one expected that. Security escorted her out." Andrew lets all the words tumble from his mouth without even taking a break or a breath.

You feel the anger bubble within you, and you feel hurt for Shawn. You force yourself to breathe. You want to run in there, to take him in your arms, to tell him he didn't deserve that, but you force yourself to stay seated. Andrew told you, and you owe it to him not to do the thing you threatened to do if he hadn't told you.

You cover your face with your hands, just needing a second to process everything. You're pissed. You're angry that someone else kissed your boyfriend. His lips are yours to kiss because you're his girlfriend. But even more than that, even before that, his lips are his. And no one should be allowed to touch him, to kiss him without his consent. Oddly enough, thats what makes you the most angry in this situation. The fact that he doesn't even know this girl, and he never gave her permission to kiss him. He didn't want her to kiss him, and she violated him. That's not fair to him. He doesn't deserve that, you don't care how famous he is.

You're not even finished stewing when Shawn enters the dressing room. You stand up and rush to him, crashing into him and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Baby," You say, holding him tightly. You don't know what else to say or do.

His body molds to yours and he wraps his arms around you. "Andrew told you?" He questions. You nod, "Are you mad?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah, at her." You say. You were never mad at Shawn for any of this, not even for a second. You know that it wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"It's not your fault." You tell him, your heart has already broken for him. You hate that felt like he had to apologize to you when he didn't do anything. You tilt your chin up to look at him, to check if he's okay.

"I only want to kiss you," he mumbles, looking down at you.
"Then kiss me," You quietly reply, and he does.