Shawn Mendes Imagines

52. Photograph

A/N : quite important announcement at the end of the chapter. Enjoy !

They've been in the exact same position for more than 15 minutes. It just feels so right, so peaceful. They don't need anything else right now, they have each other. She needed this in particular. It has been a rough period for her lately, but now that he is here for her, everything seems better. Feeling him just right against her was her reassurance, her comfort. She is, and has always been, so grateful for him.

Her head is resting against his chest, and her tummy is pressed against his side. Her right arm is laying over his abdomen, and her index is tracing random patterns on his soft pale skin. Sometimes, it tickles him, and she can feel it, but he would never ask her to stop. He likes how he can feel her exhale steadily against his bare chest. He likes smelling the delicate scent of her hair. He just likes all this and wouldn't dare ruin everything because of some tickling.

For his part, he's just laying here on the bed, enjoying the warmth of her naked body radiating against him. His arm is over her accessible shoulder, his calloused fingers gently caressing her skin.

None of them is speaking, they content themselves with the simple sound of their steady breathing. It's only 8 o'clock, and the street right below the giant window is pretty quiet. She loves this place. It makes her feel like home even if it's technically not hers. But what she likes about this apartment is that she can recognize his tastes everywhere. The soft colors of the walls, the perennial plants dispatched in every room, the vanilla smell floating in the air. That is cleary his signature.

As her fingers approach the small patch of hair covering his sternum, the urge to say those words becomes more and more intense. But is it the right time to tell him ? Is there even a "right time" ? Anyway, her mouth is faster than her brain, and it's already too late.

"Thank you."

It wasn't louder than a whisper, and Shawn, who was slowly falling back asleep, almost didn't hear her.

"Thank you ? For what ?" His half sleepy state is clearly noticable in his moring voice, and his hooded eyes looking down at her fight to stay open.

She continues to play with his skin, thinking about what she's about to tell him. He already knows everything, but she just needs to tell him again.

"For liking my body." The intimate moment they've both just shared proved it once again.

Shawn's gaze immediately turns softer. He knows. He knows she's been hating and struggling with her body since her puberty. She has never been proud of it or confident. She constantly tries to, but she just can't. He knows how much she hates her wide hips, her thighs or her tummy. She sees fat all over her body and feels bad for that. She wishes she could be like those Instagram celebrities. Another things that Shawn knows is that all thoses thoughts are only in her mind. She just can't see her real self, she only has this biased image.

"Y/N, I-"

"I know what you're going to say, Shawn. We've already talked about this a thousand times, and I'm sorry about that. But-"

"But you still can't believe what I tell you every sigle time, I know..."

They both stay silent for thirty seconds, Shawn not knowing what to say to reassure her anymore, and Y/N blaming herself for bringing this back again.

After some reflection, Shawn simply leans forwards to kiss the top of her head and brushes his fingers through her hair right after.

"I love you." He finally mumbles, his lips still pressed against her head. "And I love your body."