imagines | shawn mendes

not peter

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"y/n! we need you on williams street. Someone called because of noise pollution on 8th level. You'll get the rest information in a sec." Your colleague said over the intercom system.

"Williams street? that's not my usual area. doesn't peter always control this part of the city?" you questioned, resting your elbow on the steering wheel of the police car.

"he's busy! hurry up, okay?" the guy rudely commanded. you sighed and shut the intercom system offline, just for a few minutes.

driving through your usual neighborhood you made it quickly onto williams street and followed the instructions your colleague had sent to you.

apparently there was a house party in one of the condos on eighth floor and the neighbors were mad as hell because of the noise. that had happened a dozen of times in the last few months but the owner had somehow always gotten away.

security stopped you as you wanted to take the elevator upstairs. you identified yourself, explained the situation firmly before you were allowed to go up. it was unusual for you to be alone on a night shift but your colleague was sick and called last minute.

as you reached eighth floor you could already hear the loud music. there was no doubt which condo was the one everyone was upset about. you made it to the door, ringing the door bell before slamming your fists against the door.

no reaction.

you tried again.
and again. just as you rang the bell without interruption the door opened with a thud.
a young man stood in front of you. maybe 1 or 2 years younger than you. he was visibly drunk, if not high and had a confused look on his face.

"you're not- you're not peter." he slurred, finger pointing at you.

"i'm not." you agreed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. so, peter knew this guy?

"mr. mendes, i suppose?" you cocked an eyebrow, well aware that the rebel was the famous singer, shawn mendes. "there has been a complaint about you because of noise pollution. i am here to sort the situation out."

"alright. how much do you want?" he pulled his walled out of his denim jeans pocket.

"excuse me?" you asked puzzled.

"money! how much do you want for you to leave and act like this never happened?" he said as if this was normal.

"you are kidding right? this is manipulation, are you aware of that? i have to ask you to come with me to the police department. please escort your guests out."

"no." he said bluntly.

"mr. mendes, if you are not coming with me i will have to call backup. you don't want bad publicity, do you?" you started to get sassy as his cockiness.

he snickered a laugh before his eyes stared into your soul. what was it about him that every girl was obsessed with him? clearly his personality was a piece of shit.

"oh, so you know who i am." he smirked, leaning against the door frame. "are you sure you're not a stripper?" he bit down his lip.

you cringed, "oh you wanna go that way? fine, that makes attempt of manipulation, officials insult and coercion." you wrote down on your small notebook.

"coercion? when the hell did that happen? you can't do that!" he laughed but you kept a straight face.

"trust me, i can." you leaned closer and whispered.

his tongues ran over his lips as he stared at yours. you quickly distanced yourself again and cleared your throat. he just chuckled.
what an asshole.

"what do you think about this. you come in, have a nice time and we both can get to know each other. i promise it'll be a great night." he winked and opened the door for you to come in.

you thought for a moment. then you smiled, "sure, why not."

he smirked and lead you in. there was a bunch of people spread around the huge living area. some were outside. the smell of alcohol and weed was everywhere and the loud music made your puls increase.

as you reached the middle of the living area you spotted the main speaker. you went over, unplugged it and stopped the loud music. everything went quiet, seconds later everyone groaned and told you to start the music again. you grabbed your police ID card and loudly spoke,

"ladies and gents, please leave this party immediately or you can all follow me to the police department."

people groaned and left comments but all gathered their belongings and left.

the familiar host ran over to you with two drinks in his hands.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"my job."

"this could've been a great night! peter always lets me go with this. come on it's just a little music." he argued. an actually quite adorable face expression set on his features.

"so sorry to break it to you but that's not how it normally works. if you'll excuse me, my work is done here." you pushed last him but he grabbed your wrist and caused you to twirl around. almost landing in his strong arms.

"you caused this epic fail. the least thing you could do is give me some company while i clean up." he winked, grip losing on your wrist.

"no thanks." you slammed your arm away. to your own dismay you considered his offer for a single second.

"i didn't even get your name."

"i don't care what you get or what not." you ironically snorted.

"ohh, sassy. i like it." he stepped closer.

"i'm gonna go." you places your hand on his chest to keep distance and made your way to the door.

"no goodbye kiss?"

"nope."

"will i ever see you again?" he walked after you.

"i hope not." you were about to close his door but he put his foot between the door and the door frame. you sighed, "goodbye mr. mendes. keep your volume down next time and be civil with your neighbors."

"i won't if that increases the chance that i'll see you again, officer."

"you can be grateful that i didn't get you further consequences out of this. goodbye." you closed the door and made your way down, thinking about how glad you were that this situation was finally over and you never had to see that guy again.

if only the universe would do what you wanted.