Shawn Mendes Imagines

Talent

Hey!! This one is rushed, so I apologise. And I also apologise for the awful title -__-

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I rested my head on my pillow, softly singing Elvis Presley 'can't help falling in love with you.' The song meant so much to me, as my grandfather used to sing it to my grandmother every night before they went to sleep, before he sadly passed away.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too..." I sang, smiling to myself. I closed my eyes and continued singing.

The sound of feet shuffling made my eyes flutter open in panic, looking in the direction of the door. Shawn, my boyfriend was standing there with a huge smile on his face that was big enough to make his cheeks hurt.

Clearing my throat and turned my head, sitting up on the bed, my cheeks turning a crimson red colour from embarrassment. Shawn had heard me singing.

"Hey." He said smiling, straightening his posture and walking over to the bed.

"H-Hi." I stuttered out. I felt the bed dip next to me where Shawn had taken a seat. Turning my head in his direction, I finally meeting his gaze.

"Come here." Shawn motioned his fingers towards himself. I did as I was told and shuffled closer to him. Once I was close enough, he grabbed me gently by the waist and sat me in between his legs.

"I never knew you could sing." He mumbled into my ear and rested his head on my shoulder.

"That's because I can't." I chuckled lightly and began to play with my hands.

"Yes, you can. You have a beautiful voice. It can make a baby fall sound asleep." He replied, humming in appreciation as I ran my fingers down his arm, which was wrapped around me.

"Wow, that boring?" I smirked.

"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes playfully. "How come you never told me about this secret talent of yours?"

"Ha! Secret talent? I can't sing for shit. I sound like a cat being suffocated." I laughed, even though I was being dead serious.

I heard him sigh after a few seconds of silence, making me turn around in his grip to face him. I gave him a confused look. "Is something wrong?"

"(Y/N), you need to stop putting yourself down like that. You can never see the talent or beauty in yourself, whilst everybody else can. You need to believe me when I tell you that you are talented and full of love." He softly spoke, his eyes searching mine.

I had no words, I was completely speechless. I have never been a very confident person since being bullied in high school. The ugly and fat jokes from other people gotten the best of me.

He then continued. "I understand that you struggle to believe this yourself, but you are beautiful. And I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you realise that." He whispered, cupping my cheek with his large hand and placing a kiss in my slightly chapped lips.

I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me, if that was even possible.

I pulled away, licking my lips to savour the feeling of his lips on mine. "I love you." I smiled down at him.

"And I love you, gorgeous." He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making me giggle like a school kid.