Shawn Mendes Imagines

My girl

So, I had so many requests to make another jealous imagine, so I made one!
Hope you like this! ❤️

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Me and Shawn were at a restaurant, since it was our 2 year anniversary. I've never felt so happy and loved by him, he's the best boyfriend I could ever wish for.

"Are you ready to order?" A young man asked with a bored expression, holding a note pad and pencil in his hands.

"I'll have a water, thanks." Shawn smiled sweetly, and the man noted it down before turning to me.

The man with Wesley written on his name tag, glanced up from his notepad, and his eyes went wide once we made eye contact.

"Uh- and you, beautiful?" He gulped rather loudly, his eyes scanning my whole face.

I smiled at his reaction, and just as I was about to speak I was quickly interrupted.

"She'll have the same." Shawn spoke harshly with his jaw clenched. What's his problem?

"I'll be back with your drinks soon." Wesley said sweetly, completely blanking out Shawn's bluntness.

"What was that about?" I asked confused.

"Oh please, He was all over you." He mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's called being friendly, Shawn..." I laughed.

He was just about to reply, when Wesley arrived with our drinks, and placed them both on the table.

"Here you go." He spoke, before adding. "I'm Wesley, by the way." He smiled, directing it towards me.

"(Y/N)." I returned the smile, and his smile grew even wider.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He winked cheekily.

I heard a scoff come from Shawn, and he picked up his coat, standing up from the table. "That's it, we're going."

He took ahold of my wrist and pulled me up from my seat, dragging me away from the table.

"Shawn, what the hell?!" I whisper yelled, once we had reached the entrance of the restaurant. I had managed to escape his grip, which made him stop also.

"He was flirting with you! Didn't he get the hint that you were taken?!" He raised his voice and gestured to himself.

"He was just being nice!" I replied, crossing my hands over my chest.

"Yeah, nice my ass." He scoffed.

"Stop being so jealous." I rolled my eyes. "Of course he knew I was taken!"

"You know, I don't think he got the hint." He mumbled. "So I'm gonna make sure he does."

He grabbed ahold of my face and smashed his soft lips to mine. I tried to fight back and pull away, but it was too resistible.

I grabbed the back of his hair, and moved my lips against his. God, kissing Shawn was one thing I could never get sick of.

He pulled away, and glanced back into the restaurant to see if Wesley was looking, which he was. He glanced at us, and rolled his eyes, turning away.

"Now he knows your my girl." He smirked, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I rolled my eyes playfully in reply.