Shawn mendes imagines

Short

"Shawn, I'm so short," I said, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. Shawn had invited me to be his date on the red carpet and I had- after completely forgetting how stupid I looked next to him- agreed.

"And? What does it matter?" He asked, fixing his tie from the other side of the room, not paying attention.

"I look stupid when we take pictures together and there's going to be so many paparazzi around and so many pictures taken and I don't think I can really handle tomorrow when I go through Twitter and see how bad I look in all of them. I think it's best that I just don't go."

"Y/n, you could never look stupid. In fact, you could never look anything but perfect," he assured me, abandoning his tie to stand beside me in front of the mirror.

"Look at me Shawn," I exclaimed, pointing to us, "I look so small even with these giant heels on!" I sighed, turning away so he wouldn't see the tears beginning to form in my eyes. With any other party you could simply say that I was overreacting but this was a celebrity event. I couldn't get away from the inevitable: pictures were going to be taken and I wasn't going to like it one bit. Any situation is a struggle when you're insecure but it gets 10x worse when there's a camera everywhere you look.

"Wait, is that why you're wearing them?" He asked, pulling at my arm to get me to face him. I nodded. "I wondered why because usually you never wear heels to anything! Y/n if you aren't comfortable in them shoes then don't wear them. Trust me, you're just paranoid- nobody could care less about your height when you're so beautiful in general. The only thing they'll be interested in about you is the fact that you're my girlfriend because we've never made it official and suddenly I'll be holding your hand and kissing you right in front of everybody."

"Hey! Who said anything about kissing me in front of everybody?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Well I always kiss you when you're insecure.."

"That is true," I nodded, smirking.

"And it works?"

"It works."

"Do you still feel insecure Y/n?" He asked, jokingly.

"Umm..maybe a little.." He smiled and placed his hand softly onto my cheek before kissing me firmly on the lips.

And suddenly I was fine because Shawn.....well......Shawn had his ways.

AN: Thank you to @itsmesarad for the idea of short Y/n! And thank you to all of you that are commenting (please keep doing so!) because I will write more!