Shawn Mendes Imagines

You're My Girl

"What are you thinking about getting?" Shawn asks, holding open the door for you.

"I don't know, there's so much to choose from!" You whine, sounding like a little kid in a candy store, well, an ice cream parlour. "What about you Mr.Mendes?" You ask, staring at Shawn.

"Mint chocolate chip." He says without even thinking about it. You make a face at him and he gasps. "You don't like mint chocolate chip!?" He places his hand over his heart for dramatic affect.

"I've never tried it."

"You can't say you don't like something you've never tried!"

"I don't want to try it." You pout, sticking out your bottom lip.

"You have no choice, you're going to try mine."

"You'll have to make me."

"That shouldn't be too hard." He says with a smirk.

"Move up doofus, it's your turn."

"I'll have a mint chocolate chip cone." Shawn tells the guy behind the counter, before looking at you.

"And what about the beautiful lady?" The guy asks, looking at you.

Shawn glares at the guy slightly. "Yea babe, what will you have?" Shawn says, emphasizing the 'babe'. He pulls you into him, gently wrapping his arm around your waist. You blush when he calls you babe, he never called you that before, it was your first date after all.

"I'll have the rainbow sherbet in a waffle cone please." You say.

"Anything for you, beautiful." Normally, if a guy called you beautiful, you would turn red as a tomato, but for some reason, this guy had no affect on you. All you could think of was Shawn.

The guy handed you both your ice creams, and as Shawn was about to pay you noticed that you were only being charged for one cone. "I'm sorry, but it looks like you only charged us for one cone." You state.

"Don't worry about it cutie, the second one is on me." He says, winking at you. Shawn's grip around your waist tightens and he pulls you even closer into him.

"There is no need for that. I can pay for her." Shawn says through gritted teeth.

"It's all good dude."

"No, it's not 'all good'. She is my date, I want to pay for her, I insist on paying for her."

"Shawn it's okay, let's just go." You whisper, gently tugging on his shirt.

"But-." You cut him off.

"Let's just go." Shawn nods his head, allowing you to lead him out of the shop.

"I could have payed for you." Shawn says softly, the cool breeze hitting you as you exit the shop.

"Honestly, who cares about who payed? He was just being nice."

"He was trying to hit on my girl." Shawn says.

"Ok, so he was trying to hit on me, but I'm on a date with you, not him. You're the one that made me blush, you're the one who makes me nervous everytime you hold my hand, you're the one I want to be with, not him. I like you Shawn."

He smiles at you. "I can't blame him for wanting you though, you're amazing." He says cheekily.

"Don't start." You beg, burying your face in his shoulder.

"You're beautiful, kind, smart, funny, cute, charming, fun to be around, hmm what else, did I say beautiful?" He gently lifts your face so that your eyes meet. "You're so perfect and I'm so happy you agreed to go out with me."

"Thanks Shawn." You mutter softly, leaning in to peck his cheek. His cheeks flush slightly and you giggle. You reach down and intertwine his hand with yours, playing with his fingers.

"But just to warn you, I'm willing to fight off any other creeps that try to come on to you." He jokes, playfully punching the air with his free hand, pretending to box.

"That's reassuring," You giggle. "Oh and Shawn?"

"Yes?"

"I'm still not going to try your ice cream." You joke, poking your tongue out.

"It's okay, I'll just make you try it on our next date." He says with a wink.