Shawn Mendes Imagines

Loving idiot

"Come on, babe. Are you ready?" Shawn called from downstairs. Taylor was hosting a party and apparently, I was taking too long to get ready.

I pulled on a crop top and skirt to match. I had gone through about thirty outfits and my entire closet was in a pile on the bed, but finally I decided on this. "Yeah, five minutes." I replied, applying make-up, but not too much.

I walked down the stairs and Shawn looked up from his phone, smiling. "You wore that on Valentine's Day, when we went on our date."

"You remember?" I asked, laughing, pulling on some black heels to try and be even close to as tall as him.

"I wouldn't forget that." He responded, as I walked over. "I'm kidding, that's the only outfit I remember, luckily, you wore the one I recall." I laughed and slapped his arm.

We drove to Taylor's house with Shawn constantly looking over at me and me warning him to concentrate on driving. He helped me out of the car and we went inside. It was a lot more crowded than I thought and Shawn's grip around my waist tightened as we grabbed a couple seats on the couch by some of the boys.

"Shawn, you can let go. I'm a big girl." I laughed and he blushed, defending himself. "I'll go get us something to drink."

I walked over to the kitchen, passing Taylor on the way and smiling at him. I opened the fridge door, but someone pushed back on it. "Hey, babe." Some, clearly intoxicated, annoying guy was there.

"Hi, could you move out of the way? I'm trying to get something to drink for me and my boyfriend." I stepped back. He leaned towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist, slipping his hands lower than Shawn ever did when he first met me. "Can you leave me alone?" I said, pushing him away.

"I don't see a boyfriend." He smiled drunkly, pulling me in. Just being around guys like this made me think of what a great guy Shawn was.

"That's because he's behind you." Shawn spoke from the entrance to the kitchen, as I snapped my head to look at him.

The boy immediately let go of me, stepping back. "Hey, man. I didn't know." He defends himself.

"Well, whether a girl has a boyfriend or not, you don't do that to her without permission." Shawn grits his teeth, staring that kid down. "And the fact that she has a boyfriend, and the fact that her boyfriend is me, is going to make this situation a lot worse for you."

"Shawn." I said, trying to get his attention. I didn't want him to punch anyone. "Don't do it. I swear."

"Babe, please, stay out of it." Shawn replied, looking over just for a second.

"No, I swear. Don't do anything. It's not a big deal. I'll be so mad." I scolded him. Last time he punched someone like that, it didn't end well.

Before I could say anything more, Shawn has already collided his fist with that boy's jaw and they were going at it for like ten seconds until Gilinsky had come to break it up.

The entire party stopped, everyone was staring at this one scene. I let out a mad groan and stomped out the door, tearing up. He always did this. He couldn't just let it go. I walked outside into the rain, sitting on a bench in the grass, not really worried about getting soaked head to toe. I covered my eyes with my palms and cried, just cried. Most girls would have been flattered if their boy had done that for them, but Shawn did it for any reason. I could have handled that myself. He didn't need to interrupt.

"Love?" Shawn's voice echoed behind me, I didn't even have to turn around to recognize it.

"Leave me alone, Shawn." I spoke though clenched jaw and he just walked up, put his big sweatshirt around my shoulders, and held an umbrella over me, it wasn't even shielding him from the rain. He didn't try to talk or anything.

I thought back to our first fight when I had stormed out into the rain just like now and he had just followed me. He had given me space, didn't talk, just protected me quietly. He cared so much. In any weather or mood, he was there. I grabbed the umbrella out of his hand, holding it up. "Get over here, you idiot." I turned around, gesturing for him to sit next to me.

"I'm sorry." He said, as I laid my head on his shoulder. I looked down at his hand.

"You moron, look what you did to your hand. Let's get inside." I stood up, as he held the umbrella, walking me.

It's not like the party was still halted. Some people stared but it wasn't everyone. I led the way to upstairs, walking into the bathroom, and closing the door behind us. He sat on the edge of the counter, as I looked around to find the first-aid kit. I turned on the sink, washing the blood off his knuckles. "Ouch, ow. Hey, that hurts!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well you should have thought of this before you got in a fight for me." I laid down a square of gauze and wrapped bandage around it.

"I thought about it for a second, but fighting for you outweighed the consequences." He smirked, hiding his cringing from pain.

"You're an idiot." I smiled and shook my head, running a finger over the bruise on his chin.

"True, but I'm the luckiest idiot on the planet, because I'm your idiot." Shawn looked down at me, with that look that every girl dreams of. He was mine.