Shawn Mendes Imagines

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Y/n's POV

I was humming to 'Let it go' by James Bay as I wrote another line of the new song. You see I'm a song writer, but I'm too scared to sing them in front of a crowd, so instead of hiding my songs, I write them for other artists. This time it's for Jackie Lee and one of my favorite artists, Shawn Mendes.

They recently toured together and during the tour they had the idea to write a song. Shawn quickly became busy writing songs for his album, so he asked Jacquie to write it for them. See Jacquie is one of my close friends; I've known her since we were 14, so when she asked me to help her write the song, I didn't even argue.

I just didn't think I was writing the whole song. I was frustrated with her absence, but yet being me, I wrote the song. Well, I'm almost finished I just have to write the bridge then I'm done.

"Y/n! You in there?" I heard Jacquie's voice come from outside my apartment door.

I ran to the door and opened, looking back into my room to see that I accidentally knocked over a pile of paper on my rush to get to the door.

"Jac, I'm nearly done the so-" I stopped mid-sentence as my eyes met someone else's. Shawn Mendes is right outside of my apartment.

"Y/n/n, you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Jac grabbed my wrists and my attention immediately adverted to her.

"Huh? Oh-um-yeah, sorry, come in, both of you," I opened my door wider to let Shawn in.

I then grabbed Jacquie's forearm.

"Um-Shawn just make yourself comfortable, I just need to talk to Jacquie for a sec," he nodded and plopped down on the couch instantly going on his phone.

I pulled Jacquie into the kitchen.

"What? What's wrong Y/n?"

"You brought Shawn, Shawn Mendes, into my apartment without any warning? You know how much I adore him! Oh my god, I look like a mess!" I whisper-yelled at her.

"Gosh, Y/n, calm down, it's not like he cares much, he's here to see the song and make improvements that's all."

"Okay, fine, just the song that's it," she nodded before making her way to the living room. I was slightly more hesitant, making sure to look at the microwave screen to check my hair.

As I walked in Shawn's eyes shot to mine and a smile graced his face.

"Hey, I'm Y/n," I awkwardly said, pulling down the sleeves of my blue and green flannel.

"Hey," Shawn said casually. God I sounded like a nervous wreck next to him.

"Um, do you want to see the draft of the song. It's just in my room," he nodded and stood up, putting his phone in his back pocket.

"Y/n, I have to go I have a meeting with Atlantic records. Shawn, just stay here and help her with the song,"she closed the door before I could say anything.

"O-kay, anyway my rooms just here," I walked into the room where the walls were filled with pictures of everything I liked; my friends, family, places I had visited and places I'd want to visit.

"Wow, I like your room," I just smiled softly at him before pulling out my desk chair and sitting down.

"Um, so here's the song," I moved the pencils on my notepad out of the way. Shawn placed his hand on the desk and the other on the back of my chair, before leaning down near my face to read over my shoulder.

"Trying to hold me down, but I'm surfacing. It's hard to let you go, but I gotta leave."

Shawn sang quietly. I felt his warm breath close to my neck and he hummed the tune. I closed my eyes at the feeling.