Shawn Mendes Imagines

28 - Arranged

Everything was green with a splash of different colors here and there. The place I was in, wherever it is, seemed like a blurry mess but once I blinked, everything seemed clearer. A garden. Butterflies of different kinds flew around me and I noticed several types of flowers growing here and there. It was all oddly familiar to me.

Turning around, I see a little girl wearing a light pink dress with ribbons that have a darker shade of pink on it. She seemed to be interested with the butterflies landing on her fingers and nose. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Y/n!" A small, male voice called.

Before I could turn around, I noticed that the little girl's eyes were focused on something from behind me. I turned just as she ran as fast as she could with a smile on her face. That's when I saw a boy her age— wearing what seemed like a blue flannel and gray jeans— running to meet her half way. They tackled each other into a hug and fell on the ground, giggling.

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them just to find out that they disappeared. And now, I could feel a pair of arms- which obviously belonged to a guy- around my waist. I couldn't move. The person holding me rested his head on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"Y/n." He spoke as I felt his lips pressed against my jaw.

"Y/n!"

"Y/N!"

I practically jumped out of bed in surprise. I fell on the carpeted floor with my blanket wrapped uncomfortably around my torso. I opened my eyes to see my sister staring at me while trying to hold back a laugh. I groaned and stood up from the floor, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Are you fucking serious, y/s/n?! Why must you wake me up this early?!" I asked, throwing a pillow at her.

"Chill!" She said laughing as she used her arms as a shield. "Mom told me to wake you up. And come on, it's 10:30. It's not that early. If you ask me, it's pretty late. You practically have an hour and a half before lunch."

"It's early to me."

"Come on, y/n. Just stop being such a baby. Get dressed then go downstairs for an early lunch. After that you'll have to get ready for mom's dinner party. She'll send stylist and makeup artist to your room at around three or four."

"Wait, what dinner party?"

"I don't have any idea. Mom just told me to tell you that. Meet me downstairs in thirty minutes or so. If I'm not there, look for me in the library."