Shawn Mendes imagines

Respect

"Y/n, You look too good. We can't go anymore. We have to stay here all night instead." Shawn says lowly into your ear, and you can't help the smile that crosses your face knowing that your boyfriend thinks you look good and only wants to be with you.

However, you push the thought out of your mind because there is still a crowd of people in the hotel room, the people that had helped both you and Shawn get ready for the event. It takes more people than you'd think.

You roll your eyes because you know he's joking, but you also know that if he didn't really have to attend the event, he wouldn't be. "We have to go. You're winning an award, remember?" You gently, but seriously remind him.

"Oh, yeah. That." He says flatly. And you know he wants to kiss you by the way he's looking at you, but you just got your makeup done by professionals who are still in the room, and he knows better.

"We have to leave." Andrew says coming up to you two and interrupting your tiny little private moment, or about as private as moments get on days like this. Shawn takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he walks beside you down to the car.

He barely takes his hand or eyes off of you the entire drive to the venue, even though Andrew is trying to give him instructions and prep him about what to expect. Both you and Andrew are aware he is not listening, so you make sure to listen for him too. When you arrive, Shawn hits the carpet first, but not before telling you, again, how gorgeous you are tonight. You wait patiently on the side with Andrew. You've been to enough of these to know how they work. Shawn goes alone, and then you come in for a few shots, and then you're inside and its okay again.

You always feel overwhelmed with all the flashes going off and all the people screaming and shouting random things and then the journalists trying to pull people for interviews, and it always just seems like there are too many things all going on at once.

When you first started going to events with Shawn, he wasn't as well known as he is now, so the press and crowds were not as aggressive as they are now. It gets scarier every time.

Before you know it, Shawn has finished his solo pictures and a couple of short interviews, and now its time for you to walk with him. He comes back to Andrew, holding his hand out for you to take with a smile. "Thank you for coming with me, baby." He says as he starts walking with you to the spot in front of the photographers. "I love you." He says the same thing before you step out together at every event you've been to. Over time, these words have grown to calm you. Even though thats not necessarily what they were meant to do, they do.

You both stop in the designated spot, and he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on your waist. You both smile out into the sea of cameras. When you can't take the flashes in your face anymore, you look up at him. As you're admiring him, you see his demeanor change suddenly. He stiffens up. You're still staring at him as he narrows his eyes, and you can see his jaw clench while you feel his hand around your waist pulls you even closer to him, even though you thought you couldn't get any closer.

Suddenly, Andrew's interrupting, pulling you both along to the next group of photographers. That was a lot shorter than it usually is, and you're still confused about Shawn's change in demeanor. His hand doesn't leave your waist, and now he's looking down at you silently, studying you just as much as you're studying him, but he doesn't say anything besides, "Are you okay?" You simply nod, still confused. You're almost to the next set of photographers. You want to ask what happened, but you don't have time before you're pushed in front of more camera's flashing.

Shawn barely smiles. He just stoically stares at the mob of cameras for most of the photos, only smiling for a few seconds at a time. You stare up at him long enough that he looks at you and smiles, but his eyes are telling you otherwise, and you just need to know what happened.

Once you're finished in front of all the cameras, you enter the venue. You'll finally get a few seconds alone, so you ask him, "What happened out there?"

He turns to you, confusion written all over his face. "You didn't hear?"
"What? No? I mean, I heard a lot of shouting, but I wasn't listening." He exhales, almost relieved. "What did they say?"

"Don't worry about it." He says stepping closer. He's standing over you in a protective way.
"But if it has you so upset of course I'm going to worry." You respond.

You're being led to you seats now, Shawn's hand finds yours and squeezes. "Baby, just forget it. They're just gross photographers who don't know how to respect women."

"What did they say?" You question again, realizing it probably had something to do with the way you looked.
"I dont want to think about it. No one should say anything like that to you."

"Shawn, its okay." You try to make him feel better, even though you still don't know what was even said. He's about to respond, but you interrupt him, "I'm fine. It doesn't matter what other people say."

"I love you. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. And you're mine." He adds.
"I am yours." You respond, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, not caring who else sees or that you might get lipstick on him.

He pulls back, finally a genuine smile on his face. "Lets just get through this night so we can go home."