shawn mendes imagines

just my type

a/n: this is like bad boy shawn i guess haha also omg 1k reads i'm famous now jkjk but thanks to anyone reading this! i really appreciate it and i hope you enjoy. feel free to comment or dm me about any suggestions relating to my writing or if you want to see a certain storyline take place. enjoy :)

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He lights his cigarette, bringing it to his mouth, inhaling the toxins. He slowly lets out a breath, filling the air around him with the grey, deadly smoke. I'm placed on the other side of the room, but I continue to watch him, knowing I've been hooked for too long.

He lifts his head, making eye contact with me. His stare is captivating, and I can't pull away. It intensifies as he licks his lips and begins to smirk, his cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He puts it out and begins to walk over, making me hold in a breathe.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone here?" he asks, motioning to the swarm of people here at the party.

"Trying to catch boys like you," I reply back quickly. The corners of his mouth curve upward more, revealing a bright set of teeth. It feels like electricity has zapped me a million times.

"And what are boys like me like?" he questions, adjusting his black leather jacket.

"Let me know more about you and then I'll tell you. If you're up for it," I say, a small mischievous smile forming on my lips. This is going perfectly. He looks around and turns back to me, putting his arm on the wall behind me, trapping me on one side.

"That's something I can do," he says. He grabs two drinks off the table near us and hands me one. "Let's loosen up a bit, shall we?" His smile indicates trouble, but right now I'm all for it. I'm probably going in way too deep.

~ an hour later ~

"Never thought someone like you would want to be a doctor," I say, taking a swig of what would be my fourth drink. Not enough for trouble but enough to give less fucks.

"I didn't either, but here I am, almost done with college and heading to med school," Shawn, which I now know is his name, says.

He proceeds to blabber about something else, as he has had many more drinks than me. Though I don't listen, I do continue to nod along and stare at him. His curls are from a prince in a movie, his jawline so sharp he could cut my finger off, smile so white it'll blind you before the sun.

Everything about him is perfect. Lucky for me, it seems like I've got him.

"I'm getting another, want one?" he asks, motioning to my now empty cup.

"I'm okay, thanks," I reply. He nods and heads off, leaving me with my thoughts that are currently running wild.

~ more than a couple minutes later ~

It's been about 10 minutes and he hasn't come back. Did he stumble from the overdose of alcohol?

I make my way up to the drinks and that's when I see him. But he's not alone. His mouth is connected to someone else's. Some slutty girl who is wearing almost nothing. It doesn't even matter if she's naked at this point.

My heart dropped. I really thought he was the one. I begin to storm away until an arm grabs me, pulling me backwards.

"Where are you going?" Shawn asks, lipstick covering his mouth.

"Home. I don't really want to deal with someone who seems like they take interest in someone else then ditches them to snog off someone else because they can," I blurt out, taking him aback.

"It wasn't even me, she started it. I couldn't get away," he explains. He then wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me in a little closer. I start to feel like I'm soaring again. "You're mine dear, I'm not going anywhere," he promises.

My heart races and as soon as I begin to speak, he shuts me up with his mouth on mine. It tastes like cherry, probably from the other chick, but I could care less. My body gives in and moves in sync with his. He then let's go with a softer kiss, running his hand against my cheek.

"Let me go grab my cigarettes and then we can get out of here," he says, moving away before I can say anything.

Maybe it was a mistake. People make mistakes. I already fell for him, maybe too fast. I just can't see myself without him.

He takes a little too long, making me suspicious once more. I clear my head of bad thoughts and rummage around through the crowd of sweaty, intoxicated people.

I see Shawn with a girl, a different one this time, but he isn't making out with her. He had his arm against the wall like he did with me, and smirks while he talks, making her blush. He then kisses her softly, leaving her giggling at the end.

He spots me and his face drops. I shake my head in disappointment, then storm out before the same scene happens over again.

I head outside and begin to walk, the late spring warmth covering my body. I the hear footsteps coming up behind me. I turn around and see Shawn once again.

"That was nothing, I swear," he says, an apologetic look washing over his face.

"And will you say that to those girls tomorrow? That I'm the mistake? What's your deal?" I say in frustration.

"I'm sorry. The alcohol washed over me. I've had too much, I need to get away. Please give me another chance," he pleads, sorrow and guilt hinted in his voice. I sigh and make my decision.

"Okay, one last chance. One. If anything happens again, I'm done," I say. His face lights up. He swings his arm around me and we continue to walk, not knowing where we are really heading.

Thing is, I might not just give him one chance. He's drugged me with this sensation, and I can't get enough of it. Right now, a million voices are screaming at me as we walk, but that one little voice tells me about how he's making me feel. How he looks perfect and runs his way. I don't know why boys like him are my type.

He lets me down, then gets me high. Oh I don't know why he's just my type. He's my device, I don't think twice. Oh I don't know why he's what I like. But I love it. Love it when he plays with my head. He lets me down, then gets me high. Oh I don't know why he's just my type.