Before you read, no, this is not smut. Promise!
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You were ecstatic after returning back to your apartment with your newly bought wedding gown. Even though you weren't getting married for another month, you wanted to buy the dress of your dreams before anyone else did.
You ran into your bedroom, laying it down on your bed and squealing as you anxiously unzipped the cream colored cover, revealing the sweetheart neckline and little bit of lace around the end of the simple, layered dress that dropped to the floor.
You pulled it out of the bag and hung it up over the closet door, stepping back to admire it. You couldn't believe it was yours, and that you would be wearing it when you walked down the aisle-- and that Shawn would be seeing you in it there for the first time.
It was nerve-racking and totally exciting at the same time, and even though you had just tried it on a mure twenty minutes ago at the dress shop, you wanted to put it on again. You couldn't deny the way you felt while wearing it. Like you were a princess, and that the big day was there, and you couldn't help but picture Shawn's face, too.
So, you low-key stripped down and took it off the hanger, carefully slipping it over your body, like it was a fragile piece of glass. You managed to zip it up on your own, but it took you forever.
You stared at yourself in your body-length mirror hung up on your closet door, all of your flaws suddenly disappearing. Even though it was the end of the day, and your makeup was smeared, and your eyes were tired, you felt beautiful for the first time in a long time.
You didn't know how long it was that you stood there admiring yourself, but it startled you when the front door of your apartment slams shut.
You freak out, hearing Shawn's voice yell your name casually as you race to your bedroom door, locking it right as he grabs the knob and tries to turn it.
He exhales through his nose and laughs from the other side of the door, knocking three times. "Uh, babe-- "
"Go away!" you yell. "Trust me Shawn, you can not come in here."
He laughs again, sounding confused. "Why not?"
"I'm... I'm wearing the dress," you say through gritted teeth.
He gasps. "Oh god, sorry. I had no idea. I'm not supposed to see it, am I?"
"No, you're not. Just... Just wait one sec."
You run over to the closet and struggle to get it unzipped, but you couldn't reach the zipper. You weren't sure how you were able to get it up, but there was no way you could get it down without breaking your arm from bending it awkwardly.
"Okay," you sigh, running back over to the door. "Listen to me, I can't get the damn thing unzipped. I need you to help me."
"How am I supposed to help you if I can't look at the dress?" he asks sarcastically.
You hesitantly unlock the door, holding your hand on the knob. "I'm gonna open the door, and you need to close your eyes, okay? Just feel around for a zipper and pull it down. Don't open your eyes or I will kill myself, Mendes, and I'm taking you down with me. I just bought this. I'm not going to let you see it this soon."
"Alright, alright!" he chuckles, probably rolling his eyes. "Let me know when you're about to open the door."
"I'm going to count to three," you nod, your hand still on the knob.
"One... Two... Three."
You swing the door open quickly, turning around with your back facing him. "Find the zipper, hurry!"
"Okay okay, god, Y/N, what's the rush?"
His hands find your waist, patting up your back slowly. You flinch when his steady hands land on... something that was not a zipper.
"Stop it, get the dress off," you bite your lip.
"So eager to undress," he pouts. "I love it."
He finally locates it, tugging it down until it was to your lower back.
"Okay, keep them closed," you command, stepping back in your room and running the dress across to the hanger, where you slip it over and neatly place it in your closet before shutting the door.
You run back to the bedroom door without covering yourself, letting him know that he can open his eyes.
He smirks as his brown eyes trail up and down your body, admiring your baby pink panties with white lace around the edges, and your mismatched silky black bra.
He reaches out for your waist, kissing you quickly on the forehead. "You look amazing, dress or not."
You suddenly realized that even though you had been dating for a year and a half, Shawn had never seen you in your underwear.
Having been disappointed by many guys before him, you wanted to make sure it was real with Shawn before the two of you had sex. It had nothing to do with religion or saving yourself, but more with not wanting to give yourself away if he was going to end up becoming someone else's husband.
"Oh my god," you gasp. "Is this awkward?"
He furrows his eyebrows. "Huh?"
You step away from him, running towards your pile of clothes on the floor. "I wanted to wait until I knew it was real, you can't-- you can't see me..."
"God, Y/N, you're so cute."
"What?"
He steps closer to you, giggling softly. "Baby, this is real. In fact, I feel more comfortable with you not holding back. It gives me a glimpse of what things will be like after the wedding, you know, when we're married. Maybe we'll both walk around in our underwear."
You smile at the thought, looking into his eyes. "I love you so much," you say, kissing his nose.
"I love you too, and I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle," he responds, looking back down at your body again. "We're going to be so happy."
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This was cheesy, but I like cheesy. It was cute. I honestly love this imagine so much like hands-down my fav I've ever written.
Hope you liked it too, love you guys (:
-avey