You sat in the passenger seat of Shawn's car and you were basically shaking with anticipation. His right hand was pressed firmly on your thigh whilst his left hand was gripped firmly on the steering wheel. You were shaking your leg and wringing your hands. A million things were running through your head. You looked down at your shirt, which was literally a purple sweater, and wondered if it was too revealing. Was it too tight? Was it too see through? Oh God, you should've worn a cami...
"Babe, are you okay?" Shawn looks over at you, squeezing your thigh slightly.
"Is my sweater to tight?" You look at him with sincere panic in your eyes. He looks at your reaction and laughs a little.
"That sweater? Too tight? Y/n, you are wearing a sweater and jeans?" He chuckles, "And I am wearing the same thing." He adds.
"I didn't realize you were wearing a size small lavender sweater and size eight jeggings." You shoot back at him with a side smirk. He looks over at you for a second, smiling but quickly looks back so he can focus on the road, his hand leaving your thigh. You were nervous to say the least. You were meeting your boyfriend's parents. And your boyfriend just so happened to be the Shawn Mendes. The famous singer Shawn Mendes. The award winning Shawn Mendes. But first and foremost, your boyfriend Shawn Mendes. It is nerve wracking enough that you are meeting your boyfriend's parents, but it doesn't help that he is famous. What if they thought you were a gold digger? What if they thought you weren't good enough for him? What if...
"Y/n, you gotta chill." Shawn sighed, not even having to look at you to see that you were worried out of your mind.
"Shawn, I am meeting your parents. I am meeting the people that birthed you." you clarified to him, which earned a laugh.
"I know, but they will love you just as much as I do, I promise." He leans over quickly and pecks your cheek before her pulls into the driveway of his house. You have been here countless times, but his parents were never home, or you just saw them in passing for the past three months. Tonight was actually meeting them and talking to them and them actually knowing you and the fact that they would know you is absolutely terrifying. "You're meeting my sister too." Shawn added two seconds before he hopped out of the care and you couldn't breathe. Sure, the parents were one thing, but his little sister? Really?
"Shawn!" I squeaked out as he opened the car door to let me out. I looked at him with a death glare as I swung my legs over and hopped out of the car. You looked up at him with folded arms and angry eyes, and all he did was give you his winning smile.
"Come on y/n, it's just my family! They are like me! I'm not that scary, right?" He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek.
"Questionable..." You muttered, crossing your arms, but Shawn heard you and took a hand and pressed it to his heart.
"Now that hurt." He joked and you judged him in the ribs. Shawn may not be scary, but that doesn't mean that his family isn't scary. The one time you saw his mother you swear she glared at you. Probably because you didn't say hello or introduce yourself, you just stood there with a cartoon of cookie dough ice cream in your hands and in her son's t-shirt. It wasn't a good first impression. It was three nights ago.That's why this dinner was planned. To make his mother not hate me for those thirty seconds. Shawn held on tight to you as you both made your way over to his front door. Those three steps leading up to his front door was absolutely agonizing. You had no idea what in the world what was going to happen when Shawn let go of you and twisted the golden brass doorknob.
"Hey mom! Hey dad! Hey Aaliyah!" Shawn hollered through the house. You took only one step in and instantly went into sensory overload. You started to observe. Shawn's sister was sitting on the couch writing in a notebook, I assumed she was doing homework. She didn't even look up when you two walked in. Shawn's dad, whose name was Manny if you remembered correctly, was sitting in a chair on a laptop typing away, which you assumed was for work or something. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey Shawn, and hello Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." He put his laptop on the ground and stood up and walked over to you. You started to panic and stuck your hand out for a handshake, but he totally ignored it and went in for hug. You are in shock for a minute, but you eventually hug him back, but make sure to be the first to pull away but not rudely.
"Oh wow, it's certainly nice to meet you as well!" You chuckled. You looked at Aaliyah for a moment, and she didn't look up and continued writing in her notebook.
"Aaliyah, be polite, say hello to y/n." Mr. Mendes snapped his fingers and Aaliyah's head snapped up. She looked at you and raised an eyebrow. She scanned you up and down, as if she was judging you.
"Hi, I'm Y/n." You tried awkwardly.
"So you're the girl my brother never shuts up about?" She questioned, stopping her gaze right in your eyes.
"Well, I would hope so." You laughed, shifting uncomfortably. Aaliyah cracked a smile and turned her gaze to Shawn.
"She is pretty, has a sense of humor, and stood you for what? Two months? I like her. Keep her." She looked down at her notebook almost instantly after the short converse. You looked at Shawn with a smirk and he shrugged.
Okay, maybe this isn't as terrible as you thought, right?
"Shawn, is that you? And y/n?" You heard Shawn's mom, Karen, yell from the kitchen where she most likely was cooking dinner. You swear to God you heard her snarl when she said your name, and you grimaced.
"Yeah, mama, it is! Y/n is so excited to meet you!" Shawn replied, extremely chipper. You thought you were going to puke. You almost did when Kare- Mrs. Mendes, (Jesus, don't call them by their first name, it's rude, even in your head y/n, did your mother teach you nothing?) walked out of the kitchen. She did the exact same thing that Aaliyah did. She scanned you up and down, her eyebrow up. You shifted uncomfortably for the second time in five minutes.
"Well, I am just as excited to meet her too!" She made her way towards you with her arms wide open and they wrapped around you. You were certainly in shock. It isn't exactly good when you find your son's girlfriend in your kitchen considerably late at night in her son's underclothes, eating her ice cream out of the carton. Okay, yes that was a very, very bad move.
But she acted as if nothing happened at all.
"Wow, that's nice thanks so much for inviting me into your house, Mrs. Mendes." You chuckled, pulling away from her. She looked at you and chuckled.
"Karen, sweetie, please call me Karen. Mrs. Mendes makes me sound so old!" She smiled, patting your shoulder. "Dinner is ready everyone. Y/n, would you like to help me set the table?" Karen offered you, and you very quickly nodded following her into the dining room. You picked up the napkins, folding them and setting them by all of the seats. "So, dear, are you happy with Shawn?" She asked. You started to panic. This was quick. Karen didn't play games.
"Yes ma'm very much so." You answered politely grabbing the spoons and placing them carefully on the table whilst she passed out the plates.
"Oh, well that's very good." She smiled. "I know for sure Shawn is very happy with you. Happy enough to let you borrow one of his t-shirts." She chuckled.
"Oh my goodness, about that Mrs.Mendes-" She interrupted quickly.
"Karen." She corrected.
"Right, Karen, I am very, very sorry about that. That was very, very inappropriate of me to make myself so... at home in your house when I hadn't even met you or anyone in your family yet, especially in your son's clothes... I am very sorry, it won't happen again." I looked down, now passing out the knives.
"Darling, it's fine! Just please, scoop yourself some ice cream instead of eating out of the carton." She chuckled. She moved on insanely fast. "Everyone, come on in, dinner is ready!" She hollered to everyone, and within a minute everyone was in the dining room and Karen left to get all of the food, telling you to go ahead and take a seat. You did so, sitting right next to Shawn and across from Aaliyah, both of his parents taking a seat at the head of the table. Karen came back in with a bowl and plate in her hands, the bowl was the pasta with meat sauce, and the plate was garlic bread. She placed it in the center of the table.
"Alright, everyone dig in!" Shawn's dad smiled and everyone passed around the food, smiling and laughing. Once everyone got their food, the questioning started. But to be honest, it wasn't nearly as bad as you thought. It was casual questions.
"What is it you like to do, y/n?" Karen asked you first off. You let out a sigh of relief. That was your favorite question to answer.
"I do photography." You smiled, trying your actual best not to go off about how much you love taking photos and such.
"Well, that's nice." His dad beamed at you a little, and it seemed fake and you didn't care at all.
The rest of the evening was his parents and Aaliyah asking you questions which varied from "Do you see a future with our son, you know with his busy tour schedule and all?" to "What are your favorite things to take pictures of?" But all in all, it really wasn't all that bad, and when the meal was over you were slightly sad to leave. After everyone finished their food and talked for a little while longer, you decided it was about time for Shawn to take you home.
"Do you need any help cleaning up, Karen?" You politely offered. She shook her head almost instantly.
"No thank you, y'n, I've got it but it's nice of you to ask!" She retorted and you looked over at Shawn so that he would get the hint. He did almost instantly.
"Well, I think it's about time that I take Y/n home." Shawn stated pushing his chair back and standing up followed by you.
"Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home, and thank you for the lovely meal!" You told them very sincerely. Karen smiled at you widely.
"Anytime Y/n. We'll see you soon right?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Most certainly, thank you again!" You took Shawn's hand and he lead you out of the dining room and to the living room where he turned back.
"I'll be back in a while!" Shawn hollered, and then continued to walk out of his front door with you, your hand in his. You two walked down those three steps that were once agonizing. Once your feet hit the concrete, he stopped and looked at you straight in the eyes.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" He asked you with his infamous smug smirk.
"No, I suppose not."
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