Christmas parties are so overrated. Like, really. I get that people want to celebrate Christmas with their friends and sometimes even classmates but it's never really a good idea. Sometimes, it's just a recipe for disaster.

For example, last year, our class was forced to throw one and we were all obliged to join the games considering that they'll randomly pick a person's name from a box. Let's just say, it ended up with me crying out in pain and being wheeled out of the classroom to the nurse's office only to be brought to the hospital to check if I broke my foot. It was only a sprain but I couldn't walk for almost a week and had to suffer from severe cabin fever.

I was honestly two seconds away from using the cane my parents and aunt– who by the way lives with us– made me use to beat a person senseless. If it wasn't for the useless foot, I would have had the handle lodged deep into someone's skull. My brother was away at the time and wasn't going home for the next week and my best friend was away with his family so i was stuck in my room with adults annoying me. A fun idea of a Christmas break, right?

"Y/n, please! It will be fun, I promise! If anything goes bad, I'll take responsibility for it and help you as much as I could. Just please go to the party!" My best friend begged, giving me the puppy dog eyes together with a pout.

"But Shawn!" I whined, pouting as well. "You know I hate parties! And I would barely even know anyone other than you!"

"Then I'll stay by your side! Come on, y/n, we haven't seen each other in months! Go with me, please."

"I have nothing to wear."

"The theme is red and white. I know you have a white blouse somewhere despite owning a closet that would make a depressed widower jealous. Just match it up with your usual leggings and boots and you're good to go."

"Ugh! FINE! But you owe me for this."

He broke out into a grin and stood up, hugging me tightly to the point that I could barely breathe. I rolled my eyes at his childishness but hugged back. Having a crush on this weirdo is definitely not helping me when it comes to resisting the puppy eyes.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, y/n! I promise you won't regret it!" He said, kissing my cheek before pulling away and dragging me to my closet to get changed.

"I'm already starting to." I muttered, looking at the clothes hung in front of me as he leaned against the door, watching me struggle to find a white blouse. Emphasis on the word blouse since apparently, a plain shirt would apparently be informal. This is definitely the disadvantage of being obsessed with dark colors.

"Shut up."

He chuckled as I finally found what I was looking for. It was a white, puffy sleeved open-shoulder blouse I had bought– and forgotten– months back for a friend's birthday party. I went to one of my cabinets and took out a plain black garter belt as well as a pair of black leggings. I went over to the bathroom and changed into it, putting the belt around my waist considering that this blouse makes my chest seem bigger than usual. (Sorry if you can't relate– not trying to offend anyone– but I suffer through this a lot and it's annoying af)

I slipped on a pair of combat boots before moving on to my makeup. I usually get too lazy to put on cosmetics other than mascara, bronzer, lipstick, and probably baby powder but since I'm best friends with an award winning artist, I'll be going to a party with tons of celebrities so might as well do my entire face. I primed my face, put on foundation and concealer, did a little bit of contour , and baked before getting to the fun part– the eyes. I put on a light brown shade on the crease, then darkened it up a little. Next I just went in with a shimmery gold eyeshadow on the lid and blended it with the brown on the outer corner. After that, I did a winged eyeliner and mascara, brushed the bake off, put on bronzer, blush, highlight, and lipstick and I was good to go. I brushed my hair down and kept it that way.

"How do I look?" I asked Shawn, stepping into the room where he happens to be waiting at.

He looked over at me and his eyes grew wide as his mouth dropped in shock. I blushed as he stood up and made his way over to me– not breaking the eye contact. He placed his hand under my chin as I threatened to look down on the floor and smiled.

"You look absolutely beautiful." He said, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear before stepping away and reaching down to the side of my bed to get something. "And here. To add a finishing touch to your look. I thought it would be a good thank you gift if I ever got you to come with me. Aaliyah helped me pick those out."

He handed me a paper bag and once I opened it, I just stood there in shock. Inside was a pair of gold earrings with a matching necklace with an anchor pendant and a red leather jacket. I looked up at him and thanked him. He just smiled and put the necklace on me as I did the rest. I got my phone and wallet and we left.

Once we got to the enormous house, he pulled me with him to greet some people. I just shyly stood by him as he talked to his friends and introduced me to them. The night seemed to pass by quickly. I may or may not have drank a few bottles of apple flavored beer alongside with probably eating a fourth of the food on the snack table. Shawn stuck to his word and never left my side, his arm wrapped around my waist the entire time.

"Hey guys. Let's play a game." Hailee said through the microphone, making several people cheer while I internally groaned.

"Let's play." Shawn said, nudging me.

"Remember the last time I joined one of those games?" I groaned, looking up at him.

"Come on, it would be fun. Whoever made that game that caused you to sprain your foot was stupid. Seriously, who the hell makes a game where they spin you around several times then make you run? Jigsaw? I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, okay?"

"Fine. I can't believe I'm giving in to your persuasion the second time today. I hate you for that."

"Oh shut up. You know you love me."

If only you knew. I don't love you as just a friend. He made his way to the front to listen to the rules of the game with me in tow. So the game is apparently called the "Rudolf's Red Nose" – stupid, I know. There would be two teams, a mix of boys and girls. The first person in the line has red lipstick on their nose and the objective of the game is to rub noses with the one after you and make it reach the last person while keeping your hands behind you back. The team whose last member has the reddest nose wins.

Once the instruction was said, two groups of ten people formed their lines. Shawn decided that he wanted to be the last person and forced me to be the one before him. The first two people in our line are girls– I honestly forgot their names– followed by two guys,  a girl, another guy, two more girls then us.

I could feel my heart racing at being that close to Shawn. Yes, we've hugged, he has kissed my cheek before. But never close to the point that both our noses are touching, our lips a little too close to kissing. It's not that I mind but it would probably make our friendship a bit awkward afterwards.

I guess Shawn could sense my nervousness since he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind and pressed a kiss on the side of my head, assuring me that everything with be alright. He let go but still kept my hand in his to calm me down. Hailee, being the moderator of the game– and yes, I mean THE Hailee Steinfeld– walked around to check if everyone was ready. She looked over to us and winked at Shawn, giving him a knowing look. What was that about?

"You guys ready?" She asked, making her way back to the front. People yelled out a 'yes' which only made me even more nervous. "Ready. Set. Go!"

The game began and people from the front rushed to pass the lipstick to the other members. If it weren't for the fact that Shawn was holding my hand, I would've had a panic attack by now. Once the person in front of me turned, I leaned down and did the stupidity called a game. She assured me that it was red enough and nudged me to Shawn. I hesitantly turned around and he leaned down until our noses were touching. Instead of rubbing the lipstick onto his nose, he continued to leaned in until our lips were pressed against each other.

I froze. Was this really happening?! Please tell me this isn't another one of my dreams where i actually have a chance with him. The cheers of everyone brought me back to reality and I soon found myself kissing back. He slipped his hands to my lower back and pulled me closer to him as I let myself get lost in the moment. Once we pulled away for air– stupid oxygen– I could tell that my cheeks were redder than my nose. He rubbed his nose against mine until Hailee stopped the game to reveal the winner.

I didn't bother listening since I was trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I looked up and met Shawn's eyes. We just stared at each other for a moment until our team pulled us into a group hugged, indicating that we won. Instead of joining the next game, I stepped away from the crowd and slipped out to the patio out back, a black fur coat keeping me warm from the snow.

"Y/n." I heard an all too familiar voice say as footsteps made its way to me. He wrapped his arms around mine, hugging me from the back. "Are you mad at me?"

I turned around and looked at him, confused at how he could possibly think that I would be mad at him.

"I'm sorry for kissing you earlier. It's just... I love you. Not as my best friend but more. And I know that I probably suck at showing it but, I really do. If you don't feel the same, I completely understand but please don't let this–"

"Shawn, you just don't know when to shut up, could you?" I chuckled placing my hand on his cheek. "I love you too, you idiot. I'm not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. I was just shocked. It's not every day your stupid best friend drags you to a Christmas party and then kisses you during a game before confessing their love for you. Quite frankly, I think it's a dream come true."

"Well then, y/full/n, will you do the honors of being my girlfriend?"

"Yes, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. I will be your girlfriend."

He chuckled and pulled me close to him. His arms moved to my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck. We just stood there smiling at each other until someone knocked at the glass door.

"Just kiss already!" Niall Horan himself said, pointing to something above us before leaving.

We looked up to see a mistletoe and laughed. He leaned in and kissed me, making me let out a giggle before kissing him back. He smiled against my lips before deepening the kiss. We pulled away a minute after and leaned our foreheads against each other.

"I love you, Mendes." I whispered.

"I love you too, y/last/n. It's a Merry Christmas indeed."

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A/N: I think I enjoyed writing this a little too much 😂 I kind of had to add my current situation wherein my stupid right foot is sprained and I honestly feel so useless and lazy rn 😂 This was inspired by a game my best friend played in their class. It's supposed to be girls vs boys but for the imagines' sake and the fact that they had an odd amount of people in their class, they mixed the two. She was in front of her crush but instead of the whole kiss thing, they bumped each other on the forehead considering that he's WAY taller than her 😂😂😂 (labyu Yanicorn 😂) I found it cute therefore I romanticized it for the sake of posting a near Christmas imagine. And YAY! MY BROTHER'S COMING HOME TOMORROW FROM MANILA! THAT MEANS I GET TO USE HIS LAPTOP! YES!! (I only love him for his laptop since our CPU's still being repaired 😂)

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