A/n: Okay so I know that not everyone that reads this is blonde but this idea came to me.  Also, I know that everyone was born in Boston, but I needed an example. Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this imagine! Okay, without further ado, let's begin!

I'm engaged to the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes and I'm currently on tour with him. We were on the plane, Shawn and I sitting next to each other as we talked. He was holding my hand and rubbing it with his thumb gently. His touch always sends electricity through me, yet I always feel safe and warm at the same time. I looked at Shawn's thumb as rubbed my hand.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?" Shawn asked.

"Our hands. Have you ever realized that our hands fit together perfectly?" I asked as I looked up at him. He smiled and nodded.

"Yup. We're like two puzzle pieces. We belong together babe." Shawn said. I smiled and nodded.

"Yup, we are." I said.

"I love you." Shawn said with a huge smile on his face. My smile widened.

"I love you too." I said. We talked a bit more and soon landed. There were fans at the airport. Shawn looked at me.

"I'm going to go take pictures with them, I'll be right back, okay babe?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Okay." I said. Just like I always do when we land at an airport where Shawn's fans are, I spotted Jake Stras, Shawn's security guard, and Andrew Gertler, Shawn's manager, just so I knew where they were. I put my hands in my pockets. I watched as I girl took a picture with Shawn, saw me, smiled, and came up to me.

"Hi Y/n! You're so pretty!" She said. I smiled.

"Thank you! So are you!" I said.

"Thank you! What does your engagement ring look like?" She asked. I took my hands out of my pockets and showed her my engagement ring.

"He designed it himself." I said.

"It's beautiful!" She said.

"Thank you." I said. She took a picture with me and then walked away. Soon, another girl came up to me.

"Hey Y/n, I have a question for you." She said.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked. She smiled at me.

"Since you're blonde, does that mean that you're dumb?" She asked. Are you serious? I crossed my arms.

"Hair color has nothing to do with intelligence. Blondes being dumb is a stereotype and I know that I certainly don't like it, nor do I appreciate it. I'm not dumb. I've made Dean's List on more than one occasion, and in order to make Dean's List you need a GPA of 3.4 or higher. The highest GPA you can get is a 4.0 and mine is 3.7. So no, because I'm blonde, that doesn't mean I'm dumb." I said and then walked over to Andrew. My voice may have been laced with a bit of a tone when I said that to the girl, but I don't care. Andrew looked at me.

"Are you okay Y/n?" He asked.

"I just want to go to hotel or something." I said.

"Did something happen?" He asked. I told him what happened and his eyes widened.

"I'll tell Shawn later. I know that I had a tone in my voice and that I walked away right after I said it, but I don't like it when people stereotype and make assumptions." I said. Andrew nodded.

"Understandable." He said. I watched as Shawn took more pictures and then he walked back over to us. He smiled at me and then frowned.

"You okay baby?" Shawn asked as he put his hand on my elbow.

"I'll tell you about it in the car. I just want to go to the hotel or wherever we're going." I said as I rubbed my face a little. Shawn nodded.

"Okay honey. Come here, let's get going." He said as he put his arm around my shoulders. I put my arms around his torso and we soon reached the car. "So what's going on babe?" Shawn asked. I told him everything that had happened with the girl.

"It just frustrates me. It's a stereotype and it's so annoying." I said. Shawn pulled me closer to him, he could tell just how frustrated I was just by the tone of my voice.

"I'll do a live stream or something. You're the smartest person that I know honey." Shawn said.

"Thank you. I'm sorry that I gave her a tone and that I just walked away afterwards, but it just really bothered me." I said. Shawn rubbed my arm.

"It's okay honey, you have nothing to apologize for. She asked you something that made you feel insulted and disrespected. You had every right to walk away after giving her a tone." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Okay." I said. We soon got to the hotel, dropped off our luggage, and then went to the venue where Shawn would be performing.

"Do you want to come to my q and a session babe?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said. He smiled.

"Okay. I'll address what happened at the airport in the beginning of the q and a if that's okay with you." He said. I nodded.

"That's fine honey. Can I have a kiss please?" I asked. Shawn nodded and put his lips on mine. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my tummy, and I felt sparks shoot through my body like fireworks. As we kissed there was a knock on the door. Shawn and I pulled away.

"Come in!" Shawn said. Jake poked his head in.

"Ready for the q and a?" Jake asked. We nodded. Shawn held my hand as we walked to the q and a, and the fans screamed when we walked in. Shawn got them to quiet down so he could go over the rules.

"So, just like always, please don't talk when someone else is talking or asking a question. You guys can ask anything that you want basically, and you can also ask my wonderful and amazing and smart bride to be questions. Before we get started, there was something that happened at the airport that I want to address. Actually, babe, do you want to tell the story?" Shawn asked as he looked at me and I nodded.

"Yeah." I said. As I talked about what happened, I could hear the frustration in my voice, which must have been why Shawn began to rub my back, to calm me down and soothe me. "It's frustrating, because I'm sure that if that girl was blonde, if I had asked her that, I don't think that she would have liked it. Just please don't stereotype or assuming things and please don't ask anyone questions like that. To ask someone if they're dumb is not okay."

"I completely agree with Y/n. Also, after she said that to the girl, she walked away and she told me that she knew that she had a bit of a tone when she said that to the girl, and she apologized to me for that, but I told her that she didn't have to apologize. Y/n felt disrespected and insulted and she has every right to feel that way." Shawn said. He then kissed my cheek and then picked someone to ask a question.

"My question is for Y/n. Which parent did you get your blonde hair from?" The person asked. I smiled.

"My mom. I've seen pictures of her when she was younger and her hair was so blonde that it looked almost white. My dad's hair is a really dark brown, almost black." I said. Shawn picked another person.

"Where are you guys going to go on your honeymoon?" The person asked. Shawn and I looked at each other and smiled.

"We probably shouldn't say. We haven't booked anything yet - we don't even have a wedding venue booked yet - but we do have a general idea of the places that we want to go." Shawn said. I nodded.

"We want to go to four places and spend a week in each place. We know where we want to go and what order we want to go in. Personally, I'm super excited for the third place." I said. We would be going to Lithuania for the third place. Shawn nodded.

"Yeah. I think that for the third place that we're going to, we'll have to get a dictionary or translation book." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Yeah definitely. The other three places that we're going to speak English, and I'm sure that some people speak English in the third place that we're going to, but we should probably know the basics of their language." I said. Shawn nodded.

"I love how vague we're being." Shawn said and everyone laughed. I kissed his cheek and he smirked at me. "You missed."

"Oh my gosh." I said. I then looked at the fans. "There are times when I'll kiss Shawn's cheek and then he tells me that I missed, so then I kiss his lips."

"Hey, you do the same to me." Shawn said and then puckered up his lips. I gave him a quick kiss. I didn't want to have a makeout session in front of the fans. Shawn then chose someone else.

"Do you guys think that you'll get married in Toronto?" The girl asked. I interlaced my fingers with Shawn's as he answered the question.

"No, we want to get married in Boston. As much as we both love Toronto, we definitely want to get married in Boston, and we even have a venue in mind." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Boston has just always played a vital role in our love story. I mean, we met at a Dunkin Donuts in Boston, had our first kiss in Boston, and got engaged in Boston. Boston is a city that we both love. I probably love it maybe a bit more than Shawn since I was born in a Boston hospital and I've lived in Massachusetts my whole life." I said. Shawn nodded, kissed my temple, and then chose someone else to ask a question.

"Are you guys going to have a lot of celebrities at your wedding?" The person asked. I looked at Shawn.

"Well we definitely want Ed Sheeran to be there, and we've already talked to him about it, but if we can, we would like him to sing for us so we can have our first dance song to Thinking Out Loud, and there are definitely other celebrities that we want to have at our wedding." Shawn said. Soon, the q and a was over, and Shawn and I went back to his dressing room. I hugged Shawn when we walked into his dressing room.

"You mean a lot to me and I love you so much baby." I said. Shawn kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back.

"Well you mean a lot to me too and I love you so much too baby." Shawn said.

"You guys are disgustingly cute." Cez said. Shawn and I blushed and laughed.

"Cez, my man, Y/n and I are in love." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Yup, we are." I said. I love Shawn so much and I can't wait to marry him.