OneShots - Shawn Mendes

Pink Roses

Staring at the dull, grey concrete, I choked a sob. I'm just glad I'm in a secluded office building, sitting on the edge of the stairs, away from view.

I'm so glad there are lazy people who prefer to take the elevator, because right now I can let it all out- not that I hadn't done so already.

My tear stricken face felt lightly sticky, with dark circles, runny mascara, and a mouthful of salty tears, let's just say I didn't look my best.

I'm sure you already gathered that from my state already, though.

Nothing had been going as I planned. It never does, but that usually didn't stop me from facing the unfair world head on.

However, too many terrible events just today, along with the others that have piled up, just got so overwhelming. I don't even know where to begin.

I really wish that he were here t-

"Hey," a voice made me stiffen, and I reluctantly turned my head at the familiar sound.

My eyes grew wide, and I paled, not knowing how to react.

"Shawn?!-" I croaked out, and he nodded.

"What's wrong, why are you crying? What happened, are you okay?" He raced down to the bottom of the stairs ans sat down beside me, right hand lightly gripping my shoulder.

I swallowed the tears threatening to spill- just talking about it makes me want to cry.

"I just-" voice shaking, I turn to him and bury my face into the crook of his neck, hands slightly shaking.

Shawn, with his gentle and welcoming touch, pats my back.

"It's okay," he consoles, "I promise everything will be alright."

The only words I needed to hear, he said. I could close my eyes and breathe in and out.

It feelt so good in his arms- so good that I never wanted to leave them. I squeezed tightly at his abdomen, still hiding in the crook of his neck.

He squeezed lightly back, letting me know he was still her and he still cared. Butterflies seemed to emerge in my stomach, but I wasn't surprised.

I had known for a long time, that I love Shawn.

"Feeling better now?"

I nodded, but realizing he couldn't see me, tapped once on his back.

This was our secret communication- one tap for yes, and two taps for no.

"Okay," he replied, and I could hear him smiling just from the way he spoke. That pulled at my lips, and I unconsciously smiled as well.

What an effect he has.

"Want to talk about it?" His voice soothing, relaxing, and sincere.

Two taps.

"Fine, I'll let you off the hook.." he paused, "...for now at least."

I let out a slight chuckle and ran my fingers through the back of his head.

My hands brushed at his playful brown curls that bounced under my grip, soft and silky. His arms squeezed me just a litrle bit tighter, and I could feel his heart rate quicken ever so slightly.

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

I tapped his back lightly, twice for no, while still hugging him like my life depended on it.

"I know you are hungry, so let's get something to eat alright?" Shawn insisted on this, which made me give in.

He was right anyway.

Only after I reluctantly let go of my hold, did he pull away. Now seeing each other face to face, he flashed me a stunningly full smile, pearly teeth and all.

My heart fluttered at the sight.

By now my tear-streaked cheeks had mostly recovered, and I quickly dashed to the bathroom nearby to fix myself up and at least look a bit better; Shawn was here after all.

"Ready?" He asked silently, questioning only with his eyes- though I understood.

"Yeah," I smiled a little, finally using my voice since what seemed like forever.

Before I could completely process it, Shawn's large, strong hands quickly intertwined with mine, and we walked forward.

I could feel the callouses on his fingers from strumming the guitar: these were the very hands that created unreal masterpieces through music.

I smiled to myself, and I caught a glimpse of his tinted cheeks when he quickly turned his head to me and gave me a roguish smile.

Shaking my head in an attempt to silence the raging of my heart, I ask him where we are going.

Simply walking down the sidewalk was really not my intention for the day, because I was wearing 2 inch heels and they were not exactly comfortable.

"Slow down," I say with a laugh, as he pulls me into a little shop.

"Turn around and don't look!" He exclaims excitedly, covering my eyes so I couldn't even see what kind of shop we were in.

What is he up to? Well I like surprises, especially from him, so I'll play along.

"Fine, fine, but hurry up!! I'm hungry!"

With my eyes still closed, I try to find hints of where I am. I hear rustling paper, the sound of a cash register, a pretty,soothing smell, while listening to classy romantic 80's music.

I finally hear the familiar clicking of Shawn's black boots against the shiny tile as he approaches me.

"Okay, you can look now," I hear- I could tell he was smiling even without looking.

I opened my eyes and let out a surprised gasp.

There he was, in all his glory, presenting to me with a bashful smile on his handsome face, a bouquet of pink roses.

He's going to make me cry.

"Oh my God! Shawn?!!" I crash into him with a hug, "I really really really needed this today."

We stay there for a while until I pull back, only for him to hand me the bouquet.

"They are so beautiful," I grin as my eyes sparkle in utter awe.

Still feeling overwhelmed by the seemingly small gesture, I blurted out words that I'd alwaya been holding in.

You know what? Fuck it.

"I love you."