Shawn's pov
"Dark hair, dreamy eyes," Camila sings, looking out at the crowd.
"I wanna see your smile," I return, holding in the smile as the audience claps.
"D'you know how much I-"
"I really want to see your face again,"
"It's been so long,"
"I want to hear your voice again,"
"And tell me, tell me baby,"
"Do you feel the tremors in the room every time you walk in?" Our mouths move at the same time.
"And- do you feel the way everyone stops to stare,
"Cause I love your laugh,"
"Don't care if you cry,"
"But show me, show me if you understand_" I grab her hand.
"I'm surfing on this love, tell me I-"
"I_"
"I wish I could explain how you just know when I'm down,"
"I wish I could explain how when I cry you'll just hold me tight_"
"You're the only one that understands."
So maybe I have panic attacks every so often.
So maybe I'm not perfect.
But I won't give up.
It isn't in my blood
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In My Blood
General Fiction(Completely clean story, a tiny bit of fluff) Some people just aren't meant for this type of life. A life where everyone knows your name. A life where you sing in front of millions. Where you inspire billions. It seems as if Shawn Mendes was built i...
