Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Timer on My Wrist

Since I was little, a mysterious countdown has marked my wrist. A series of numbers that decrease with every second, like a silent promise etched into my skin. One day, this strange timer was supposed to reach zero, and I was supposed to meet my soulmate. But instead of bringing me comfort, this number only fueled my doubts. What if, on that day, he didn't notice this broken, lost girl that I was?

That day came, though, in such a mundane setting that it seemed unreal. I was in the crowded lobby of a small airport café, where the ebb and flow of travelers made me feel like just a tiny drop in an ocean of unfamiliar faces. But the timer, on the other hand, was showing its final seconds. It was strange, as if every passing second made the air around me heavier.

I had just ordered tea and was trying to make my way through the crowd to find a free seat when my eyes landed on him. Shawn Mendes, standing just a few feet away. My heart raced, pounding in my chest. I felt a strange warmth spread through my wrist.

At that moment, I understood. It was him. But how could this be possible?

I instinctively stepped back, torn between panic and an uncontrollable excitement. The urge to slip away crossed my mind, but he turned his head, and our eyes locked. His lips parted in a faint smile, almost imperceptible, and I saw his features relax as if he, too, had just figured something out.

He approached slowly, with a confident yet reserved step, while I felt the world around us fade away.

"Is it... you?" he whispered, his soft voice getting lost in the noise of the café.

I blushed, unable to say a word. The only thing I could do was nod slightly.

A sincere smile spread across his lips, and his eyes sparkled with a reassuring warmth. "Do you... want to sit with me?"

Still petrified, I nodded, allowing Shawn to guide me to a small table in a corner. He studied me for a moment, looking at my face with such tenderness that it was almost overwhelming.

"It's so strange," he said finally, glancing at his own wrist. "I knew this moment would come, but... I never imagined it would be here, like this."

I smiled shyly. "Me neither," I murmured, still feeling intimidated by his presence.

In the days that followed, a sweet routine developed between us. He sent me messages full of kindness, small gestures that made me smile despite myself. But each moment spent with him only amplified a feeling I tried to push away: doubt.

The people around us weren't always kind, and the jealousy of some fans never failed to remind me that I didn't belong by his side. The persistent stares, the comments online, all haunted me, shaking the fragile balance I tried to build with him. Every harsh word, every mockery made me question what Shawn could possibly see in me.

One evening, after reading a particularly hurtful comment, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I knew it was late, but I needed him. I went to him, and as soon as he opened the door, I collapsed into his arms.

"Why me?" I whispered, my voice trembling and eyes filled with tears. "I'm not... like them. I don't have their confidence, their beauty."

Shawn held me tighter, running a gentle hand through my hair as if to calm the storm raging inside me. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead. "You know, I've never wanted someone perfect," he murmured, his voice resonating with an honesty that disarmed me. "I need you, just as you are. The timer on my wrist wasn't lying."

I looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze, filled with tenderness. He wiped away my tears with his fingertips, and his soft smile melted my heart.

"Don't let others tell you who you are," he continued. "For me, all that matters is you."

His words knocked me off balance, filling me with a warmth that felt almost unreal. I looked up at him, searching for any trace of doubt, but all I saw in his eyes was unwavering love. For the first time, I felt a little more at peace with myself.

With him, I didn't need to pretend or wear a mask. To him, I was enough. And together, hand in hand, we faced the stares, the whispers, and the doubts. It didn't matter what others said.