Shawn Mendes Imagines

Falling For You (+ A's To Questions)!!

requested by my mum fyrewrites hope you like it!

ALSO THE ANSWERS TO Y'ALL'S QUESTIONS WILL BE AT THE END OF THIS UPDATE!!!

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The air was cool against your red cheeks, nipping at any place with exposed skin. You wrap your arms around your body and try to resist the cold, blowing hot air into your closed palms with your mouth.

The sound of obnoxiously loud teenage girls was becoming a sweet familiarity, as it had been filling your ears continuously since you arrived at the Chicago hotel a few hours ago.

Neither the cold or the noise bothered you much, however-- not when you thought about seeing him for the first time. You couldn't wait for the moment that he walked outside of those double doors, right through the swirling sea of fangirls, and right into your selfie. It seemed almost too good to be true.

After another twenty minutes of waiting, you heard the crowd surrounding you fall silent for a single second, as if a final push back of the gate before it has busted open.

One scream started it all. One sky-breaking, desperate shouting of the words, "it's Shawn!!"

And then every neck snapped in his direction, frozen in their tracks for only a moment until they, too, were screaming in unison.

You saw a glimpse of his dark head by the lobby doors, sunglasses perched on top, which slicked back his loose strands that normally swept across his pale forehead. It wasn't long until he emerged into the crowd, and your whole body jumped with anticipation and anxiousness. He was only a few feet away from you. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes.

Making sure your camera app was open and everything was ready, you watch his head grow closer and closer to where you stand, his forehead and bridge of his nose now visible.

Just as the person in front of you stepped aside, you saw him.

Shawn Mendes. In the flesh.

You struggle to remain calm and catch his attention at the same time.

All of a sudden, everything became a blur. He was close enough to you that if you reached out your arm even the slightest bit, you would touch him. He was preparing to pose for a selfie with another fan-- until someone's foot got in the way.

He stumbles a little, right up to the small space directly in front of you, his body slamming into yours before you could even comprehend what was going on.

In the blink of an eye, you lay flat on your back-- everyone behind you having moved away as quickly as possible when they saw you coming down. And on top of you, with only four layers between you, lay Shawn Mendes.

Your eyes widen, hands shaky as he quickly lifts his head, his dark brown orbs locking on yours. Everyone was staring at you, and you could barely breathe.

Shawn lifts himself quickly enough to stare at you for a quick moment, before sitting up, scrambling to his feet, and outstretching his arm to offer you a hand.

You carefully place your hand in his, still having to convince yourself that Shawn Mendes actually fell on top of you.

"I'm... I'm so sorry," he says to you, his voice sounding even more angelic in person. His pink lips were pressed into a thin line, glossy from where he had licked them. His skin was milky and smooth, his dark eyebrows combed neatly on his forehead. You were even close enough to see the few freckles on his collar bone.