Shawn Mendes Imagines

Fire

Flames

I remember my mom scolding me for getting too close to the fireplace, because it was hot. I couldn't tell if my lungs or the fire was hotter. I coughed as smoke took over my veins. I tried to navigate through the burning house. My eyes squinted as I tried to look towards the stairs. I couldn't see anything but smoke and orange though. Is that it? Am I going to burn to death. No I couldn't. I couldn't let them get my life like that. I tried to push myself past the hall. But then I coughed again. And suddenly I couldn't seem to get anymore oxygen in my lungs. I didn't know how to explain dying. But I could tell that is what was happening. I went to run, but one of the wooden pallets of my hall fell. And I fell with it. I felt my ankle twist. I screamed, the little air I was savoring in my body escaping. I couldn't move. And that's when I pretty much throw the towel in. I knew I wouldn't get out. I'm going to burn away. To heaven or hell or whatever is after my life. But I guess the littlest bit of hope, bursting through the flames. Brought a figure.

But I couldn't tell if it was a dream.

Could I dream when I'm dying?

Am I seeing things?

I guess anything can happen when you're in the process of dying. Since no one lives to tell us how it goes anyways...

I could've sworn I heard them say something.

But I was way too away to hear the voice.

Shawn's POV (like you didn't know who the guy was. Its a Shawn Mendes imagine book)

I couldn't explain the feeling. As I heard the cries of a girl about 20, so my age, screaming that her roommate was still inside. I looked frantically at my coworkers. Being a firefighter. You have to know how to save someone. But I have been in the line of work for four years. And never was someone stuck inside. I was prepared. But I wasn't. You know? It's like studying for a test but still being anxious when the test comes up.

"Miss where was she? What's her name?" I asked.

"U-up in her room. Her name is Y/N," She cried. I could barely make out her words. I then ran as fast as I could into the flames.

Fire looks weird when you're inside a house. Everything was real unlike the training rooms and the videos. I yelled at and ran to the stairs which were crumbling by the second. And each second wasted was another second this horse was breaking, and a life was a second closer to not getting out of here. I coughed even with my suit on. Heat made sweat gathered on my face and I fought through it. I got to the upstairs.

"Yell for me Y/N!" I tried calling out. But nothing. I finally squinted through the flames. And I saw a body. I instantly sprinted without a second thought. I saw the crumbled body, her leg in the floor. The wood must of broke. And she got stuck. I hurried and grabbed her. I pulled her up. But her jeans got attached. It is not like in training we got a "What to do if a girls jeans got stuck on a hardwood" lecture. This job was all about logic. And fast thinking. And very fact reacting. I then got the idea and pressed the girls limp leg up to the fire. The fabric burned quickly and I ripped it away and pulled her up. I then raced through the bright orange and gray. And I hoped a miracle this girl would not die in my arms. If she wasn't already dead in my arms... I went down the steps. But then a loud crash halted my step. And a beam now separated me and this girl from leaving the crumbling house.

And my own safety was coming at risk. I quickly tried to look around. I never understood why or how this fire engulfed the whole house. Sure it wasn't too big. Two stories but only maybe two bedroom one bath. But the fire took over. And it was coming down. I ran through the I think kitchen to see if there was another door. And to my luck. There was. I ran to it. And to also my luck.

It was locked.

Well Shawn playing soccer as a kid must be useful at some point of your life.

I kicked the door down. And I ran. The cool oxygen around me making me already sigh. I ran around the house to the front. Just then. I heard a screech. And almost the whole home came tumbling down at the seems.

One minute later of me trying to escape she and I would've been dead.

"Y/N!" Her friend or roommate yelled. I sighed. Because when I took off my glove and pressed it to her wrist. A little pulse still survived. I didn't know how long. But I saved her life.

Ending Epilogue Gushy Stuff You Wait For

Shawn's POV

I became friends with Y/N very quickly. As I did check up on her in the hospital as she received very often. Now a year later. After she thanked me so many times. She finally gave me a thank you I truly loved.

A date.

I do like her. She is a amazing girl. And she is gorgeous. She claims she isn't with the burn scars that will mark her soft skin for life. I wish I could change that for her. So she wouldn't have to walk around ashamed. But I loved every bit of her. And darn I'm glad I'm stepped up to run into that burning house.
A/N

Wow life is busy haha.