Shawn Mendes Imagines

- Meet & Greet

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Holy shit. The time has finally come.

I've been waiting for these hours since, hell, who knows how long?

I'm extremely excited, because I get to see Shawn Mendes in concert tonight. I get to meet him as well, which is beyond anything I could've imagined.

I jerk the car to a stop as I park in the lot of the arena. I scream as I jump out of the car and run hurriedly into the stadium.

I get inside and quickly show security my tickets, and I'm allowed into the performance area.

"Just in time," I say, out of breath. Still eager and a bit edgy, I rush to my seat in the floor area. In the front row.

I smile and the lights dim. As expected, everyone screams. "Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!" They all chant.

He walks out on stage and I become speechless.

It's such an amazing feeling. It's like, "Oh my God. He's real. He's right in front of me."

"Hello Houston, Texas!" He screams into the microphone. "Are you ready for the show?"

"Yeah!" Thousands of voices yell out.

"Alright," he chuckles. "This first song is a favorite," Shawn states as he starts strumming the guitar.

"I love it when you just don't care," he sings. "I love it when you dance like there's nobody there."

"So when it gets hard don't be afraid," the crowd starts to sing along. "We don't care what them people say!"

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"Goodnight, Texas! I hope you all had a great time," Shawn yells. "Oh, and everyone attending the meet and greet, see you soon! I love you guys," He starts to walk off the stage.

I was just taken away by the amazing show. The interactive audience portions, the off-mic performances, just everything.

I smile happily and start heading to the meet and greet area.

Once I spot the line for meet and greet, I file up with the rest of the fans.

I start to talk to a few of them, then I suddenly notice girls leave the building after the M&G with a look of disappointment on their face. I completely ignore it, though. I just snap myself back into the current situation.

Before I knew it, I was the next one to meet him. The love of my life.

Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.

"Hi Shawn," I blush profusely. "Uh, hey," he rolls his eyes. Well. I wasn't expecting that.

"L-let's take picture?" Those words came out more of a question than a statement. "That's what everyone does, so yeah," he laughs. What was his deal?

"Shawn, are you okay? What's going on?" I'm honestly confused. This is not the experience I've been looking forward to.

"Last time I checked, you weren't my mother. I can act in whatever way I want to," he rudely responds. "Now let's just get this over with."

I smile vaguely as the photographer snaps our picture.

"Annoying teenage girls," I hear Shawn mumble to himself. "Okay, who's next?" He sighs.

"Do you hate us or something?" I ask, now ticked off. "Did you not just hear me call next? I have to meet the next fan, so get out."

I glare at him, a burning feeling rising in me.

"Oh my God," he says, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Security! Please escort this girl out of the building," Shawn yells.

Two men walk toward me, grabbing my arms. "Oh, would you not?" I scoff, yanking myself from their grip.

"You're not all what you claim to be," my lip was trembling, and a lump started to form in my throat. "Have a nice career, asshole," I exclaim. All eyes were on me as a furiously stormed out.

But I didn't care.

I never want to see that boy ever again.