Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 1

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  Y/n P.O.V

I've go my first ever show tonight and it's absolutely amazing, I have the most horrific feeling in me, not of nerves, but of good stuff, like; butterflies, joy, excitement, and anticipation. I just can't wait to get out there.
The crew has been running around none stop, for the whole day, making sure that everything is ready and that I am ready to perform, and we are pretty sure we are ready. We're gonna have a full sold out venue, so no pressure, no pressure, just stay calm, breath and most importantly smile and have a good time, because what's their joy without yours.
I have 30 minutes and I am being rushed into a room to get my makeup and outfit on, after 10 minutes of my face being fused with, I finally see the piece of art on my now more lively looking face.
Once I enter the room, I get dressed into this beautiful dress that was bright white and with a gold belt, it was very 60s and very me, I swagged it out with a pair of high top looking wedge boots, that were white and gold, showing my purity and showing that I am clean cut and professional but still a typical teen.
You wouldn't expect this from me after everything that's happened to today but, I've been quite down, the thing is, my boyfriend Shawn, he's on tour and I really wanted him here for my first show and he said it would mean so much to here, but out of the 10 hours I've been awake, I haven't seen him once. I can't afford to cry, and there wouldn't be a point, it's not going to make him come.  

  I've just finished my last song, after saying my thanks I jog backstage after getting hugs I start to go to my changing room "where's my hug?" I hear that ever so familiar voice, quicker that you can say abracadabra I turn around on my heels and come see shawn standing a few feet away, in less than a second I sprint into his arms and, wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, tucking my head in the side of his neck, and I let all my tears out.
"Hey, hey, don't cry" he tries to comfort me "you came, you, when did you come? Oh my gosh" I say still in his arms. "Came when you went on stage the first time" my head shot up "you were here, the whole time?" "Yup" he says with a big smile.
"I love you, you know that" more of a statement, I does know I love him "yes I do" "and y/n you must be skittles, if you think I'm going to miss, my babies first show" he says, with a serious face. I smile - so hard I think I could have given myself plastic surgery.
"I said I would want to be here, and know I am" "yeah" kissing his lips "your the best boyfriend ever" "and your the best girlfriend ever" we both say with kisses in between every word.