82: Airport

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by thesameolddrive

by thesameolddrive

Y/N's POV:

I plant myself in the seat next to the wall socket, plugging my charger in. I glance around the terminal. Not many people are there. Nobody really wants to fly out to Toronto for summer vacation. I don't. It's just a layover so I can reach beautiful, sunny Iceland.

After situating my bags and plugging my charger into my phone, I plug in my earbuds. I need an escape from the murmur of people surrounding me. I hit shuffle on my playlist, the familiar beginning piano chords to Life Of The Party starting. I can't help but quietly sing along to the lyrics, shutting my eyes.

I love it when you just don't care
I love it when you dance like there's nobody there
So when it gets hard, don't be afraid
We don't care what them people say
I love it when you don't take no
I love it when you do what you want cause you just said so
Let them all go home, we out late
We don't care what them people say

We don't have to be ordinary
Make your best mistakes
'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry
So baby be the life of the party
I'm telling you to take your shot it might be scary
Hearts are gonna break
'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry
So baby be the life of the party

Together we can just let go
Pretending like there's no one else here that we know
Slow dance fall in love as the club track plays
We don't care what them people say

Come out tonight, come out tonight
There's no one standing in your way
Come out tonight, come out tonight
We don't care what them people say
We don't care what them people say

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Life of the party
So don't let them keep you down
Oh you know you can't give up
'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry
So baby be the life of the party

Someone taps my shoulder from my right side.

Oh crap, they heard me singing and they're probably going to hate me and want to pummel my face into the ground.

I reluctantly open my eyes and look to the left. The face looks extremely familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

"You have an amazing voice." He smiles.

Holy. Crap. Shawn. Mendes.

"Uh, thank you." I stutter. The person at the gate starts to call people to board the plane, and Shawn stands, grabbing his bags.

"And I really liked that song." He winks, before he turns away.

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A/N:

AHHHHHHH THANK YOU lovinmendes_ FOR THIS FANTASTIC IDEA I LOVE IT AHHH

QOTD: Fave Shawn song?

AOTD: *meh* Ummmmmmmm, the first one I go to normally is LOTP...