shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

too late

shawn mendes imagines
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lindsey's pov

"honey," i heard my mom say quietly, feeling her place her hand on my shoulder from behind.

i sniffled and turned away from my best friends casket, facing my mom who had a sympathetic look on her face, "do you remember what today is?"

"no, did i forget something?" i asked quietly, my voice hoarse due to my excessive crying.

"you were supposed to meet shawn today, remember?" she said, causing my heart to break.

"oh my god, i totally forgot!" i mumbled, tears building up in my eyes again.

today really is not my day..

my best friend lucy, who passed away, got my tickets to meet shawn mendes because he was in my home town. a week after she gave them to me she was involved in a car accident and didn't even make the night. today was her funeral and those meet and greet tickets were the last thing she ever got for me.

and i totally forgot.

"you'll still have time if you go now," she said, pulling the tickets out of her purse and pressing them into my palm with a warm smile.

"i can't l-leave her funeral," i sniffled, shaking my head.

"she would want you too linds, you have to go. catch a cab and i'll meet you at home afterwards," she said, gesturing me out. i quickly hugged her before nodding, wiping away another tear that fell.

i approached lucy's parents and hugged them, telling them what was going on before hurrying outside. i approached the edge of the road and hailed a cab. getting in, i gave him the address where the meet and greet was being held at and that i needed to get there fast.

i probably look weird, black dress, smeared makeup and straightened hair, but i didn't care.

i was going for lucy.

when he pulled up, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, "it's on me."

"thank you so much," i said, trying to keep my voice steady.

he nodded and i got out, hurrying into the venue and seeing the shawn mendes meet and greet sign hanging on the wall.

i sighed when i seen his body guard standing outside of a closed door, meaning the meet and greet was likely still happening. i crossed the lobby and approached the door, showing him my ticket. he shook his head, causing my heart to lurch.

"i'm so sorry but the meet and greet is over. it ended ten minutes ago," he said.

"please. my friend g-gave me these and she's..she's gone. she's dead and these tickets were the last thing i will e-ever get from her," i said, tears already running down my face.

her death was painful, but i didn't plan to break down into tears in front of a complete stranger. as i stood here, begging the guard to let me meet shawn, all i could think about was her.

"i'm sorry," he said again.

"please," i hiccuped.

"next time," he said.

i heard a door open behind him, but i already turned around and was headed for the door, trying to quiet my sobs.

i missed my chance.

i messed up.

lucy would be so disappointed.

"what's going on?" i heard a voice ask.

i heard mumbling but couldn't make out any actual words. i pushed open the door and stepped outside, a cry slipping past my lips. i scanned the street for a cab, but found none. i sighed, covering my mouth as i sat down on a small bench.

i just want my friend back.

i heard the door that i just came out of open again, and when i looked up, i seen the person that i least expected to.

shawn.

"hey. is everything alright?" he asked, sitting down next to me.

"y-yeah, everything's fine-" i tried not to sound like an idiot because i was talking to shawn mendes.

"you're crying though. what's going on?" he pointed out, "my guard said you were pretty upset."

"my friend gave me meet and greet passes to see you for my birthday. a few weeks ago, she got into a car accident and s-she didn't m-make it. these tickets were t-the last thing i got from her and i missed it," i said, tears streaming down my face and dropping onto the material of my black dress.

"was today her-"

"funeral. that's why i w-was late," i said, shaking my head slightly, "but i'm fine, i guess i'm being dramatic,"

"no, i understand how you feel," shawn said, "i lost my friend last year, and it still hurts. i still miss him."

"i wish it didn't hurt so much," i whispered, suddenly aware i was spilling my life story to a celebrity, "oh god, you don't have to listen to me."

"it's fine," shawn assured, "really. it's okay. c'mere hun."

he slid closer to me, pulling me into a hug. i began to sob, covering my face with my hands. i laid my head against his shoulder, feeling bad for the white shirt he was wearing. he pulled me away from him, keeping both of my hands in his.

"hey. shhhh, your alright," he said, pulling me right back in.

"s-she was like my f-family," i cried, feeling his arms tighten around me.

"i bet, but at least she's not suffering anymore," shawn said, pulling away and swiping my tears away with his sleeve.

"i'm s-sorry. you d-didn't have to come after me," i said, looking at my lap.

"i could tell something was wrong, and then i asked the guard what happened and he said he didn't let you in," shawn said, "he should have."

"it's fine," i said, "i'm okay."

shawn smiled, leaning forwards and kissing my cheek, "i'm glad. i just wanted to make sure."

"thanks," i smiled slightly, giddy over the fact that shawn kissed my cheek.

"what's your name?" he asked.

"lindsey, you were lucy's idol," i said, "i have her to blame for getting me into your music."

"i'm really glad. i love you too, do you want a picture? i feel terrible that you missed the meet and greet," he said, his hand resting on my forearm.

"i'm a mess," i said, shaking my head.

"i don't think your a mess," shawn said with a quiet voice, "i think you're beautiful."

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