Two years you've been trying to get tickets. Two years of tears, fangirling and music. Two years since you've always wanted to meet your hero, Shawn Mendes.
There was a concert happening in your city in just 12 hours, and you quickly went online to see if tickets were still available. You gasped as there were only 20 left, and they were in the front row!
You clicked on the link to buy tickets but the Wi-Fi was acting up. It was running slowly.
"Come on!!" You said impatiently. It took 30 seconds to load half the page. You tapped your foot on the floor quickly.
The Wi-Fi returned to original speed, and you sighed in relief that there were only 5 tickets left. You selected Front Row and saw that it was $800. You clicked purchase without even caring but then a page popped up that you never want to see.
Error 404: Page Not Found
You immediately refreshed the page but an even worse messages appears.
We're sorry but tickets are now sold out. There are no more seats available. Sorry if this has caused too much inconvenience.
You immediately tear up. The only chance you get to meet Shawn is now ruined. He goes to the next city right after the concert is over.
You played Never Be Alone and cried while watching the music video. All these months you've spent on Shawn Mendes-branded shirts, accessories and posters.
**8:50PM**
You had nothing better to do tonight, so you decided to go into town to take a bit of fresh air. You opened up Instagram on your phone and pressed follow on Shawn's page. This was probably the 100th time you've done this. You always wanted him to try and follow you, but you never received a notification.
You went on Twitter next, but the same thing happened when you tried to follow Shawn. It seems like he's not noticing you.
Curious, you went to the arena where the concert was happening and decided to wait until it was over. You might not be able to talk to Shawn, but at least you get to see him with your own eyes.
**TWO HOURS LATER**
The concert was over, and you can see all the fans run out of the arena and towards where you are. One girl approached you.
"Hey! The concert was so lit! Don't you agree?" She says happily. You nodded.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"W-Well. I tried to get tickets to tonight's concert, but they were sold out." You reply, tears beginning to cloud your vision.
"Oh, it's okay honey. You can still see Shawn as he walks to the tour bus! Come on, let's go together!" She says as you two walked to the entrance of the arena.
Your heart started beating faster as you see Shawn come out. He stops at a few fans for autographs and pictures. This was your opportunity! You quickly wiped away your tears as he walks closer to you.
"Shawn! Hey!" You scream, he sees you but doesn't smile.
"I'm such a huge fan of you... c-could we please have a pic-" You start, but got cut off.
"No! Learn how to talk without stuttering first would ya? Now just leave me alone you bitch!!" He screams back at you as he walks towards the bus.
The tears start to fall again from your cheeks. Your hero just insulted you.
The girl who was with you earlier pulled you into a hug.
"It's okay. I know he didn't mean it. He would never be like that to his fans." She tried to comfort you but you cried even harder.
"I don't understand... he was stopping for pics with other fans, why not me?" You say back. She just rubs your back.
Half an hour later, you return home to your room. You continued to tear up at the sight of Shawn Mendes posters, clothes and the cutout right next to your desk.
"How could you..." You whisper to the cutout and expected a response but there was none.
You've spent two years wanting to meet him, but now it's all been crushed to pieces.
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Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]
FanfictionThe title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture! *All imagines will only be in English...