Shawn Mendes Imagines

Strings

Y/b/f/n = your best friend's name

You and your friend made your way down to the local club. You were holidaying in Canada, with y/b/f/n and she made you get out of bed at 5PM to go to a club.

'Can we please not go?' You sluggishly said, her grip on your arm getting tighter and tighter.

She smiled back at you, continuing to walk. 'No way silly, we leave tomorrow morning! And there's no way in the world we are going to spend our last day in Canada by packing your things!'

You moaned and then jerked your head back, really not wanting to go.

We made our way to a club called Singers Den which was made of dark oak wood and small windows. It was so dark you could barely see inside. 'Are you sure it's even open y/b/f/n?' You asked her, desperately looking for reasons to go back home. Or the hotel.

'It's open all right. Let's go in.' You followed her in, making each footstep loud enough.

The room was poorly lit except a small stage. There was a boy strumming his guitar quickly, looking up to the small crowd in the bar and starting to sing. His voice was every producers dream and every girls heaven.

'He's gorgeous.' You whispered to yourself, but it was too late, y/b/f/n already heard. She started giggling and you poked your tongue out at her.

She excused herself to get you two drinks, and you proceeded to a table in the middle of the bar, not lifting your eyes from the boy on stage. He had brown hair that stroked slightly upwards, a red flannel shirt and black pants. He smiled after every line, and I did too.

You found yourself thinking that maybe it was directed to you but you knew that was bogus. He probably has a girlfriend, good looks like that. Y/b/f/n approached you with two waters and dip.

'Ooh, he's pretty alright looking.' She said, obviously mocking you.

'Shut up.'

He finished up his song, and the small amount of people in the bar started clapping, you too, being the loudest. He walked past you, smiling at you when he brushed past, making you return the favour.

He made his way to the bar and you started sipping the drink. 'Wow,' y/b/f/n started, 'you seriously are in lurve with that guy. Go talk to him.'

'Are you crazy!' You whispered to her. 'When hell freezes!'

'Order number fourteen, please come!' The man from the bar called. 'That's us,' your friend said, 'go get it.'

'No way.' You shook your head.

'I paid.' You sighed and stood up, making your way to the bar, where the boy was talking to the bartender. 'Uh, I was called to bring the food?' You gave the bartender your receipt and then tried to hold the food. 'Here, let me help you with that.' It was the boy. He placed his guitar on his back, and then lifted the tray.

'No it's fine, I can do-'

'Shh, which one is your table?' He was sweet. You pointed to the table where your friend quickly pretended to hide the fact she was shipping you two by studying her drink carefully. With a non-obvious face.

He placed down the tray full of food, and started to leave. 'Hey, you can sit with us!' You screamed a little too loudly. Opposite of mean girls.

'Shawn.' He greeted you with a smile.

You took his hand into yours. 'Y/N.'

~the next day~

You and your friend had made your way to the airport, where your luggage was already boarded on the plane. The night before, Shawn had stayed with you and your friend, talking and taking you to a small chocolate bar where you shared Churros. He gave you his number, followed by heaps of his texts, but deep down you knew it was pointless to be in a long distance relationship.

'You ok?' y/b/f/n asked you. You smiled back, giving her a hint that you needed to be left alone. This morning she even tried to give you a box of tissues to cry over him, but you were much better than that.

'Flight is boarding in five minutes. Please make your way to the ticket stalls. Thank you.' The loudspeaker boomed over everyone's speeches, and you and your friend started walking down to the stalls. You pushed your thumbs in the belt holders of the pants and stared at the ground.

y/b/f/n noticed and stopped walking. 'If you need to talk to him, do it now. Better now than never.'

'Dude, knowing that I won't see him again makes my heart ache. Literally.'

'Y/N, stop being so cheesy. God damn girl.'  You laughed at her remark and then continued down to the ticket stalls,  where a lady scanned your tickets.

Not even a second after you left the stall, a hand gave their tickets, where an recognizable voice made their appearance. 'Shawn?' You quietly said, excitement rising up in you.

'You know it Y/N.' You turned, placing your hand on your mouth. Shawn was there, standing in front of you with a plane ticket in his hand.

'You're coming? With me?' You choked out. You could feel the red appearing in your cheeks as people started looking at the two of you.

'So come on girl let me hold your hand,' he came over and lifted you, you placing your hands around his neck, 'lets go get lost, live without a plan,' he was singing perfectly and you could see from the corner of your eye y/b/f/n telling people you're her best friend, 'and I know you've got the world to see,' his faces was inches from yours and you could see a smile forming as he sang, 'and you know you mean the world to me.'

Before he let you speak, he kissed you in front of all the people.

 

Cheers erupted from the small crowd of people around you.

 

A/N: How was that? I thought it was really adorable at the end. ajahdjshfs I love that little muffin!

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