shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

lightning strike {requested}

shawn mendes imagines
imagine lxxxi
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emily's pov
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reqested by: fanficlub

it made me jump, the sudden flash of white that struck the side of the stage causing the crowd to erupt into a fit of screams. it was loud, and my hands shot to my ears to lessen the sound blow. i thought tonight i would watch my boyfriend, shawn, from the crowd, but never did i expect this to happen. everything went black as the power dimmed out, causing more nervous screams to echo around the already chaotic venue.

i tried to scramble for the backstage area, tears already welling up in my eyes. i didn't know if he was okay or not, nor did i know where i was going. flashlights blinked on, and when one brushed past the stage, i noticed shawn's absence.

my head started to spin and fill with negative thoughts.

is shawn okay?

did the lightning hit him or his band members?

is he conscious?

steady hands found my shoulders and calmed my trembling arms. i swung around in amongst the chaos and was met with a blurry figure with 'secutiry' written across the front of his black shirt. he moved his hands to my back, gently guiding me through the hectic crowd.

"it's okay, i'm going to take you to shawn," he said over the hectic screams, still pushing through the crowd.

tears were running down my face and my hands were trembling. we got out of the crowd and approached the door, opening it and hurriedly stepping inside. my gasping breaths were now heard within the walls of the silent hall. he went up the stairs and i followed, immediately seeing shawn sitting on a chair with his band, a nurse and andrew surrounding him.

"shawn," i whispered, running to him.

his head turned in my direction, a small smile spreading across his pale face upon seeing me. he opened his arms and i ran into them, clutching onto him. tears were still running down my face as i buried my head in the crook of his neck. his arms wrapped around me and he held onto me, whispering that he was okay repeatedly in my ear.

i pulled away from him and he kissed my forehead, allowing me to sit on the ground where everyone else now was. the nurse took his blood pressure and listened to his heart beat, leaving us anxious in knowing if he would be okay or not.

"will he be okay? can he close the show?" andrew asked anxiously.

"shawn is very lucky," she said, causing me to exhale deeply, "when the lightning struck, he must have jumped; out of fright or something. if his feet had of remained on the ground, the charges would have shocked him very badly. i would recommend that he not finish the show because he is still weak on his feet. the power is also out, and we don't want to risk anyone else getting hurt."

shawn sighed and i reached up, taking his hand in mine. he looked down at me and smiled softly.

"so he will be okay though?" andrew said as geoff came backstage with a flashlight and a bottle of water.

he unscrewed the cap and handed it to shawn, allowing him to tip the cool water into his mouth.

"he will be fine. he will be shaky on his feet and just shaken up in general for the next couple days. don't do any strenuous movement or activity because the heart needs time to recover from this," the nurse said to shawn, causing him to nod slowly.

he looked down at me again and it dawned on him that i was more scared than what he had thought, finally seeing the stream of dry tears that remained on my face.

he weakly pushed himself up from the chair, and i scrambled to my feet to support him incase he stumbled. he pulled me into his arms and i wrapped my arms around his torso, glad that he was unaffected by the blast.

"shawn, i-i was so scared. i-i still am, i-"

"i'm fine cuddle bug, just a little shaky. please don't cry, i hate seeing you cry," shawn mumbled.

my cries subsided and i looked up at him, sniffling.

"are you sore?" i asked, my heart breaking for him.

"not at all love, relax. i'm okay," shawn said, his voice assuring.

i pulled away and shawn cupped my face in his hands, gently wiping away my trace of tears with his thumbs and placing his lips on mine. he pulled away and smiled, allowing me to hold his hand and keep him balanced.

"let's get you back to the tour bus, kiddo. you need some rest after tonight," andrew said.

shawn nodded and we left the backstage area, going down the stairs and out the back door. the tour bus was still parked in its usual spot, and andrew went forwards and opened the door for us. i stepped in and kept my hand around shawn's as he followed behind me. he sat on the couch and took another drink of the water.

andrew and john stepped in too, followed by geoff. they shut and locked the door behind them and for the rest of the evening we just relaxed and talked. shawn slowly fell asleep, his head falling to my shoulder.

"i'm going to head back to the hotel and catch some sleep, i'll meet you guys back here tomorrow morning" geoff said, standing up.

"yeah, we better go to sleep now too. shawn has had a long day," andrew said.

i nodded and shifted my shoulder, waking shawn. he groaned softly and lifted his head, meeting my eyes. he stuffed his head against my shoulder and sighed, his warm breath fanning against my skin.

"let's go to sleep now, you need rest," i said softly.

he nodded and we stood, bidding goodbye to geoff and going towards the back where the bunks were. shawn crawled in first, and i slid in beside him. i pulled the blankets over us and shawn's arm found my waist, pulling me close to him.

"i'm really glad your okay, shawn. i was so scared," i whispered, feeling him press his lips against my temple.

"i know you were baby, but i'm okay," he whispered, "just tired."

"go to sleep, i'll see you in the morning," i said as he smiled tiredly.

"what did i do to deserve you?" he said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"i ask myself the same thing about you every day," i said, watching as his eyes fluttered closed.

wc: 1109

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