Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

Rude Fans

Shawn's POV
I stepped out of the radio station quite rapidly. I'm in a terrible situation right now as I have to catch a bus to the airport so I can catch my flight to Glasgow, Scotland. 

I nervously sat on the bench  just waiting for the bus. Check-in closes in a half hour, and the airline doesn't allow special treatment to famous people. I looked up to see if there are more flights to Scotland later today, turns out I got put on the last flight.

Finally, I see the bus coming. I quickly grabbed my stuff and got ready to board, until a group of girls came by and asked for pictures.

"Hey! Hold the bus for just two minutes, please! I just gotta have a few pics." I told the bus driver who nodded. I proceeded to the girls and each took a selfie with them. Two minutes later, they started to chat with me.

"So, Shawn? How's tour going?" One of them asked.

"It's going great. Hey listen, I'd really love to chat with you all, but I gotta flight to catch and I'm barely gonna make it so maybe next time..." I start, but they cut me off.

"Shawn! Tell us about tour!"

"I really wanna know how you got so famous!" 

"Don't leave us...we love you so much!" 

More and more commotion continued as the bus driver honked the horn, signalling that the bus must leave immediately.

"Girls, I love you all but I really have to go." I quickly said and hopped on the bus. By the looks on their faces, they weren't amused.

"We came here to meet you, not just have a picture. You dickhead!"

"Shawn, I thought you were nice to fans, looks like you're not you asshole!" 

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend! You can't treat girls better!"

"Better yet if you fuck off this place and fly to whatever crappy place you're flying to."

More and more nasty stuff gets thrown at me, I just looked down as the bus drives off to the airport. My managers were already there, but the stupid radio station held me for extra time so I had no choice but to use public transportation.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived with a sad look on my face. I tried to hide it so paparazzi won't make up another rumour. 

Your POV
You were now flying home to Scotland after a hectic week here in London. 

"Okay, so Miss Y/L/N the flight seems to be overbooked so we will upgrade you to Business Class at no charge." The check-in agent told you. Sweet, a free upgrade!

You headed down to the gate where you were called to board. 

"Welcome aboard, Miss Y/L/N. Seat 3K? Cross to the other aisle, thank you." The cabin attendant greets you and you proceeded to your seat. You placed your bag in the overhead locker and looked down to see.... Shawn Mendes sitting on the seat next to yours. 

"Hi, Shawn! I love you so much! Your singing voice sounds so heavenly." You complimented him, but he seemed to have a sad face rather than a smile.

"D-Did I say something wrong?" You wondered as he stood up.

"I'm sorry..." He says and goes to the front galley. All the cabin attendants were at the door greeting passengers, so you followed him. 

"Hey, Shawn? What's the matter?" You followed him and he started to tear up. 

"Aw, don't cry." You cooed. He shakes his head no and pulls you into a hug. 

"Shh, it's okay. Shawn. I'm here for you..." You whisper and he sniffled.

"Tell me, what's the problem?" You asked and he pulled away.

"W-Well, before I went to the airport, there were these f-fans who wanted a picture with me. S-So I each took a selfie with them a-and I had to rush to the airport to catch this f-flight. Then, they tried to chat with me when I was really in a hurry. I told them I'd love to s-stay and talk to them but I had to rush. T-Then they gave me insults that I can't handle..." He admits and you pulled him in closer.

"I-I'm sorry, hunny. You probably think I'm weak and oversensitive..." He adds, but you shook your head no. 

"Don't say that, Shawn. People each treat insults differently. They aren't true fans either. But always remember there's so many people out there who support and love you just as much as I do. And I'll never stop no matter what happens." You tell him and he cried harder.

"T-Thanks, darling. Y=You're so sweet." He sniffled.

"You're welcome. My name's Y/N." 

"Your name's beautiful, just like you." He compliments and you blushed. He kissed your cheek and you two returned to your seats. 

"I love you so much, Y/N. Thanks for making me feel better."

"Aw, I love you too Shawn." You reply and settled in for the flight.