Shawn Mendes Imagines *UPDATES ARE SLOW*

The Outside

Y/n POV

Shawn had just finished a show in London where his tickets were sold out. He loved to perform but I worried that he would get so wrapped up in the industry, that he would die out. He walked off the stage in his sweaty glory. His top flannel button was missing, and you could see his build under his shirt. he held his guitar close to his chest. Music was everything to him, and his music was what inspired you and pulled you out of your deep depression. If it wasn't for him and his music, you wouldn't even be back stage at his show, right now. You didn't know if it was possible to love someone you barely ever saw, some one that only reached out to you through dms and snapchat, someone that rarely ever had time for you, but you still made time for him because he was your everything. He was your light in the darkness, he was the rain to your storm. You held on to every breath, every wish, every prayer, and every day dream you ever had about him. You couldn't let him go. You loved him through the thick and thin of your lives. You know that he was showing his real self to the world, he would never leave and he would never stop reaching out to you, even if he was tired, even if he was alone, and even if he was with his family, he still found a way to see you for you even though he didn't know it. You saw the look in his eyes every time he was happy, and every time he was met with a challenge, you saw him in his early days just hanging on to his sliver of fame, but he still held on to you. Even in his early times when all his friends defended themselves and turned away, he turned the other cheek and was left in the middle. All he wanted was the music but hey, you were only and outsider, a fan, so how would you know?