green ⇔ shawn mendes

One of those nights

A series of events had Shawn returned to Pickering, some months later, and he was all too eager to catch up with his hometown buds. They suggested a party that one of there friends sitting on the out skirts was holding- it was supposedly going to be massive.

Shawn couldn't remember the last time he partied with his mates- perhaps it was with Mickey. Shaking the name and person out of his head- recent times meant he had been feeling all too the same- he grabbed a shot out of Ian's hands, knocking it down. "Lets do this thing," he said, smirking.

Ian looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure Shawn? We don't know who's going to be there. Shouldn't you be kinda coherent and on guard?"

Shawn was taken aback. "You," he said, tapping Ian on the chest, "are meant to be my friend. You're meant to be making me do stupid things and letting me live, not acting like my manager or my mother! Just let me have one of those nights! Let's make mistakes and don't look back...It's now or never."

Shawn turned away from him and asked Brian to mix him up another drink.

"Shawn-" Ian started, placing his hand on Shawn's shoulder.

"Don't want to hear it," Shawn said, before thanking Brian for the drink, "I want to get smashed."

Matt laughed, smacking Shawn on the back. "That's the way to go! Shots on for the boys!"

Shawn smiled, accepting the shot and downing it too.

"When can we go?" He asked, feeling alive.

Parties hadn't changed. Kids running wild, girls crying drunk tears. Fear not, welcome to the jungle.

Shawn strode through, the boys at his side. It was one of those nights he felt invincible, and every glass was full, one of those nights. Looking around he saw lots of familiar faces from his old school. He began greet a ton of people. Just the usual 'how's it going, haven't seen you in so long' etcetera. Soon he started realising that he was greeting quite a few people that he didn't know and everyone around him was rather pushy. Suddenly, phones were out everywhere and people began yelling at him and each other.

"Guys, chill, please," he begged, noticing he was surrounded by a mass of bodies.

People pushed him from all sides until he stood up on a small table to get away from all the shoving. People still grabbed at him and the amount he had drunk wasn't doing favours to his balance. He had no idea anything like this would happen in his home town- it was frightening. He started wondering what he actually signed up for.

"Sing for us Shawn!"
"Can I have a selfie??"
"Shawn Mendessss on the piss!"
"How much would I make off this photo?"
"Can you sign this?"
"Shawn!"

Shawn felt his breathing increase and he didn't know what to do with himself. The alcohol made him feel sluggish and unable to move. He frantically looked around for his friends as he heard a crack.

The table fell in on itself and Shawn fell back. He felt his ankle twist as it caught in the remains of table and cried out in pain.

"I've got you," Shawn heard a familiar voice reassure him, as hands steadily held him up. Some girl, who he vaguely remembered meeting at some point in his life, unhooked his foot from the table, simultaneously blocking the crowd out of sight.