Shawn Mendes Imagines

After Party - Part 1

Note:
I've got a ton of ideas for this imagine so I'll probably write a few more parts.
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Music:
~ Light Me Up by Hunter Hayes
~ Last Night by The Vamps
~ Cheater by The Vamps

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I had lost count of how many sweaty, hormonal teenagers I pushed aside when I finally stepped aside and took a deep breath of fresh, cold air. I walked away from the inmense house, filled with swaying bodies, but I couldn't escape the loud music, which filtrated through my ears like sharp blades, making my head throb in pain.

I looked around the endless back yard and divised an isolated swing behind a tree, one where no one was making out in, and smiled to myself as I walked towards it. I took a seat, and seesawed slightly, looking up to the stars and getting lost inside my entanglement of thoughts.

Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to assimilate it or put it into order, but one thing was crystal clear: my boyfriend had just cheated on me.

Moments ago, when I was still inside the house, dancing and drinking, I realized he wasn't around me anymore. I was drunk, and I still was, which was probaly the reason why I didn't notice right away. Soon enough, I was walking around the house, searching for him desperately, until I finally found him. But I didn't feel relieved as I expected. Instead, I felt absolutely betrayed.

I opened the door to a large bedroom, and found him kissing another girl I didn't recognize rather passionately. I froze, but reacted just in time to escape his grip and pointless excuses.

Next thing I knew, I was sitting on a swing by myself, feeling dizzy and nauseous. Great night, huh?

My throat closed, and the sour taste of tears invaded me, threatening to burst into heavy tears. I didn't even try to hold them back, which was probably due to the amount of alcohol in my system that made me ignore the fact that people could be watching, and would probably think I was insane. I didn't care, and I don't think I would've even in sober circumstances.

I had lost track of time since I sank into the depths of my own misery, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to meet a tall, brown-haired guy who looked like he was already regretting coming to me.

"Hey, I saw you crying, and I was wondering... Is everything okay?", he asked.

"Well, what do you think?", I replied sarcastically, disregarding the fact that I was being meaningful.

"Right", he said with a hint of disappointment, and began to walk away.

"Wait", I stopped him. "I'm sorry, you were just being nice and I-", I began, but cut off my sentence with a long, defeated sigh.

"Hey, it's fine. The question was kind of stupid anyways", he joked, and we both chuckled awkwardly.

Right when I thought he was gonna leave, he sat down in the damp grass, placed his arms behind his back, supporting his weight, and looked up to the night sky.

I, on the other hand, stared at him for a couple of seconds, watching his chest rise and fall softly as he breathed. His eyes were glowing, but I couldn't quite make out their color, and his hair looked messy at the time, but that somehow made him look even better. He was wearing dark jeans, and a button up shirt that hugged his muscles tightly, allowing me to admire every single pronounced curve. In other words, he was gorgeous.

"You know, sometimes the sky makes me feel so little", he spoke up, and I looked up, snapping back to reality. "I mean, think about it: we're just barely existencial compared to it. Who knows, it might even be infinite. We get worried about stuff that is so insignificant next to it, and think it's the end of the world, when it's truly nothing. But our world just falls apart."

I took a few moments to consider and absorb his idea. "So, you're saying no one should worry about anything?"

"No, that's not what I mean. Worrying and getting upset over something is both normal and necessary, but it's crazy how it can consume us completely, when there's so much more out there."

His thoughts really took me by surprise. It was hard to believe he had actually made them up by himself.

"You probably think I'm crazy", he said, laughing softly.

"I think you're unbelievably smart", I replied truthfully. "An extincted attribute among most humans."

He laughed. "Well, thank you. I'm glad to be an exotic species", he joked back, and I joined his chuckles.

We remained silent for a few moments, looking at the sky, thinking separately, but feeling somehow conected with each other.

"Wanna tell me what happened?", he asked, breaking the silence.

It took me a few seconds to realize he was referring to the incident from before, to the break up. I had forgotten about it, but that might've had a lot to do with the alcohol. As I was recalling the events, my chest began to feel heavy again, and the lump on my throat returned.

"Not really", I replied frankly. I just wanted to forget about the whole thing while I could.

He nodded sympathetically, grinned slightly in comprehension, and focused back on the sky.

"You know what?", I called him, letting the alcohol do the talking.

"Yeah?", he replied.

"I don't want to forget what you said about the sky and everything."

He smiled. "What makes you think you will?"

"I'm really drunk", I replied, stating the obvious.

"You seem fine to me", he said.

"I'm interacting with a stranger without feeling completely awkward."

He chuckled. "I'll have to make sure you remember, then."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, trying to analyze his words, but my head started spinning violently, increasing my headache, so I eventually gave up.

"By the way, did you come here alone?", he asked with genuine curiosity.

"Actually, I came with my boyfriend", I replied cynically, and I thought I saw a hint of disappointment spread around his features. "Well, at least he used to be until less than a half hour ago, so I guess I'm stranded here"

"Oh", he mumbled, realizing that was the reason I was crying earlier.

"None of your friends are here, then?", he asked.

"I actually live far away from here, but he wouldn't stop insisting in coming here. At least now I know the reason why."

"Well, in that case, I could give you a ride back home", he offered shyly.

As I was practically wasted, I didn't realize it could be dangerous to accept. He could be a serial killer for all I knew. So, instead of being cautious, I replied: "That'd be great, thanks."

We stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. "Actually, can we go now?", I asked.

"I though you'd never say it", he replied, and we both laughed and got on our feet.

And as we were walking away from the mansion, I did something I wouldn't have done if I was sober: I grabbed his hand with mine, and intertwined our fingers together, feeling my freezing skin warm up under his gentle touch. He squeezed our hands tighter, merging them together, and flashed me one of his stunning smiles.

We finally approached his car, which was a black Jeep, and he opened the passenger door for me. I thanked him and got inside, and, seconds later, he slid himself into the driver's seat and started the car, and we drove away from the party together.

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— Lou ☼☽