Ruthanna
Shawn mendes-Shawn FREAKING Mendes-is holding me right now.
When I started crying, he put an arm around my shoulders and, on instinct, I buried my face in his chest. I feel both of his arms tighten around me as I sob.
There's no way that this is real. It's all too much, this has to be a dream. He makes me feel so vulnerable, like I'm the only other person on the earth.
And I hate it. I don't trust it.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I love you."
His voice is so soft, like an angel.
I still think that I'm having a heart attack.
Slowly, carefully, I look up at him, and then immediately gasp and jump back.
He's so close. He's here. I walk forward and touch his face, to make sure this isn't just me, in my imagination.
His face is so soft, and his smile...oh gosh, his smile.
This is too much.
"Mamma," my voice cracks.
"Will you pinch me? I think that I'm dreaming"
I say, all the while holding eye contact with Shawn Mendes.
Mom just laughs, standing in front of the door and Shawn Mendes smiles again and then softly pinches my arm and I say ow, even though it didn't hurt.
Fear flashes through his eyes, and he places his hand on my arm.
"Did I hurt you?"
I try to smile, but it just turns out like a weird and awkward grimace.
"No, sorry."
He laughs.
"Well, I promise that you aren't dreaming, hun."
He says, brushing a bit of hair out of my face.
He kisses me on the cheek and I melt. Then, he turns to my mom and shakes her hand and everyone's talking and laughing.
But me? I'm still in shock, and possibly still having a heart attack.
Meeting him is even more amazing than I ever imagined it would be.
