Shawn Mendes Imagines

Barcelona

Imagine:

We enter a cute little bar that's hidden away in a busy side street in Barcelona. There's quite a lot people around inside, and they smile at us, recognising us as tourists. There's Spanish music playing quietly in the background as the owner behind the counter greets us with a warm smile and a quick "Hola."

My eyes land on the back wall, where the whole wall is plastered with coloured post it notes, some things written in English on them, others in Spanish.

"This is so cool," I say to Shawn. When he doesn't respond, I look at my side and see that he's disappeared. He's found a guitar from somewhere and starts strumming out a few chords, talking to a bartender. He lifts his head up and smiles at me as he walks towards me.

"Y/n! Did you see the post it notes?"

I nod my head and sit down at a table, looking for drinks to order.

He rests the guitar on the back seats in the corner. "They're all lyrics. Quotes people have written, songs they've sung in here."

He smiles at me again. "I'm gonna sing a song too," he tells me. "And then we can write down our lyrics and put it on the wall together."

I smile back at him. His passion for music is adorable, and he loves finding and playing on guitars if he can get the chance to. He picks it up again and practices some more, singing the occasional note. I order two lemonades for us as Shawn walks up to the free standing mic. He sets himself up and taps the mic before talking.

"Hola amigos! I'm touring Barcelona with my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n, who's sat right over there. I'm gonna sing a little song which I know you'll all love 'cause it's got some cool vibes about it. Hope you like it."

I clap and cheer for him with the other people in the bar. Shawn starts to strum the intro slowly and starts to play a relaxed version of "Stitches."

I sing along to the lyrics and clap the loudest when he finishes. I hand him a glass of lemonade and he drinks it thirstily. I embrace him with a hug and he laughs with me. He feels warm and flushed from the singing, and I can tell he's still pumped from that performance as his eyes smile brightly.

He sits down close to me and we listen to another guy singing and playing the guitar.

"You were amazing," I say to Shawn, kissing the edge of jawline. He chuckles and puts an arm around me.

"Thanks Y/n. Come on, let's go and write something on some paper notes."

He takes me by the hand and we walk over to a small table that's stacked with paper and pens.

I whisper in his ear an idea we should do together, and watch his face light up. "Sure. And when we come back years later, it might still be here."

I take time with mine, and so does Shawn, making it look pretty with shooting stars and cursive handwriting. Once we finish, Shawn sticks them quite high up the wall where there's enough space for our pieces of paper to be side by side.

The design we had drawn on each of our paper was half a heart that made 1, and the lyrics "Take a peice of my heart" on Shawn's paper transitioned onto mine and finishing with "and make it all your own".