Shawn Mendes Imagines

New Beginnings

IN HONOR OF SHAWN MENDES'S NEW POST AND THE START OF A NEW MENDES ARMY ERA, I JUST HAD TO HURRY AND WRITE AN IMAGINE FOR YOU GUYS. WE DESERVE IT! HE HAS BEEN HINTING FOR A WHILE AND NOW STUFF IS STARTING TO HAPPEN!!!! Anyway, here is an imagine also about new beginnings :)

Your POV

"We are going to die!" I screeched into the open air, laughing. The professional had me secured tightly in this harness. Wind flew past me as I screamed continuously. Shawn was panicking, yelling profanities and squeezing his eyes shut. The world below me approached me slowly, even if I knew we were falling like dead weight to the ground, everything seemed to be stuck in slow motion. I felt invincible.

   Shawn decided that jumping out of a flying plane was the perfect way to start out our new beginning. We knew we wanted to do something big to start fresh, like go on vacation to somewhere foreign and vacant where not many people would know who he was. We chose New Zeeland, at a tiny resort in the middle of nowhere. After all that has happened in the past month, the last thing Shawn wanted was another interview. He didn't mind the paparazzi. He always said that it is a big part about his job, if he were to hate it, then he would hate his passion. But when scary (mendes. I'm sorry I had to... carry on) life changing events happen, every blog, magazine, and social media platform what to get every detail and all different ones to make a good headline. Which he always tried to understand, because it was their job and that's how they make money. But you can only tell so many different parts to a story. And you can only tell a story like that so many times before it starts to eat you alive. 

First, Shawn's dad had died exactly two months and four days ago on this day. I had never seen Shawn cry before that day. The few agonizing seconds that I had to see his world crumble in his hands, his smile slowly drop into remorse, the low tone in his breaking voice when he told his aunt on the phone that he had to go, the first tear that ran down his cheek. It broke me too. He was practically dead for two weeks, a shallow soul in a corpse. Which I understood. His father was his favorite person. And we were planning to visit them in just a few days when we got the call. Now we were going to see them in a few days for a funeral. He laid around, eat next to nothing and didn't dare look at his guitar. He tried to break up with me, twice. Both times I refused to leave even if he screamed at me. I just closed my eyes and let him until he started to ball and I would hug him. He started to get stronger after two weeks though, after his funeral was in the past and the online messages started to become lesser and farther in between. He started to smile a little more and everything was in honor of his father, from a tattoo to a song that he planned to release the next month. I started to get Shawn back.

Then we were coming home from a long recording session for his new song. he laughing and so was I. I decided then that when we were singing along to the old song on the radio that I had finally gotten Shawn back, that he was finally really starting to recover.

"We are going to die!" I screeched into the open air. The seatbelt had me secured tightly in my seat. Flames flickered around me as I screamed continuously. Shawn was unconscious in the drivers seat, he body getting engulfed in fire. The world around me seemed to fall away from me slowly, as smoke made my screams emptier and I felt weaker, everything was stuck going high speed. I didn't know what to do. I just kept trying to get the seatbelt to let lose, praying and praying that I would get out of this car. Suddenly, it snapped against the heat. I gasped and leaped out of the car into the dark world. I fell against the concrete. I crawled as fast as I could to the other side. I was waiting for the car to explode, I was just hoping it would wait until I could Shawn out of the car. I couldn't lose him, I just couldn't. I reached for his door handle and threw it open with all of my force. I grabbed his arm, yanking him as hard as I could. His seatbelt must have broke already, because he dragged easily. He slammed into my lap. I desperately moved us as far from the car as I could. I got to the edge of the forest line when the car finally blew up into a massive mass of orange. I sheltered Shawn the best I could from debris, leaning over his body. Small pieces of glass pierced my back and bit my lip until it bled too. I held him tight, begging him to wake up. 

He woke up twenty minutes later, after I had found his phone somehow not brunt to a crisp in his pocket and called 9-1-1. We held each other and watched the fire until the ambulance and trucks came. Shawn and I both went to the hospital to get treated for smoke exhaustion and for some more minor injuries. We learned that the guy who had hit us was drunk and died instantly. That night, I was the one who cried the most. I was scarred from the night. Shawn's mom cried a lot too, saying that she almost lost half of her family in the matter of a month. I had to stay in the hospital for five days after I had minor surgery on my foot and to get my strength back. Shawn was out in two, but he stayed in my room anyways. The hospital staff had to put extra security on our floor to avoid the paparazzi. Shawn's management team was with us a lot during those couple of days too along with the police, telling us what to say on socials and how we would move on from there. 

Shawn had decided to take a break. And that we needed a fresh start. 

Here we were. Practically falling to our death, as if we hadn't dealt with that enough. Though from our research, we decided that it was more safe than not. And that us dying in the car was more likely than from sky diving. And we weren't going to avoid cars for forever (though I tried). Shawn said that when we reached the ground, it would be like we jumped into a new world.

It did feel like that. The ground felt foreign when we reached it. I hurried to get out of my harness and the parachute before I ran into Shawn's arms. We sang out that we did it.

"I love you so much," Shawn mumbled against my lips. I smiled and kissed him.

"I love you too. Welcome to our new beginning," I whispered. 

A/N 

I sure do hope you liked it. Also, WE ARE SO CLOSE TO 500K and I want to do a special imagine again, so comment some ideas and I might use them :)