Shawn Mendes Imagines

3. Lost In Japan (S.M)

"Excuse me?" You ask people walking by you, hoping that they'll help you out.

You hope is quickly drained away as they ignore you, walking away and going along with their day.

"Can you help me out?" You ask politely, tapping a women on the shoulder.

The women rapidly turns around and her eyes seem to want to set you on fire. You flinch back and she begins yelling at you in an angry tone with words of gibberish. You don't understand her but you can understand that she's very, very angry.

That's what I get for coming Japan and not knowing the language.

A young man rushes over and begins to calm the lady down, speaking in Japanese to her. He catches your eye a few times as he's talking to her and you give him an appreciative smile. You admire his 6'2" figure and his eyes that are a hazel color, as well his soft hair that must give anyone the urge to run their hands through it.

He finally stops his conversation with her and the lady looks at me, giving me what I assume is an apology, and speedily leaves.

"What did you say to her?" You question him.

"I just told her how you didn't mean any trouble and that you were really sorry. She was angry but luckily, she calmed down."

"Thanks, so much. Your name is...?"

"I'm Shawn. I'm actually from Canada but I've been studying abroad here in Japan these past two years so I learned Japanese."

"Woah, woah. I asked for you name! Not your entire life story!" You jokingly tell him.

He blushes and says, "I'm sorry— I've just— I didn't mean to."

"Hey, don't worry. I was going to ask you that anyways," you say and you laugh as his face lights up again. "I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. What are you doing here in Japan?"

"Well, I thought it would be nice to come on vacation here but I didn't realize how lost I would get here!"

"Lost in Japan, huh?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. I was having a good time until my phone died, making me lose my whole way around here."

"I can help you out. I know this place well enough at least."

"I'm staying at the Paradise Hotel."

He nods his head, thinking for a moment and then says, "well, I don't know that place but I have a phone."

You laugh and he takes his phone out of his pocket, searching the place up.

"Ah," Shawn remarks. "Found it. Do you want a lift?"

"Please, would you? I don't have a car because I'm on vacation and I took a bus to get here but it wouldn't exactly be helpful to go on a bus when you don't even know where to go which isn't really a good thing but you know, you really can't hel—"

"No need to worry. I'll give you a lift."

You follow him across the streets and he leads you into his car, opening the door for you like such a gentleman.

"Thanks, again," you say.

He offers you a smile and tells you, "it's no problem."

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"We're here."

"Really?" You ask and you look out to the building from the parking lot he's parked in. "You're right! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome."

You look into his eyes and are compelled to give him a kiss.

"What was that for?"

"That was for being such a gentleman," you say.

"Thanks," he tells you, laughing a little at the compliment.

"Write your number on a piece of paper so I can call you once I charge my phone."

He does it and says, "call me soon."

"I will."

And with that, you get out of the car and walk into the building.