Shawn Mendes Imagines

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A/N bare with me on this one. But how much do y'all love this video. I cried in the middle of science class it was so humiliating but still I loved it even if they didn't bother to use my imagine as a perfect music video idea... Whattttever. Enjoy.

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Alone a girl sat, her fingers softly glazing over soft layers on grass as she sat atop the hill. The hill overlooked street in the distance, and she drove to that hill to watch the cars zoom past. It was her thinking place. The place she went to escape. She would bring her old purple blanket, with the threads slowly fraying and burn holes from cigarettes. It smelled like home, her old home. The only thing she had from that old home she grew her young years in was getting that blanket from her grandma. It was her safety blanket, even if it was broken. She would plug in her headphones and forget the world existed other than those people rushing past her. But she thought none of them even glanced at that hill, because it was just a hill to her. It's funny how symbols come up. How objects can become something so meaningful. It wasn't just a hill to her. It was her hill.

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Looking out of his window, he saw a girl propped on top of a hill a ways away. She took his breath and attention away, to the point where he swerved onto the sidewalk. He yelled out and slammed on the break. He came to a halt, and when he found his breath again he glanced back at the girl. He couldn't see her  features all that well, but he could tell she was laughing. He backed up into the road and drive around until he found the entrance of the park, and with some help, the hill. The humming of his engine made the girl jump, then dart her eyes back at him. He shut the engine off slowly and got out of his vehicle. He stood there for a few seconds, pondering if this was actually the right decision.

"What?" She asked, not in a rude way, but annoyed. He didn't know what to reply with. Hey I almost crashed my car for you. No. Maybe. I promise I have my license. No you idiot. Are you 15? You're beautiful but not like the beautiful that your mom says when she sees you put on that dress but the beautiful your soulmate says when they meet you for the first time. Yeah okay. Then she will call the cops you freak. Even if that works in the movies.

"Hi. I'm Shawn," he said. Yeah that was sooo much better. She cocked her head to the side.

"And?" She was expecting him to tell her why he drove up here. He showed her. He walked over and sat beside her.

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Only the people who might have glanced at that hill for even a split second while they were driving would have gotten to see the event love at first sight, word, touch. By the end of the night, they were in his car, his hands trickling down her back and her fingers wrapped in his hair. By the end of the week they were holding hands while they strolled down the mall, saying "boyfriend and girlfriend" when people asked what they were. By the end of the month, they were blushing when their parents questioned them at dinners. Wondering how they met, their futures, their futures together.

They were wondering too. But they were so far in cloud 9, they forgot that they had to come back down.

They didn't care to think of the future because they desired the present. They wanted to hold onto their world for infinity. They wanted time to freeze, with their hands intertwined in warmth. They wanted to run off into the horizon with nothing but each other and just keep going until they reached nowhere. They wanted that feeling that they had when they kissed to never waver. But something started to clear up to them through the fog of lust. 

They wanted all of these things. But it wasn't what they needed. 

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Neither of them were beneficial for the other. They were opposite people, in opposite worlds, who somehow fit like puzzle pieces. But they were pieces to different puzzles. They would never work the long run. Because that feeling of their heads in the sky only lasted until they crashed into the dirt. When their hands moved from gently brushing their backs to pushing their chests. When their 'I love you babe's' turned into 'see ya's'. When their texts became further and lesser in between. It was common for this type of love to fade into something more reliable, more realistic and civil, but theirs wasn't fading. It was flaring into this mesmerizing fire that would burn through the darkest of skies, and then disappear like smoke. They weren't a match made in Heaven. Because they were simply two trains who met at a station, and they were now heading in polar directions.