illuminate s.m

[1.4] stranger danger

stranger danger

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     I truthfully don't know whether me or him is most surprised to see the other one. First of all; what is the chance of us taking the same plane out of all the planes we could have taken? Second; what is the chance of both of us flying in economy when we certainly have the money for anything else?  And third; what is the chance that we meet on a plane instead of on a red carpet or at an afterparty? Yeah, I have no idea, but here I am sitting in my seat looking up at the gorgeous boy in front of me. Or should I say man? He is 19 soon, isn't he? I don't know, but he sure is as beautiful as any magazine and photo portray him to be. Like hell how is that even legal?

The shock is clear in his brown eyes and he doesn't move at all. I can only imagine that I look quite much alike him. We hold each other's gazes and it is like I can see the wheels turning around in his head. "Excuse me mister, I have to ask you to take your seat." The brunette and I both snap out of our trances he looks at the hostess that looks slightly annoyed.

"Oh shit..." he mutters under his breath but it is still loud enough for me to hear. Oh my god his voice is beautiful like what? And the accent... Canadian it seems. Yes! Of course it is Canadian you dumb shit, he IS Canadian. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any problems." The hostess walks away with a nod and he scrambles to take a seat next to me. I just look at him and I can only imagine how creepy I must look but I don't care. The brunette places a bag under the seat in front of him before he straps in. Then he looks over at me and our eyes meet again.

Without thinking about my next actions, I reach my hand forward towards him. "Adria. But by the look on your face I guess you already know." He doesn't take his eyes off my eyes as he reaches out to take my hand. He shakes it and smiles towards me.

"Shawn." He states the obvious. I smile at him and I see how his eyes glistens from the sun outside. "I really have been wanting to meet you but I didn't expect it to be here." We both laugh at his statement and as I look down to cover the blush on my cheeks I see that we are still holding hands. That doesn't make my rising blush any better and I feel like my face is on fire from embarrassment. He seems to have noticed the same thing because we both suddenly let go.

"I've been wanting to meet you too actually." This light up his face and I have no idea why that made him so happy. I have no idea why he wants to meet me, but then again so is he and I have been looking forward to this. I guess I just want to meet the lad that everyone is talking about, and talking to him about writing seems more appealing than talking to most people.

"I heard your new album yesterday. It is really good! Like, the way you write lyrics just fascinate me a whole lot because you can write about the saddest things, but still make it beautiful or happy in a way. And the melodies are insanely good." He likes my music. That is so cool. He is such a great musician and if he says things are great they should be. "You just make it all so relatable I guess. It's easy to understand."

My smile just changes to a relieved and content one. "You have no idea what it means to me that you tell me this. You know, I believe that as artists that is the only thing we really want. For people to relate to our songs. And you write like the most relatable songs ever. They are so real and heartfelt and your new album is the best one so far. I mean like In My Blood. Oh my, that is just the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." It seems as he is just as happy as I am that we recognise the music of the other one, and that we somehow both relate strongly to what each other write. "For anyone struggling with anxiety I just know that it is an incredible help. And I too relate strongly to losing the control over everything."

I just continue my rambling until Shawn speaks up. "Thank you hun. And yeah, you're right. That is the whole point of making music except it being one form of therapy for some of us." I smile at him and let out a sigh. I just embarrassed myself by rambling out to him. "By the way, what brings you to New York?" he asks me.