Lucky: Shawn Mendes Fanfic

Shawmantha

Samantha's POV
I close the door as he leaves, smiling like an actual idiot. I can't believe that just happened. I can't believe my idiot idea to fly out here and open up to him about how I felt through his songs actually worked.

'Oh my god, I'm not breathing,' I think as I take a deep breath in. I guess I forgot how to breathe after all that happened. I can still feel his lips against mine. I can't believe I didn't realize how much I really care for him until today. I mean, we were practically made for each other. Yeah... okay. I take another breath in. I scurt over to the screen in his dressing room and turn it on just as Shawn appears on stage. He's smiling like an idiot, just like how I know I'm also smiling too.

"What's up Brisbane?!" He yells out as music starts up behind him. As I watch him, I realize just how much my heart has admired him throughout the years while my brain hasn't allowed it to become a full thought, letting it go full-circle. But, how can I not now?

His hair looks perfect, especially now that I've felt how soft it is, I have to keep myself from running out there and combing my fingers through it. Stop.

Okay.

Also, he's wearing one of his signature flower shirts and... oh my gosh. It has my favorite flower in it. No one really has this favorite flower. Chrysanthemums. It's weird, I know, but the name is so unique I can't help it. And he's wearing a shirt with them on it.

It's like he knew this was going to happen. I'm not complaining, though. He turns around to face a couple band members and I almost yell.
Holy... his jeans look... very good on him.

His muscles look so prominent and I wonder how this man could ever go for me. But there's one thing that outweighs all of those.

His passion. His passion for music and his fans runs so deep that you would think he wasn't real if I tried to explain how much he cared and loved them and loved what he did. He's the best person I've ever had the privilege of meeting and knowing and now... now we're... I don't know yet, but I just got to kiss him.

Ahhhh!! Okay okay. I focus back on him through the tv and he just stops, looks to his right, back out at the crowd and then starts to run offstage. He's only done two songs. He disappears from the screen, but the band keeps playing, like this is supposed to happen, but I sure do know that it's not.

"What is he doing?" I whisper. And then I hear footsteps. I get up from the couch and keep staring at the tv confused. All of a sudden, the door bursts open and I look over to see Shawn just standing, holding the door open, with a huge smile on his face.

I automatically smile and then shake out of it.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I wanted to make sure you were still here, that you hadn't left yet... and also to do this," he gets out just before he takes one step towards me, grabs my face in between both of his hands and connects our lips for the third time today. I can't help but smile into the kiss, placing my hands on his back. He lets go of me, smiles one big dorky smile and then whispers, "I have to go again. Please don't go anywhere," before turning around, and leaving the same way he had come in.

"I didn't plan on it," I whisper as he leaves. I don't move, standing where I am for what seems like five minutes. I finally snap out of my daze and turn back towards the tv on the monitor. He's singing Treat You Better now, and I can see he keeps looking into the camera. It's like he's staring into me. He's smiling like crazy and I can't help but smile back at him, even though I know he can't see me. I sit back down and enjoy the show, the smile never fading on my face.

After a couple songs, there's another knock on the door. I know it's not Shawn this time, he's out on stage. I can see him right now on the tv. I get up, slightly confused and as soon as I do, someone starts talking while someone else gently grabs my arm and starts walking me towards what I know is the stage, because it gets louder with every step.