illuminate s.m

[1.19] on the road with mendes

on the road with mendes

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     We arrive at the arena in Dallas three hours before the meet and greet. We all discuss the plan for the meet and greet recordings, then Nick ushers me down the hall towards my dressing room, to relax for a little before the soundcheck. I stop by the main area to grab a bottle of water and an apple before I head in the right direction. I walk into my dressing room and close the door. It's not until I turn around that I see the brunette sitting on a chair looking at all my makeup. It's amusing to watch a twenty-year-old boy, man, look at makeup with wondering eyes.

"Hey! I didn't think you would be here until 5 o'clock." My first reaction is this and I quickly cover up, making sure not to sound annoyed or careless. "Not that I mind you being here." He scrambles to his feet like he was just doing something illegal. Shawn came yesterday morning and is coming with us for the next two stops after this one.

He clears his throat and steps closer to me. "Eh, yeah, I just really need to talk to you about something." Oh god. What can it possibly be that is this important? Has he made other plans? Is he leaving? Okay. Adria. Chill. Breathe in, then out. It's probably nothing bad.

"Okay."

I can see him fumble with his ring and I know this is something he does whenever he is scared or nervous. He quickly looks down at his hands then his eyes return to mine. Scared of what he'll say next, I turn around and start looking through my bag as a distraction. Soon, I feel a soft warm breath against the skin on my neck. I don't need to know what he wants to realise the cause of his actions. He wants me to listen. He wants me to turn around. So, I do that, and I force myself to look into his eyes. Beautiful brown orbs staring right back at me. My gaze turns down to his lips and I wonder if he thinks the same as I do? Without saying anything, I conclude that I must do it. I know what I want, but I'm not sure if he wants the same. My eyes wonder from his lips to his hazel eyes and linger for a few moments until I have the guts to close the space between us and place my lips on his. His lips lock with mine and he's kissing me back as soon as our bodies collide.

The kiss is slow and passionate, and our lips work together without any hurry. I feel his hands around my waist, and this encourages me to dive mine deep into his brown locks. It doesn't become more heated, but it stays perfect until the very end. Perfect. Of all the kisses I've ever been a part of, this is the most special one. The confusion I've felt regarding my feelings for Shawn have all vanished, and I know that this is right for me. He is right for me.

As we part I see him smile and a similar expression takes over my face as well. I feel a blush form on my cheeks, and I look down, slightly embarrassed about the effect he has on me. It's only a second before his hands guide my face to look at his. He then speaks with a soft voice that only makes me fall harder by each word he says. "Look, you're special. I've known that since the day I met you, and I've been walking around with this feeling whenever you're near me. I- I can't explain it, but I just realised this myself, and I just... I just thought you should know." Is he really trying to say what I think or has he just been fucking with me this whole time, messing up my mind to make me believe that there was nothing going on? I feel relief when he says his next words, and I didn't know that I needed to hear that until right now. "Your birthday, I meant it all. Yeah, I was drunk, but that doesn't matter. I like you."

I gasp, and I feel my cheeks flush the brightest colour. He likes you Adria. Say it back. You feel the same way. As our eyes meet, I find him pleading for an answer. Before I can think or stop the words, they fly out of my mouth. "I like you too." His whole face lights up and all I can see is pure happiness. Sadly, I must interrupt with my thoughts. "But what if we don't work and this ruins our relationship?" I look at the ground, scared that we might have already ruined something special by admitting our feelings. A warm hand cups my cheek and lifts it up to meet his eyes. Those gorgeous eyes I can get lost in.