Love Story (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- The start of something good

"The plane number 930 to JFK is now ready for boarding", the electric voice drawled over the speakers and I got up.
With my sky- blue headphones over my ears I made my way to the gate and stood in line.

How exciting. Finally getting out of Germany, finally surrounded by people who understand me, my thoughts and my dreams.
Off to the land of the free.

I went through the last bit of security, entered the plane and found my seat- the one at the window in the far back of economy class, just how I like it.

"Thanks mum", I thought to myself.
She was the best. Always on my side, always planning everything for me. Just an angel. It was hard for her to let me go.

Absentmindedly I put my bag on my neighbors seat, counting on the fact that no-one would've booked it. I mean, who except for me flies to New York alone in August.
Lost in my music I almost didn't hear the young attractive man trying to get my attention.

But luckily I did.

"Excuse me, is this your bag?"
I quickly took off my headphones, grabbed it and put it under the seat in front of me, mumbling a soft apology.

"Don't worry about it", he said with a smile and sat down.

His legs were long, so he had to move around a little to find a good position, bumping into my arm several times.

After he seemingly found one he turned to me: "I think now it's my turn to apologize." I smiled at him: "Don't worry about it"

"What's your name", he asked quickly before I got the chance to put my headphones back on.

"Nathalie", I said, looking at his face properly for the first time. Something about him seemed familiar to me, like I had seen him before somehow. His language of choice and his accent were prove that he was not German.

So how could I have met him before? I don't believe I would ever forget meeting someone with a face like this.

"I'm Shawn. Nice to meet you.", he reached out his large hand for me to shake, which I did, "I figured it's a good idea to make friends with my neighbor. I mean, we'll be spending the next 8 hours together. It's nicer to have someone to talk to"

I nodded and he raised his brows: "You don't seem that talkative"
"I'm sorry. It just makes me uncomfortable talking to people I don't know.", I buried my face further in the scarf I used as a blanket. That was the truth.

I didn't like talking to strangers. It had a lot of disadvantages, like not having a lot of friends or always being the weird shy girl.

But the advantages overruled, for example never having been kidnapped before, never having had my heart broken, or never having been betrayed by a 'friend'.

"Well, then let me tell you some things about myself so that I'm not a stranger anymore.

Maybe that'll make it easier", he put on his seatbelt and leaned slightly towards me, so that he won't have to talk loud.

As he began to speak I felt his breath on my cheek: "I'm living in Toronto, Canada right now. I'm 20 years old. I have a little sister, she's 14 and her name is Aaliyah. I'm going to New York to meet some friends that I haven't seen in a while."

I still didn't think of him as any different than a stranger, but now he made me curious. So I started asking: "What did you do in Germany?"

"I was working. I have a job that requires me to travel a lot."

I felt that it wasn't the whole truth, but I didn't want to offend him by asking things that are non of my business: "That sounds nice. But such a job when only 20 years old? You have done something right in life."

He shook his head: "I was just lucky. Being at the right place at the right time.", he eyed me, "I tend to do that"

I smiled at him, before burying myself in my scarf once again.

Smiling at people made me especially nervous. You never know what they might think in that moment. Maybe he thinks that I have yellow teeth (which I don't, just fyi), or bad breath (hopefully not 😬) or maybe he thinks I'm flirting with him (I'm not sure that I'm not).

"Hey", he reached over and pulled the scarf from my face, "you shouldn't hide. You're gorgeous "

As if on cue I turned terribly red. He started laughing slightly at my reaction, but when he realized I didn't think it was funny, he stopped immediately and eyed me curiously: "You act like no one has ever called you gorgeous before"

"W-well,...", I started, still blushing, and still not able to look at him. "No!", he interrupted my stammering, "tell me someone has called you gorgeous before"

"Not really. Sorry...", I whispered totally embarassed.
"You don't have to apologize to me. Manhood should apologize to you."

Maybe the flight wouldn't be as boring as I first expected. Cause what he just said really made me laugh- hard.

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Daughtry

I'm doing song suggestions for the chapters. They are in the Title.

Just some idea I had. Try it out if you want.