Consumed || Shawn Mendes ||

An Unexpected Sight To See

I was finally in front of the beautiful effiel tower. Something that had been a dream of mine since i could remember. I had dreamed of this very exact moment with my mother, but here i was now alone but i made it here for the both of us. I looked up and took a deep breath in and exhaled, i looked over at the beautiful structure that stood before me. It truly was breathtaking in person. It was hard to believe that this was once considered "the ugliest building in Paris". The air was crisp and cool, and the early morning sun was peaking through. It wasn't to many tourist out just yet, i had decided to come early before the madness. I couldn't believe i was finally here, alone but i was here nevertheless. I decided to take my phone and capture a few pictures of myself standing behind the lower half of the tower. I should've bought myself a selfie stick. As i tried to struggle to get a better shot, i heard a voice in the distant. It sounded familiar, but not like a familiar i knew personally. I stopped and looked around trying to follow the voice i heard. I walked under the huge arch under the tower and at the corner end of one of the legs i saw him. 

Shawn Mendes. 

The guy who's voice was constantly in my ears, as i walked the streets of my everyday life. The same guy who's last album was my literal holy grail. I had went to a few of his shows back home, i never really got to 'Meet' him. i did follow him religiously on social media and i always dreamt of possibly meeting him. I did know he was here for his world tour and that's half the reason i decided now was the best time to come. Kill two birds with one stone. I couldn't believe he was here, the same place as me at the same moment. This had to mean something, right? I stood here standing a few feet away from him, and i couldn't think right. My mind literally turned to scrabble eggs and i grew frozen. As i looked i saw he was with his bodyguard and he was around some fans who had begun to line up and a bunch of phones came out towards him. He smiled his wholesome smile and he began taking pictures of the group of maybe 30 fans. I found myself walking slowly towards the line, my mind racing at a thousand milli seconds. 

** Should i be doing this? Is this faith? What if he stops before he gets to me and decides he didn't want to anymore? Does he get tired of grabbing the phones and snapping so quickly? Should i say something to him? Does he smell good? Whats his hair feel like? what pose should i do? Maybe a boomerang? I should put a gum in my mouth. ** 

Before i could back away i was already on line and it was almost my turn. Jesus that was fast. My stomach started to turn and i felt dizzy and lightheaded. I popped a gum in my mouth and tried to calm my unsettling nerves. As the girls in front of me started to disappear i suddenly felt so self conscious. I fixed my over sized grey cardigan and adjusted my pink camisole under and made sure my black leggings were good. I fixed my curly hair and tried to manage the wildness that was my mane, but not so much luck. i wiped my hands on my sides and i turned my camera on and put my lightly tinted lip gloss on. It was now my turn. 

"Hi" He said looking at me and smiling his all so beautiful smile. you know the smile. 

i couldn't stop staring at him for the small second before i snapped out of it. 

"Hi." I said in a low high pitch tone. what the fuck was that?!

He smiled again and grabbed my phone from my hand, our fingers touched for a second and i felt this electric shock through me. I couldn't seem to make straight eye contact with him. He stepped into my side and came close to me for the picture. He placed the phone higher up at an angle and i could only smile while holding my breath. He was literally in my personal space , his fluffy hair was a few inches away from me and all i wanted to do was touch his hair. He went to hand me the phone back but he pulled it back and said, "Lets take another one, eh. Seems to have been blurry." I quickly came to my senses and i said "sure". So he did it again and this time his hand was lightly pressed to the small of my back and we were more closer then the first time. I inhaled and smelled in scent and it was a mix of detergent and cologne. A good combination. 

"Thanks hun". He then said and he moved on to the next girl. 

My head felt so fuzzy, and i was in shock truly. 

I finally Met Shawn Mendes.