Consumed || Shawn Mendes ||

A Twisted Game Of Faith?

My eyes had dark circles that i chose to shield in my aviator shades, my hair was in a mess bun. I was in a over sized pullover sweater and my jeans were ripped at my knees. As i slung my carry on bag over my shoulder, holding my passport and phone in one hand I went stalking for the nearest coffee anything once i made it through all security check points. I needed a caffeine fix so badly.

The past two days were the worst. After that lucid like dream i battled with sleep that night. But then the next morning i decided to go to some museums. You know be a tourist and try to run away from my own self conscious. I wrote in my journey to help me have some release since i was completely alone in a new city. I took my mandatory Instagram pictures to post up for total strangers to just like and comment on. A weird validation i craved at times when i felt lonely. But once i returned to my room and i was laying in the tub trying to enjoy a bubble bath.

i found myself on his page and the a few fan accounts that had followed me. I went looking to just see him. See the fan videos of him talking to fans. Anything to feel remotely close to him. I found myself spending over an hour just watching tour footage from fans, his interviews, his old and new music videos over and over again. By the time i got out the tub my skin was prune like. I then did the thing i promised i wouldn't do again.

As my flight was beginning to board i sleepily dragged my tired body to the line waiting to board. My headphones were lowly playing 'Bad at love' By Halsey. The line began to move and i dragged my feet as it did. I had picked my head up to see how much more people were in front of me and for a moment i could've sworn i spotted him. Shawn, boarding the same plane as me. Noway. I was truly sleep deprived. I didn't bother to think anymore of it as i got closer to the flight attendant. Once i finally got to her, she smiled and took my boarding pass and and passport before handing it back and resting her hand for me to keep walking down the long narrow path to the entrance of the plane.

I started to put my passport back in bag as i walked towards my seat through the small walkway of the airport. Not pay attention i quickly walked into a strong back. I quickly caught myself but i somehow twisted my ankle trying to catch myself , before i knew it i felt strong arms grab to my forearms holding me from falling over. A cascade of luggage falls from the compartment above me and i barely miss getting hit by a small suitcase.

"Im so sorry. Jesus im an idiot."I huffed as i quickly got a hold of my two left feet. The sharp pain radiating though my left ankle as i tried to stand on it. I caught myself lean to the side as the hands met with my wrist forearm again.

"Are you okay hun? Should I get an attendant for you?" He asked.

I looked up and our eyes met.

Shit.

I felt my knees get weak again and i got flushed faced seeing his eyes.

His hands. oh god, those hands.

I could just shake my head in a no motion. I swallowed the lump in my throat to try to allow me to speak.

"Mhm, No ill be fine. Just a klutz in all forms apparently". I said as i let go of his embrace.

He shuffled his hands through his hair and he titled his head sideways and gave a small smile as he let go and picked up the luggage that had fallen. I quickly helped.

Once we were done he moved down the line to where his seat was. As he sat down he looked at me and spoke.

"Have we met before"?