He's Like Him [Part 2]

67. ShawnMendes TheTour

POV Shawn

We drove all the way to Amsterdam and I see the ZiggoDome getting bigger and bigger every second. This square building is where I'm going to start the tour, this is where my journey begins, this is simply amazing. Tonight, seventeen thousand fans will stand in line to watch me.

Indy, Nathan and I can enter through the artists' entrance and we find Andrew there immediately. "Mendes, are you ready for tonight?" He asks enthusiastically. I nod like an idiot and feel the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter again. "I woke up with butterflies in my stomach this morning. I'm so excited."

Indy smiles sweetly at me and grabs my hand. It's only five o'clock, still I want to check everything before the show starts. It just has to be perfect. It must be.

Mike and I do some sound checks and we rehearse a bit with the band. I don't sing with full breast yet, I'm too afraid I'll lose my voice. That's the worst thing that could happen. I'm just afraid the show will go wrong. Every damn time I'm so fucking nervous.

Time flew by and Andrew picked me up so that I would change. In a few minutes the meet & greet starts, then I have another hour break,, where Alessia Cara will sing a couple songs and then the show starts.

I put on black jeans and a black t-shirt and look at myself in the mirror. "Mendes, you can't be serious right now." Indy's voice sounds through the dressing room and when I turn around, she stands with her arms crossed staring at me. "What did I do?" I ask nervously. I've no idea what I did wrong and it makes me nervous as hell.

She comes closer to me, smiling like an idiot, and irons my shirt straight. "You're not going all black today," she drags me to the couch and grabs a denim jacket, "wear this over it." The jacket has white areas on the front and looks actually pretty dope.

"I just bought it at H&M, I thought you might like it." She blushes. She looks down at the floor and gently bites her lip. "Oh baby, I love it." I take the jacket from her and put it on. It fits perfectly. She rolls up my sleeves neatly and places a kiss on my hand. "I'm really proud of you, Shawn."

Her words make me so confident. Because of her I know I can do this. I put both my hands around her waist and look intobher eyes. They're blue, but tend to be green. They shine through the light and her eyelashes touch the skin above her eyes.

"Can I kiss you or not?" She asks. She teases me by saying the lyrics to my song. "Oh Indy."

I gently press my lips on hers as an answer. And then again. And again. The little kisses become one big kiss. Her hands move down my neck to my hair. She plays with it and it makes me want her. I want her. Now.

I slide my hands under Indy's shirt. Her bare skin is warm and I can feel the stretchmarks over her belly. "Shawn," she mumbles, "maybe this is not the time."

"Oh believe me," I say in between the kisses, "this is the time." I brush her hair to the side so that her beautiful neck is bared. Fuck. Gently I press my lips on her warm skin and make a way to her jaw. She throws her head back and can't suppress a small moan. I smirk at her reaction, I still have this effect on her. Fuck, she's so beautiful. The effect she has on me hasn't changed either. I still adore her with my whole heart.

"Mendes," sounds Andrew's voice beside the ring on the closed door, ruining this moment, "it's time!"

"Fuck," I startle, "it's time."