Shawn Mendes imagines

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A/n Trying make this gender neutral x 

You run across the pavement trying to weave your way through the large crowd of people. Everyone is trying to get somewhere. Shoulders bump into each other but no one really notices or cares. You come up to a cross walk and wait with several other people for the light to change indicating that you can walk. You tap your foot and check your watch. The light changes and the large crowd proceeds to cross the street. You don't pay attention to what is coming in front of you and a hard shoulder knocks you. The papers that you were carrying in your arms fly across the street and you fall to your knees. Several bodies pass overtop of you. They all ignore you. You attempt to collect the loose papers but feet crumple and tear them. Within the blink of an eye all the bodies disapate and the light changes again. You don't even notice. You can hear a faint yelling from the other side of the street but you don't think anything of it, you just continue to pick up your papers. The yelling starts to get louder and you finally look up. This is when you notice you are sitting in the middle of the street, and to the left of you was a car, speeding in your direction, showing no evidence of slowing down. The yelling keeps getting closer and you can see a man running in your direction. No one else seems to notice. You squint your eyes and recognize the man, it's Shawn Mendes. He keeps getting closer to you, the same way the car does. He was so close you can see every curve of his face, the sweat pouring through his skin. He looked panicked. Your heart is racing. The headlights get closer and closer. As if in a single swoop, large arms wrap around your back and legs. You are lifted off the pavement and the car flies past, exactly where you were sitting only seconds ago. Shawn's breathing is heavy and you bury your head in his chest. With his finger he wipes hair out of your face, "are you okay?" his eyes wander over your entire body. You bite your lip and nod your head. Your hand also rests on his chest. "Thank you," you whisper breathlessly. He laughs a little and squeezes you tighter, "of course.