Shawn Mendes Imagines

A Little More | Part One

SO I'M NOT DEAD

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uh, hey

Long time, no uploads.

I am sorry and I will do better just understand I have so much shit that is going on right now that it's almost impossible to bare and so, my mind hasn't exactly been focused on writing.

But, a singer I love released an album recently and there's a song that got me really excited and so I wrote it....at school but it's fine.

Now, this imagine is based off a song called 'A Little More' by Catie Turner and it's beautiful, give it a listen.

Anyway, that is what this is based off and I really love what I wrote.

For the requests, please be patient. Like I said, I have a lot going on. I wasn't even going to publish anything because of how busy I was but then I got hit with inspo and here we are. So yes, please bare with me, they will come soon.

This is also NOT EDITED so if you find a mistake, either ignore it for now until I go through and edit OR tell me and I'll fix it straight away.

Okay cool, that's all. Sorry for my lack of uploads, it'll get there.

xx

ALSO: I wrote this on Google docs on my laptop because that's what I prefer but I usually write on my phone because it's easier but if the spacing and format of this imagine is slightly different than usual, that's way.

Google docs people, it's actually really great. Always saving. No lost work.

Wow.

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Closing shut the car door, I blow on my icy fingers, feeling as though at any given moment they would snap off like an icicle a child would see with wide eyes and a cruel smile.

Shivering gently, my face rosy and prickly, I hurry along the frosted grass, careful not to let my boot slip on the icy blade of dull green.

Walking along the wooden porch, the floorboards creaking softly, I knock sturdily on the hunk of a door before me. Waiting a few cold seconds, the door unlatches and opens to reveal a woman with sunken eyes, a kind smile and hugs I had waited too long to receive.

“Mum.” I say breathlessly, falling into her loving arms that have helped my broken heart and dry my eyes too many times. Pulling back with a tear escaping one of my hazy eyes, she tenderly brushes it away, her eyes crinkled with a love only a mother can have for a child.

“Sweetheart. Come in.” Rushing me inside, she closes the door, the last of the cold air rushing in, soon being displaced with warm air that makes me sigh with pleasure. As we speak, I ran over to the crackling fireplace, the warm orange light casting a golden glow over the old furniture as i slide along the wood floor, situating myself in front of the warm flames warming my shivering bones.

“Be careful otherwise you’ll roast.” The comment from my mother brought me back to when I was seven, sitting as close as I could to the fire without getting burned when we had a frost storm and i was adamant that i had hyperthermia, when really I needed a decent jacket. “How’s school going? Exams.” I groan in protest as the mention of the exams hanging over my head. I face her, my chin propped up on my hand as I meet her wondering eyes.