Shawn Mendes Imagines

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You took a breath as tears streamed down your eyes. You used to suffer from depression, so when things got too much, you broke down. You were home alone so you had Shawn Mendes blasting through your bedroom speakers. 

Listening to his lyrics gave you confidence in yourself and that everything will be alright.  Deciding that he would never see or reply, you wrote a message to him on Instagram. You wrote how much you appreciated him and his music. 

As you scrolled through Instagram, you saw posts dissing the singer or making up rumours about him. Angry and disappointed in the media, you opened Twitter and wrote a few sentences on why you are disgusted with the media and tagged Shawn in the post as you used him in a post. 

You smiled with yourself and laid on your bed as the Music switched to another Shawn Mendes song. 

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Weeks later you received a notification on Instagram. Your screen said that Shawn Mendes has sent you a message. Sighing at the thought of another bogus account trying to trick you into thinking that it was the Shawn Mendes. 

You opened up your direct messages and almost screamed, dropping your phone. The Shawn Mendes account that had texted you had a blue tick. It was Shawn Mendes. Clicking on his name, you saw the simple reply of two words 'thank you.'

You took a breath to calm down. Taking another risk, you replied 'I hate the media, no one should be treated like that. Especially you, someone who has helped so many people in so many ways."

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For months, you and Shawn texted. Each conversation becomes deeper and deeper. It was hard though, you both lived in different time zones so when he was awake, you were asleep and vice versa. However, there were times when you were both awake at the same time.

After four months of texting, Shawn video called you. You were on your laptop - working late, with only a shirt and underwear. Going against your better judgement, you answered the call.

"Hi y/n? It's nice to finally meet you," Shawn said. He was obviously in an apartment in a lounge room. 

"Uh- hi," you waved.

"What time is it there in the land down under?" Shawn moved in closer, "are you wearing my merch?"

"Uh... almost one in the morning," you wrapped your arms around your stomach, trying to hide the shirt. 

"What are you doing up so late?"

"Assignments. I'm not a morning person and I work better at night,"

"Interesting."

Video chatting and texting went on for months. You were falling for him and you hated it. Knowing that he could never be yours since you lived on opposite parts of the world. 

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A year had passed. You knew that Shawn was in town doing a show. You would have gone but you didn't have the money and his concert sold out within minutes. 

You were at work when there was a knock at the front door of your house. Your mother answered the door. A tall boy with light brown hair was shuffling his weight at the doorstep.

"Hi Mrs y/l/n?" Shawn said. "My name is Shawn Mendes and I was wondering if y/n was here?"

"You are Shawn Mendes? The singer that y/n keeps talking about?"

"Yes," Shawn nodded. Your mother smiled and moved aside to let Shawn in. He saw your father sitting at the dining table. "Hi Mr y/l/n, I was wondering if I could date your daughter? I would really like to date your daughter. She is sweet, funny and highly intelligent,"

Your father stared at him, "do you make my daughter happy?"

"I don't know, but I want to,"

Your father nodded and smiled. "She is at work at the moment. I'm supposed to pick her up very soon, perhaps you would join me?"

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You were hanging at the front of your work with a few of your co-workers. You waved goodbye when you saw your father's car pull up. You jumped when the passenger door opened. "What the -" You gasped.

Shawn walked closer to you, with a VIP concert ticket. "I thought you might like some tickets,"

It took you a few seconds to process that Shawn Mendes was in front of you, picking you up from work. "What do you want in return?"

"A date?" He smirked. 

This chapter is based off a book that I am currently writing.