Shawn Mendes Imagines

Tiny Dancer

The lights were bright and flashing like a rainbow on steroids. The sound of the bass and the drum kit echoed through the speakers and no other sound could be heard. The crowd was wild with excitement and people screamed with the lyrics. You were sure some throats would be bleeding by the end of the night.

In saying all that, it was obvious that you were at a Shawn Mendes concert. Months ago you paid a ridiculous amount of money but you knew it would be worth it. You were seated a few rows back from the stage but you could clearly see the artist, however, you knew that he couldn't see his audience.

You grew up in a strict household, your parents controlled your life. You always wanted to be a dancer or a performer of sorts, but your parents refused to pay for anything like that. Instead, you studied your second choice at the local university. You used to perform in high school, so you knew that all Shawn could see was black, as if he was looking into the night sky that seemed to yell at him.

Shawn thanked the crowd and then stepped back from the microphone. He swung his guitar around so he could have free rein of the microphone. You then heard a beat and immediately recognised that it was your favourite song. 

You started to sway your hips and move your hands. You were so into the dance routine, that you didn't realise that the music had stopped and there was a spotlight on you. Someone tapped your shoulder. You turned and saw Shawn smiling at you.

"Would you mind coming on stage with me? I would love to have a dancer up here," He said in the mic. 

"I am no dancer," You yelled, hoping he would here you. He smirked. Shawn handed his guitar off to a stage manager and walked down the few steps towards you.

"Dare say no to me now?" He asked smugly as he held out his hand for you. You shook your head and took his hand. "So what's your name beautiful?"

"Y/n,"

"Well y/n, I'm Shawn, nice to meet you," he guided you up to the steps to the stage. You then looked up at him and realised the massive height difference between the two of you. 

"I want you to have fun y/n. Dance your heart out," Shawn said. You gave him a nod as he went to the microphone. He announced your name and then the beat started. This time you exaggerated your moves as if you were in the studio. 

You danced around Shawn, you caught him smiling and laughing at you. Once again, you were so into the music that you forgot about the artist, the crowd or the fact that your dance would most likely end up in the media - hello YouTube. 

Once the song had ended, you felt a strong hand grip yours. You turned to Shawn with a huge grin on your face. "That was the best thing that has ever happened to me, thank you,"

"Anytime," he moved a stray hair away from your eyes. He then turned the both of you around. He lifted your hand, yelling your name to the crowd, before yanking it down, forcing a bow.

Later that night, you had a new friend request on Instagram.