Shawn Mendes One-Shots

You Did It

A/N: Wrote this on a whim again. Suppose to be a blurb but is 1k words even considered as a blurb? haha. Anyhow, I think I shed a tear or two writing this but it's not sad I promise asdfghjkl. It's just a little something for Shawn's first ever stadium show. And gosh, I'm so proud of that boy. Anyways! Hope you enjoy! x

Summary: Shawn's had this weird and unexplainable experience when he was just a child, but years down the line, he was very grateful for said experience and to have met this mysterious man.

Warnings: Emotional stuff maybe and Typos

Word Count: 1.8k+

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Shawn was lodging his guitar case down the busy street of Toronto with a wide smile on his face, his eyes scanning the beautiful but busy city underneath the summer sun. People were going out and about with their day, no one sparing the 12-year-old boy a glance as they hurry from one destination to another.

"Shawn, buddy, you wait here and don't wander okay? I'll be back as quick as I can." His father ruffled his hair, a bright smile written on the man's lips as he watched his son be so excited having bought his first guitar, never seeming to have the will to let go of the instrument despite the fact that it's almost the same size as the kid.

The young boy nodded, his dad helping him settle his guitar on a bench before disappearing to handle some adult business, Shawn swinging his short legs that couldn't touch the ground as he sat patiently and waited as he'd been told to do so.

He was humming a simple tune that he thought of on top of his head, eyes looking up the CN tower as it stood tall and mighty that it seemed to touch the blue sky in the perspective of a young boy's eyes.

And with a simple turn of his head, Shawn's vision was met by another magnificent looking building. One that looked like it stretched till forever down the street, not as tall the tower, no, but definitely bigger, or fatter, as Shawn thought.

ROGERS CENTRE

The big and beefy letters was staring right back at the boy, all red and bright at the very head of the stadium. Shawn's always wondered how big it was inside, and how cool it would be sit amongst thousands, or in his dreams, sing in front of those people.

"Hey there kid, this guitar yours?" A man sat down beside the boy, face unrecognizable as it was hidden under a baseball cap and dark sunglasses. He wore an all black outfit too, hands shoved in the pockets of his black coat, a very suspicious outfit but with a smile bright and welcoming that Shawn couldn't help but smile himself.

"Hello mister and yes, it's my first guitar ever." The boy chirped excitedly, face lighting up as he talked about the most precious item in his life as of now.

The man's smile only widened from there, nodding with a soft chuckle as he gave the kid a pat on the back. "That's amazing dude."

"Yeah! I can't wait to learn more and play it." The little one giggled, tearing his eyes away from the man to look back up at the big, fat building. The man followed Shawn's eyes with a soft sigh. "Have you seen what's the inside of that stadium?"

Shawn looked back at the man and shook his head no, a small frown on his face with a look of full curiosity, an innocent one that a child possess. "You want to see it from the inside?" The man asked softly, his smile never wavering as he looked at the boy adoringly.

Shawn contemplated on it for a moment, his parents' rule of never talking to strangers echoing inside his mind. But that's the thing, this man doesn't feel like a stranger to Shawn, if not, the boy feels like he knows who this guy is, despite not having seen him before.