Shawn Mendes Imagines

67. Kiss Me Already! (S.M)

  You frantically swipe through your Instagram account and start crying as you realize it's true.

Your boyfriend cheated on you.

The pictures, the comments, and the captions. You can't deny it any longer.

The worst part is, you had come to Paris on a trip with your boyfriend and now you're stuck here. Shortly after your boyfriend arrives to the hotel, you force him to leave and you yell at him for making you waste 5 years of your life with him.

You sit on the bed, thinking about what you'll decide to do next, when you finally decide to call your best friend. You explain the situation and she remains calm, unlike you, and advises you to forget about him.

"How can I forget about him?" You ask her.

"I don't know but you have to forget about him! You're in Paris so might as well enjoy your trip! Find a cute guy—"

"No!" You yell, interrupting her, "I'm done with men! I'm done with dating."

"Ok ok, forget that then. Why don't you go do some sight seeing?"

"What? I don't want to seem like such a tourist. Plus, I'd be alone and look lame."

"Y/N, it doesn't matter! Go to the Eiffel Tower or something, you can't let this trip go to waste."

"I guess."

"Go! Speaking of going, I have to go too. Goodbye and good luck," she tells you before she quickly hangs up.

I thought she would be able to help more.

You shake your head and ultimately decide that she's right, you can't let this trip go to waste. Especially since you've already spent thousands on it.

You get up, change into some suitable clothes instead of pajamas, and decide to brush your hair and put on some light makeup. You force yourself to walk out of the hotel and like your friend had said, you call a cab and arrive at the Eiffel Tower.

You walk closer to it and feel shocked at it's architectural beauty and how huge it is. You see a guy walking towards you and you quickly fix your hair, hoping that you don't look like as much of a mess as you feel like in the inside.

"Hi! First time visiting?" He curiously asks.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"That's how all tourists look at the Eiffel Tower," he says, laughing a little.

You blush and quickly tell him, "I hope I don't look like too much of a tourist."

"It's cute," he remarks, and he winks at you.

You feel your heart race and you question, "what's your name?"

"Shawn. You?"

"Y/N."

"Beautiful name."

"Are you from around here?" You ask.

"Well, I'm originally from Canada but I've lived in France for a few years now," he responds.

"So, do you prefer France or Canada?"

"How dare you make me choose," he remarks, acting as if you've offended him with such a question.

"Sorry," you quickly tell him and he responds with a laugh.

"So, why are you in France? Other than probably just wanting to visit to see what's here."

"I had originally come with my boyfriend to visit but I found out he cheated on me so I'm still here.. but alone now."

"That sucks. I hope he gets stranded at sea in a sinking ship and the only food he has are tomatoes because all of the muffins were thrown into the water," he says.

"That's oddly specific."

"It's one of my worst nightmares," he nervously tells you which makes you giggle.

"I'm sorry that I'm laughing but tomatoes? Seriously?"

"I hate them. They're terrifying," he says as she he shudders a bit.

"Sorry for laughing," you apologize.

"No, it's fine. I know it sounds dumb."

"It doesn't!" You tell him so he doesn't feel bad but when he looks at you, you can't help but laughing a little.

"Don't lie!"

"I can't help it," you say and still, your giggling doesn't go away.

"What's your biggest fear?" He asks.

"It already happened. My boyfriend cheated on me and now we're not dating anymore."

He frowns and says, "I wish I could make you feel better."

"Trust me, you already have."

He smiles and tells you, "I'm glad that I could be of service."

"You're so cute," you say and this time, you see him blush.

"You're cute."

He leans in closer to you and you feel your breath hitch as feelings of butterflies take over you. He pulls away before anything can happen though and you're left feeling dazed.

"I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry," he says.

"No! Don't apologize!"

"How can I make this better?" He questions as he takes a few steps back.

"Well, first off, you can start by kissing me already!"

He smirks and quickly leans back in, kissing you and giving you a feeling that you never felt throughout the 5 years you dated your ex-boyfriend.

Your friend was right, all you needed to do was to forget your ex, because let's face it: your ex was your past but Shawn? He's your future.