shawn mendes imagines

merch fate

shawn's pov

i was running through the dead airport, merely 3 am. if i missed this flight, i was sure andrew would kill me for real this time.

i rushed passed people, seeing my terminal in sight. i was just passing a book store, when i bumped into a short girl, i hadn't even acknowledged from running so fast.

"oh fuck!" she cursed, staring down at her sweatshirt.

my merch sweatshirt.

"oh my god i'm so sorry, i'm such a klutz," i apologized over and over.

it was weird, she still hadn't looked up at me. she was trying to get the coffee off her sweater with a napkin she had been holding, failing due the cheap paper of the napkin, disintegrating on her shirt, only making it worse.

and it usually wasn't something i thought every girl i ran into was; she hadn't even looked me in the eye and i already thought she was drop dead gorgeous.

"i think i can get you a new one.." i trailed off, still surprised that this girl was a fan. this girl? i bet guys throw themselves at her, why would she fangirl over me? me?

she was still cleaning her sweatshirt, failing to let me see her eyes for the first time, "no, it was only at this concert. i bet you don't know him-"

her breath caught in the back of her throat when her eyes met mine. her jaw dropped and she kept stuttering, "oh my fuck, you- i- what the actual fuck is going on. oh my- you're not real. holy shit! shawn?!"

i laughed, still amazed that this beautiful girl was before me, "i think i know who he is."

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GOALS GOALS GOALS

GOTTA ZAYN HOMIES, PEACE!!!1!!!!!

oh, if I did a younow would anyone watch???