Shawn Mendes Imagines

22 - Imagination

There he goes again. I couldn't help but admire him as he walks by my house. I just love how the wind blows his hair slightly and how he wears a leather jacket over his shirts almost every day. And no, I'm not stalking him or anything. It's just that... every morning, it's the same. He always passes here and I just... I just want to call out his name but sadly, I don't know it.

"y/n!" I heard my mother call from inside.

I looked at him one last time before running inside. I sat down on the chair by the counter as my mother prepared our breakfast. I couldn't help but ask myself, "Will I ever meet him? Who is this stranger anyway?" but in the end... I wouldn't have my answer.

Later that day, I decided to finally get my ass off my bed and actually do something during my summer break. I changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of black jeans, a plain black shirt, and boots. I grabbed my guitar and phone before walking out of the door.

The walk to the park was short and there weren't that much people than one would expect. I sat down on one of the benches near the lake before taking my guitar out of its case. I tuned the strings before trying out a certain chord progression. Am-F-C-G, I played several times before deciding on a strumming pattern. It's one of those moments when you have the tune but just don't have the lyrics. I absolutely hate that feeling.

I put my guitar down before placing my head in my hands. I just can't help but I wish to know who that guy is. Something about him just catches my attention. I want to tell him that he looks amazing from where I'm standing and that I can't help but think that we'll be perfect for each other. I think I fell in love with him but I don't even know his name or anything about him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Someone asked from beside me.

"No, go ahead." I answered, not looking at the person who asked while moving my guitar out of the way.

"Thanks."

I just stared at the water thinking about the mysterious guy and how hopeless it would be if I try and look for him. I placed my guitar on my foot and rested my chin on the head stock.

"Cool guitar by the way. What kind is that?" The guy beside me asked.

"Oh, it's a classical. As much as I want to use an acoustic, this is way less painful." I said, finally looking at the guy.

Well, fuck me up. (*Trevor Moran's voice*) I can't believe I was fantasizing about the guy who passes by my house when in reality, he's right beside me at the moment. Oh my God, someone save me! I'm dying because the butterflies are real right now.

"Yeah. Using an acoustic will definitely leave you with the possibility of getting cut or having the skin on your fingers get scraped off." He said, smiling at me.

"Do you play?" I asked him while I tried to control the beating of my heart.

"Well, yeah. I have one just like it except it's an acoustic."

"Really? Can you play a song for me?"

He took the guitar from me before playing the exact same strumming pattern and chord progression as I did before.

"Oh, there she goes again,
Every morning it's the same.
You walk on by my house,
I wanna call out your name,

I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I'm standing.

You got me thinking what we could because,
I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true.
Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you.
This is typical of love.
Can't wait anymore, I won't wait,
I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever,

In my dreams you're with me,
We'll be everything I want us to be.
And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time.
Or is that just me and my imagination?" He sang beautifully.

"Oh my God, are you a singer or something? Because if you are, that was absolutely amazing. I love your voice." I said once he gave me back my guitar.

"Thank you and I'm kind of a singer. Have you ever heard of Vine?" He asked me while blushing a bit.

"Isn't that an app like YouTube?"

"Yeah, except you could only post videos worth six seconds. I used to post covers there and I guess that's what got me... um... famous, I guess."

"I'm y/n, by the way. Y/full/n." I said, extending a hand for him to shake.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Shawn Mendes." He said, shaking my hand as sparks seem to hit me.

"Wait... Shawn Mendes as in... Oh my God! How blind can I be?"

"Let me guess, you're a fan?"

"I wouldn't really call myself a fan since I don't really know basic information about you, sorry for that, but I like your music because it actually involves the presence of instruments unlike majority of the artists nowadays. At the same time, it doesn't revolve around girls with big butts and hooking up."

He smiled at me before standing up, still holding my hand. "Why don't we go around for a bit? If that's okay with you. This way, you could learn the 'basic information' about me"

"Okay. Let me just put the guitar back in its case."

I fixed my things up before standing up with him. We walked around the park, just getting to know each other while laughing occasionally at some of our stories. His hand never left mine and I don't mind. I can't help but feel like jelly because of the sensation it gives me. It started to get dark and all good things must come to an end.

"It was nice meeting you, Shawn but I have to go. It's getting a bit late." I said, looking at him.

"Will I ever see you again?" He asked.

"I don't know. Only time will tell. It's not like I'm leaving this place anyway."

He gave me a hug and I felt him slip something into my pocket. I gave him one last smile before going home. I reached into my pocket to find a piece of paper with his number written on it. All night, we just kept on texting each other and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next day, I decided to wake up earlier than usual and got dressed. I changed into a pair of blue leggings, white shirt, and black flats. Once the clock struck eight, I ran downstairs and waited outside the door, sitting on one of the patio chairs while playing with my phone. When he passed by, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

"Shawn!" I called from the porch.

He turned his head and smiled when he saw me. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. It was warm and so soft against mine as they moved in sync. When we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I just had to make that sure my imagination's not playing with me into making me think that you're really in front of me because I think I fell for you faster than most people would fall for another." He whispered before kissing me again.

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A/N: If that didn't make sense to you, just know that I don't get it either. 😂✌ The writer's block is real right now.

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