Shawn Mendes Imagines

Eye Contact

"This is amazing!" I yell, my face aching from how long I've been grinning. To say I was excited to finally be at a Shawn Mendes concert was an understatement.
"I know!" Y/F/N laughs, pulling me into a hug. I hug her back, shrieking when I hear the band start to play Shawn's new song, 'If I Can't Have You'. Immediately, Y/F/N has her phone out, ready to record as usual. I don't join her though. I feel like to really enjoy a concert, you need to pay full attention to the music and enjoy it to the very last minute - live life to the fullest.

Throughout the concert I have been discreetly dancing to each song, singing my heart out while keeping a steady gaze on Shawn on the stage, which we were lucky enough to get a spot right in front of. But the pure excitement that this song draws from the crowd is infectious and I quickly find myself jumping around like a maniac, screaming the lyrics at the top of my voice. At one point I close my eyes, allowing the myself to enjoy the moment.
Suddenly I feel a sharp jab to my ribs, and fling open my eyes again. I glare at Y/F/N, knowing that she elbowed me. "What was that for?" I shout over the music, rubbing the sore spot on my side.
She grabs me closer to her. "Don't look now but Shawn keeps staring at you!" She yells into my ear.
I can't help it, I burst out laughing. "No he isn't! He's just surveying the crowd!"
I turn my attention back to the stage, still giggling at Y/F/N's absurd declaration, only to immediately lock eyes with the man himself. A large grin is etched onto his face as he keeps eye contact for a few seconds, only to then face the crowd once more as he begins his next song, 'Treat You Better'. [idk if this is the next song on the set list or not so just go with it.]

I grab Y/F/N's hands, forcing her to dance with me as I try to brush off what just happened. He was probably just looking around, I tell myself. You just happened to look up at the right time. However this gets harder and harder to believe as throughout the song he locks eyes with me several more times. By the end I'm a blushing mess, disbelieving that this person I've loved for so long has actually noticed me. I can tell that people have started to realise that Shawn is continuously staring at someone in the audience because they start to look around, a few successful in their attempt to find the person - me.

"Do you know, Shawn?" A young girl standing next to me asks me, raising her voice over the music.
I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.
"Well, he sure seems to want to know you!" She grins, turning back to her friend. It was meant as a harmless comment, a friendly one even, but I can't help wondering if there is some truth in it. I quickly shut that thought down, knowing that it's only wishful thinking that will lead to me getting hurt. He doesn't care.

A few people aren't so kind as the first girl however, and I hear angry mutters targeted at me.
"Bitch."
"Who does she think she is?"
"She's not even pretty."
Some even say it to my face. I shrug them off, knowing that they're only saying it because they're protective of Shawn, like every fan is, like I am.
Y/F/N raises an eyebrow at me, silently asking if I'm okay. I nod and grab her hand again, determined to enjoy the show until the very end.

I notice that Shawn's attention to me hasn't wavered, and this time there's a slight frown on his face as he continues to sing. Almost subconsciously I smile at him, an effort to show him that everything's okay. Although I don't know why, it's not like I know the guy personally. For some reason this seems to work and I gasp as he winks at me before quickly running off stage, presumably to get ready for the last song on the set list, 'In My Blood.' Not that I researched this before I came here or anything...

Before I know it, Shawn has reappeared and is soon finishing the song, much to the immense sadness of everyone here. Fans push eagerly towards the barrier, the knowledge of how the show is going to end playing on their minds. Of course I'm one of them, I'd have to be an idiot not to want to get chance at being near my idol. The crowd goes wild as Shawn races from fan to fan, grasping and hugging as many as he can before moving on. Soon he's only about a metre away from where me and Y/F/N stand, and my breath catches in my throat. He won't... will he?

Suddenly, before I can even comprehend what's happening, he's standing in front of me. The Shawn Peter Raul Mendes is standing in front of me. He's grinning from ear to ear, his gorgeous chestnut hair tasseled from the excitement of the show and passionate fans. Immediately the girls surrounding me attempt to grab him, their screams deafening. He hugs a few girls quickly, talking to each as he goes. I look down at the floor, suddenly shy. I feel someone's eyes burning into me and on instinct I look up, only to make eye contact with the boy I have been admiring all night. He stretches his arms out and I assume he's reaching for the people behind me, only for his arms to wrap around me instead. For a millisecond I'm frozen, too shocked to move. But sense quickly kicks in and I return the gesture.
"At the end of the concert go to the security guard in the red vest standing at the right of the stage. He'll let you through. Hand him this," he whispers urgently into my ear as he slips a card of some sort into my hand. "Only if you want to, of course."
And with that he's gone, racing through the line of girls and boys alike before the song ends. The only sign that he was really here is the pass clutched tightly in my fist. And the glares of the girls around me of course.

I feel a hand drag me backwards and against my better judgment, I let it. Thankfully it's only Y/F/N and not a crazed fan.
"What the f#%k was that?!" She yells over the slowing music.
"I-I..." I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. I'll explain in a few minutes, I try to tell her with my eyes. It seems to work because she nods, although a worried look remains in her olive green eyes.

Another hour or so passes and the arena is nearly empty, save a few kids, their parents and us. I explained what happened to Y/F/N and she has been urging me to find the security guard ever since.
"You'll regret if you don't!" She keeps telling me.
"I want to go, I really do. I want to meet Shawn. I want to talk to Shawn. I want to tell him how much his music has helped me and how grateful I am. But what if he decides he doesn't like me? That I'm annoying or childish or... I don't know!" I slump to the ground, my back to the barrier and my head in my hands.
"Y/N. Listen to me. You are the most beautiful, kind, non-annoying, mature person I know. Shawn Mendes looked out in this massive crowd of hundreds of thousands and he found you. You. Not anyone else. He saw something in you. You owe it to yourself to accept his request." She pulls me into a hug.
I look up slowly. "Maybe..."
"Nope. No maybes." She pulls me to my feet. "Now GO!" She shoves me towards the obviously waiting security man.
Guess I'm doing this then...

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Hey guys! I'm sorry for the long wait for the next chapter. Hopefully this won't happen again since I have my school holidays until September! Yay!!!

Anyway, I wanted to say please feel free to request any imagines you want. I might not be able to get around to writing them straight away but I'll try my best. Just send me a pm!
Thanks for reading xx

P.S Both the photo at the top and the photo in my other imagine 'Surprise Meeting' we're actually taken by me when I attended my first SM concert in April :-)

P.P.S Part 2 anyone?