Shawn Mendes Imagines

Lost

A/N: Ummm so even though this is still a Y/N imagine, your character has blue eyes so if you don't then I'm sorry but just pretend. You'll understand when you read it...
With that being said, enjoy!

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The sun beams low in the colour-strewn sky over the bustling park as the day slowly comes to an end. It being a warm evening in late June, there are quite a few people wandering through trees and lying on blankets, faces upturned to face the dying light. There is a certain tranquility in the air, low murmurings occasionally punctuated by the sound of a child laughing or crying, the sound of a guitar being lightly strummed drifting through conversations, barely drawing looks over to the solitary young man sitting on the park bench, legs crossed beneath him as he strums the offending instrument, his dark eyebrows furrowed as he tries to get the notes to blend correctly.

The soft strumming comes to an end however when small feet approach the unsuspecting musician, shocking him into looking up. A young girl, no more than three years old, stands in front of him on her own, small hands clapping delightedly when she discovers the source of the pretty music. The fading light bounces of her wavy blond locks, but that's not what the man notices first. His gaze locks on her shocking sky blue eyes, and he's immediately sure he's never seen such beautiful eyes in his life.

"Hi!" She exclaims, a big gappy smile on her rosy face as she snaps him out of his thoughts.
"Hello there." The man plays along, an equally big smile on his own face, albeit without the gaps. Glancing around, he notices that no one seems to be with her. "Where's your family?" He asks kindly as the girl walks closer to him.
The girls shrugs, seemingly non-bothered. "Mommy was on the phone and I got bored. Dya like my booties?" She switches the topic, kicking her little legs into the air to show off the sparkly yellow boots, the sequins glinting in the sunlight.
"Oh wow! I love them. I might steal them for myself." He winks, pretending to grab her feet.
"No no!" The girl shrieks, laughing as she hits his advancing hands. "They're mine!"
"Fine." He pouts, a playful glint in his eye. "I'll just have to keep my own boring shoes." He looks down at his scuffed leather boots sadly.
"Yep." The girl giggles, her blue eyes crinkling with amusement, the her newfound friend mirroring her.
The man half expects her to turn around and leave him, but clearly she has no intention of doing it anytime soon.

"What's dat?" She asks curiously, her eyes zoning in on the wooden instrument still resting in his lap as she points.
He follows her curious gaze to the guitar, almost forgetting that it was there. "It's an instrument called a guitar. Have you ever seen one before?" When the child shakes her head, he continues. When you play it it makes really nice music." He explains running his thumb along the strings softly to show her. He watches the girl in amusement as she scrunches her nose up absentmindedly, thinking about what he said.
"Like you were doing when I came here?" She offers.
"Just like I was doing when you came here." He confirms, nodding.
"Can I try? Please?" She asks, fidgeting with her fingers, a habit she seems to have acquired when she's nervous.
The young man considers this, the fact that her mother is probably wondering where she is playing heavily on his mind. Biting his lip in thought, he concludes that it's probably safer for her to stay here with him until her mother finds her or else he might end up taking her further away in the bid to find someone to help reunite them. That and the fact that the girl is still staring at him anxiously, desperately waiting for him to say yes.
"Of course." He grins, his eyes warm as he helps the delighted child up onto the bench beside him. "We have to be very careful okay? These things-" he points to the strings, "-can break if we pull them too hard."
She nods determinedly, understanding that this is very serious and she has to be good or else the nice man might not like her anymore. "I'll be extra extra careful." She promises, locking eyes once again with him.
He nods, smiling, as he gently puts the guitar into her tiny lap, holding onto the head so it doesn't tip over.  It's almost comical the way the instrument nearly completely covers the young girl. He quickly remedies that problem though by laying it flat so the strings face up, granting her much easier access.
Tentatively, she reaches out and gently plucks a string, the resulting sound making her laugh with glee. Gaining courage now, she continues to run her short fingers delicately over the the strings as the man continues help her hold it, occasionally laying his fingers on the frets, much to her delight. Her attention is completely captured as she takes in the beautiful sounds emanating from the wooden instrument, all thoughts of returning to her mother forgotten.