This is my first ever imagine. I hope you like it.

This is for addictedtor5js , who always supports me and I'm so thankful for you ♥️
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It was so exciting. Your first ever concert with Shawn Mendes. It was a dream come true. You've been a fan for years now, always trying to convince your parents to buy you tickets. But they never did.

So the second you turned 18 and saved up enough money you bought your ticket. You even got a VIP, the q&a ticket. So it was even more exciting.

The concert was in another town, so you had a hotel booked not too far away from the concert hall, but too far to walk.

You spent so much money and time on these tickets. And You really hoped it was worth it.
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10 minutes before the concert you were standing in line with the other girls.
But unlike most of them you were there alone. People around you were chatting, laughing, having a good time. But you were just looking around in silence.

Suddenly the doors opened, security guards led you into a room with chairs and everyone found their spot.

"The q&a will start in just a second.", one security guard said and the girls around you started screeching.

The screeching intensified when about a minute later Shawn Mendes entered the stage.

He looked great, obviously, in his tight black pants and dark red muscle shirt.

"Hey guys. It's nice to meet you.", he smiled as he sat down and looked at the crowd. Girls around me were freaking out, but you were just staring at his face. His gaze lingered on you for a second, locking our gazes. His eyes were so beautifully brown, it was mind blowing. But then he looked away, onto his hands, playing with the rings on his finger- and you weren't sure if you really saw it but he seemed to blush a little.

"So, do you guys have any questions?"
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The q&a felt really nice. He seemed to kind, so genuine.
"Did you notice he was always staring at the same person in the crowd?", a girl next to you whispered to her friend as you made your way to the actual place of the concert.

"Probably someone he met before. Maybe the girl who once jumped him and wouldn't let go. He seemed pretty intimidated", the other girl laughed and you shrugged it off.

You didn't notice him staring at someone in particular.
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Right before the concert started you regretted coming here. You were more of an introvert, so big concerts and other events weren't really your thing. You were deep in my own thoughts, but the second the first few chords of TNHMB started playing you suddenly were having a good time.
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"You were supposed to pick me up 1 hour ago. Where are you? Call me!", you spoke on the voicemail of a friend you had in this town, who was supposed to pick me up and drive me to my hotel.

You finally gave up and sat down on the pavement. The venue of the concert was a little further out of town, so there was no traffic at all.
You also tried calling a taxi, but apparently everything was full, because a lot of the people from the concert took cabs home.

So you were stuck here. All alone.

"Are you okay?", a deep, masculine voice sounded behind me and you turned around just to see... oh my god! It was him.

Your heart skipped a beat as his tall figure approached me. His hair damp and curly, his shirt loose around his lean body, his jeans tight.

Shawn Mendes.

"I'm okay", you said quietly and looked down at your hands.

"What are you still doing here? The concert ended like an hour ago." He approached you and sat down next to me, his long legs stretched out on the street.

"My friend was supposed to pick me up and drive me to my hotel. But he never got here. It's not that far, but I don't necessarily want to walk through a huge city alone, at night. I don't know, it's stupid", you said and shrugged. But he nodded, gently smiling at you. He then put his hand on your shoulder, his warmth radiating through your sweater.

"You know, my band and I are about to drive to a bar. Do you maybe wanna join us?", he asked you.

"I don't know. I mean, I have uni tomorrow and I have to get up early to drive back home to make it in time. It's probably not a good idea to get drunk today.", you joked and looked at him. GOD! He was beautiful. "Also you don't even know me. I could be an axe murderer", that made him laugh, a line of pearl white teeth were showing and the dimples in his cheeks appeared.

"Well, I could be a serial killer too for all that you know. But I'll take a leap of faith. And I hope so will you.", he stood up and reached his hand out to you. You took it and he helped you up, grabbing your backpack. "I'm Shawn. It's nice meeting you", he smiled warm and lead you around the arena, where the huge black car with the tinted windows was parked. "I'm *y/n*"
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"Hey guys, this is *y/n*. She was at the concert.", Shawn introduced you to his band when you entered the bar. They were all really nice, immediately welcoming you to the table and offering to pay for your drink, which you declined- obviously. But you noticed the looks they exchanged with each other when they thought you weren't looking.

Something weird was going on...

You hung out with them for about 2 hours. It was really late and you sure as hell were going to be late to uni tomorrow. But it was fine. You guys talked so much, about music, travelling, movies, food. It was so much fun, that you totally forgot the time, until Shawn stood up and reached his hand out to you once again.

"I think we should get going. It's very late. I'll walk you to your hotel if it's alright with you.", Shawn politely offered you and you accepted.

"See you around *y/n*", the band said their goodbyes and Shawn and you walked out the door.

"So, *y/n*, where exactly are you from?", Shawn asked you after a while of walking.

"I'm from *your hometown*. You're from Toronto, right?"
"Yes I am. Have you ever been to Toronto?"
"I haven't even been to Canada yet.", you chuckled as you approached the hotel.

"Well, I could take you one day.", he suddenly said, smiled gently and put his arm around you as you entered the hotel and walked down the hallway to your room.

"That's me", you said and turned around to tell him goodbye. But you felt like he didn't really want to.

He just stared. And suddenly he grabbed your hand and held it tight with both hands as he started speaking: "I'd hate to never see you again. The second I walked into that q&a room and saw you I couldn't get you off my mind. My friends urged me to talk to you when Brian saw you sitting outside. It felt like fate. So please", his one hand left yours and went inside his jacket to pull out a napkin from the bar you have just been to, his phone number written on it with big black numbers and the ugliest heart you've ever seen in your life drawn beneath it: "call me. I'd love to show you Toronto. It's beautiful around Christmas..." "Shawn wait!", you interrupted him: "we can't do this. You're famous. I just started University. There's no way this is gonna work. I'm sorry. I really liked hanging out with you tonight, but I can't keep you from living your life.", he looked at you with these sad, brown eyes but somehow you knew he understood.

Finally, after looking at you for a while he nodded and let go of your hand, putting the napkin back into his pocket. "You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm usually not that reckless. Have a good night. And good luck with University.", he said smiling and leaned down. At first you thought he was gonna hug you, but then suddenly he kissed you on the cheek. So sweet and so innocent. Maybe you did want that number.

But no, it was a bad idea.

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Knock knock

You woke up groaning. As you looked at the clock on the wall you saw that it was 8 am. Who the hell is waking you up now. You wanted to sleep another hour.

You got out of the hotel bed rubbing your eyes and grabbing your bathrobe to cover your short pajamas before you opened the door.

It was Shawn...
"I'm sorry. But I literally can't let you leave without my number.", he said before you could say anything.

"And you know why? Because I have this feeling whenever I'm with you that you are the person I was always looking for. So please, don't let me lose that."

He held his hand out, the napkin with his phone number on it and you started smiling.

"You woke me up after only 5 hours of sleep to tell me that?"

"I didn't want to risk missing you on your way back home.", he blushed.

"Why?"

"Because", he scratched the back of his neck, blushing even more. It was funny. Despite his height and matureness he just seemed like a little boy, "well, I think I might be in love with you" he said hesitatingly.

"Did you just Ted- Mosby me?", you joked and he laughed slightly, putting the phone number in the pocket of your bathrobe.

He slowly got one step closer, then another one, before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you tightly against his body.

"Maybe.", he looked down at you gently, before he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, his lips brushing against yours, his hands on your waist, yours in his hair.
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As he was gone you closed the door and took a deep breath, taking the napkin in your hand, holding it tightly.

Yep, it definitely was worth it.