CONCRETE JUNGLE, WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF.
Authors Note: Guys, let me know if you want a part two of this!!! I’m just dipping my toes in the writing pool so any feedback would be amazing. Again…Kinda long, SO SORRY. Thanks for reading beautiful followers!
loved living in New York City. After all, it was the greatest city in
the world. There was always something going on…Rock Center for ice
skating in the winter, laying out in Central Park in the summer, you
loved it all. The only down fall was one the celebrities and the
tourists they brought. God bless ‘em, but they clogged the streets to
the point where walking outside anywhere near 34th-42nd street was
almost unbearable. But nonetheless it was still your favorite, crazy
Unfortunately today was one of those days where you needed to walk from 34th Street - Penn Station, to 34th Street - Herald Square. Uff. This walk was right thru Madison Square Garden, also just known as MSG, and it was without fail horrible every single time. Your friends and you called it the walk of death. A bit dramatic, but you would agree if you ever had to do it.
You walked out of the subway into the New York sunshine that peeped out from behind the sky scrapers, “You will not be jaded about this walk today, Y/N.” you said out loud to yourself keeping your head high as you headed towards MSG. The sun was shining in it’s New York way, and you were going to keep a smile on your face for this entire walk. After all you were headed to lunch with your best friends wearing the cutest outfit that consisted of frayed and torn high waisted Levi jean shorts, a white button up that was a little oversized and tucked into the right front of your jeans while the rest hung out the side and back, you left the front unbuttoned a few buttons so it showed the front of your white bralette, white heeled sandals that consisted of one strap around the ankle and one over your toes, and as always your oversized aviator brown Ray-Bans. As you continued on with a little pep in your step, you were suddenly stopped dead in your tracks.
“Ooooh, fuck. Commoooon.” You said as you approached MSG. There seemed to be a concert tonight and the entire block was flooded with teen girls. Taking a deep break you continued on snaking thru the crowd.
Finally you popped out on the other side of the crowd in one piece. Smiling you kept on triumphantly, taking that as a victory. As you continued walking, you turned your head around to look back at the crowd curious as to what or who everyone was all lined up for.
“Shaw-” You began to read on the billboard before you felt a body crash into yours immediately followed by a hot liquid spilling down the entire front of your shirt. Your heel caught the edge of the curb causing you to jilt forward making your Ray-Bans fall off you face and crash onto the pavement. Looking up you saw a tall guy standing in front of you who had practically caught you with his free arm, and a *newly* half full coffee cup in the other hand.
“OH, wow. I am so so sorry…” He said standing you up and handing you a napkin. He looked down at your shirt with a ‘oh fuck’ face, and just that look made you not even want to look down at your newly stained shirt.
“It’s fi-” You began to say before You reluctantly looked down at your shirt “Ohhhh, shit. Great. That’s just…….great.” You said brushing the brown coffee stain with your hand, which you knew would do nothing but you couldn’t help the reflex. “Jeez common, I know you’re probably not FROM here but spacial awareness is a THING you know.” You said to him irritated.
“Well, you were the one walking looking backwards.” He said back to me with half a laugh. You didn’t find this amusing at all, you sighed before seeing your sunglasses on the pavement, “OH NO. PLEASE NO.” You said bending down to pick them up. Of course the right lens was shattered, and the frame bent. You let out the biggest sigh ever known to man, and just stood there defeated. Figuring out what to do next.
“Here, take these.” The guy said taking off his original wayfarer Ray-Ban glasses handing them to me. You reached out and snatched them from him reluctantly putting them on. Normally you wouldn’t just take $150 sunglasses from a stranger but you were really feeling some type of way in your stained white shirt and broken glasses.
“Oh also,” He said reaching into his pockets. This interaction was already far too long for your liking so you crossed your arms and began obnoxiously tapping your foot. You’re not normally this bratty but like you said, today had you feeling some type of way since your happy-go-lucky mood got totally ruined. You watched as his friends behind him sipped their coffee in silence not getting involved. God, they had to think you were such a bitch.
“Take these.” He said handing me two pieces of paper that looked like tickets, and then handing you two lanyards with badges attached to them. “It’s for tonight’s show, at MSG. Random I know, but I do feel bad for messing with your day.”
“Thanks.” You said shoving them into your purse. “A-and I’m really keeping the glasses.” You said matter of fact-ly.
“Okay…And hey, they don’t look too bad on you.” He half smiled. Wow he was actually really cute and I knew he was trying to make me feel better. “Hopefully I didn’t ruin your day….Or your shirt.” He said looking down at the brown stain.
“Well, I am on the way to lunch to meet friends so…” You said shrugging, “I guess this is going to have to work.” Looking back down at your shirt. “Anyways….Enjoy your coffee. Or, whats left of it I guess.” You ran a hand thru your hair and continued walking.
After lunch, which was actually fun despite your wardrobe malfunction, you went home and immediately threw your hair up plopping down on the couch. Turning on the TV you looked to your right where your purse was. You saw the tickets peeking out of your bag. You bit your lip staring at them, was it something you wanted to go tonight? I mean it was a Friday, and concerts, regardless of who, were always fun. You stretched your body reaching over snatching one out of your purse.
“Shawn Mendes.” You said to yourself tilting your head. The name sounded familiar. Grabbing the computer you googled. You listened to 'Stitches’, 'Mercy’, and 'Treat You Better’. “Ahhhhh.” You said to yourself nodding. You’ve heard these on the radio constantly, his songs were so fun to sing along to. Grabbing the phone you called your friend Stella, who agreed to come to the show with you. Maybe your day was really looking up after all.
After deciding on an outfit, which was a black off the shoulder tight body suit paired with the same ripped and frayed Levi *unstained* shorts you were wearing earlier, and black high top converse. Your hair was loosely curled and you had a very light, sheer redish-pink gloss over your lips.
After meeting Stella at the subway you guys rode down to MSG together. You guys had a few beers before and you were definitely feeling it, this night was a success already! You guys strolled up to the venue pulling the tickets out of your bag you handed Stella her tickets and lanyard that you both put around your necks.
“Oooooh la la, I think it’s some kind of VIP?” You said shimmying, making the badge around your neck bounce around on your chest. After you got in the venue you were escorted to your seats.
“Whoa.” You said as you and Stella stood front row. “This is, wild. Front row?” You looked the stage up and down, it was giant. I mean, MSG itself was giant. Why on earth would this kid give away front row seats?!!!
“I’m gonna get us another drink!” Stella said grabbing her purse and disappearing into the crowd. You felt a little guilty. You were a total bitch earlier, and this kid not only gave you his sunglasses but front row and VIP passes? He was way nicer than he needed to be,, and New Yorker got the best of you. You signed, oh well, the interaction was over and you would probably never see him again so it wasn’t something you could worry about now.
Stella returned with the drinks as the opening act was playing, she brought you two Coronas each. Your favorite.
“Cheers!” You said clinking your bottle with hers as the lights went low. Every girl started screaming which made you and Stella laugh, you LOVED concerts. Everything about them. You got hype and started screaming as well, taking a swig of your beer.
“Hello everybody!” A voice said making you look up to the stage. Your entire body froze. Grabbing Stella’s arm you just stood staring at the guy on stage. “Oh my god” you mouthed.
“What, WHAT!?” She said looking over at you. Your heart was beating 600 miles per hour.
“That’s. Him.” You said not taking your eyes off of him as he began to sing. Stella began to laugh.
“THAT’S karma, Y/N.” She began bopping to the music. You shook your head with a laugh. What a little bastard, giving me tickets to his own show. Well played.
You stood drinking your beer as the first song ended he looked down right at you throwing you a wink. You shook your head laughing waiving around your VIP badge which made him laugh. This guy was somethin’ else.
After the show was over Stella had to leave, she had the biggest interview tomorrow and she needed sleep. She gave her VIP badge to a girl sitting behind us who thanked her until she was blue in the face.
“You coming, Y/N?” Stella asked.
“Nah. This kid has some explaining to do.” You said laughing waiving her off.
You were guided backstage to stand in a line with a bunch of other girls. You laughed as you were last in line. When it was your turn to get to the front you just stood wit your arms crossed.
“So…..” You said walking over to him with a grin on your face, “I think you owe me an explanation.”
“Oh no no no. I think you owe me an apology! You looked like you were having fun out there.” He said mocking me crossing his arms back.
“Okay okay…It was a lot of fun…” You said throwing your arms up in a surrender pose, “And yeah, I was being a pretty huge bitch and I WAS walking with my head turned around but HEY, you were the one walking with hot coffee not looking. I think you’re the one at fault here.” You said with a laugh.
“Alright, we will call it a tie.” He said sticking his hand out to me, “Shawn….”
You looked down at his hand narrowing your eyes, “Y/N” You said taking his hand and shaking it. He towered over you by at least a foot and a half, maybe two feet. He had wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. He was definitely handsome, and you didn’t think that was just the alcohol talking.
“Okay so how about a deal. I ruined your shirt so I take you to coffee?” He asked shoving his hands in his front pockets.
“You think MORE coffee is going to fix this???” You teased.
“Okay okay, bad idea.” He let out a laugh, “Well, how about dinner then?” His eyes quickly scanning you up and down.
“Hmmm….” You pretended to think about it long and hard tapping your index finger on your cheek. “Sounds like a pretty good deal to me. Plus I don’t trust your judgement of good coffee int his city. You were coming out of a Starbucks, I mean common Mendes….” You teased giving him a little nudge.
“Okay okay, that’s fair….” He said before someone began calling his name to come backstage. “Well, I’m only in town for another day so…Tomorrow night?” He pulled out his phone handing it to me.
“I suppose that could work.” You said taking his phone putting in your name and number. “There ya go.” You handed his phone back to him letting his hand brush yours, making your heart thump out of your chest.
“I gotta go but I’ll text you the details tonight.” He said waiving off the guy who was calling for him. “Alright, see ya Y/N.” He said backing up keeping eye contact.
“See ya, Shawn.” You said with a wink before he turned around. Wow, that was awful confident of you Y/N, you thought to yourself. Gotta be that liquid courage.
When you got home you threw yourself onto your bed looking up at the ceiling. 'Wow.’ You thought to yourself, 'You have a date with Shawn Mendes.’