[Black and white drawing of a cup of coffee next to a caption that says “I can make: coffee, art, progress, myself proud. I will make: coffee, art, progress, myself proud.” in handwritten black text on a light blue background.]
She was just a little bit.. Rambunctious may be the correct word. She was everything Shawn had wanted in life and more. He had meet hundreds upon hundreds of girls, but there were none that even held a candle to her. She was beautiful, but not the kind of beautiful that all of the other girls were. She was the kind of beautiful that was that she was so herself that it was impossible not to stop and stare. As she was dancing at that random club he had stopped in while on tour, he felt his heart fall hard and fast. It seemed absolutely ridiculous, love at first sight, but her long black hair flying, her dark arms waving above her head, she didn’t care at all who saw her.
So of course he had to talk to her. Of course he had to know this beautiful girl’s name. This was just the start of her completely controlling him. The first known instance of Shawn throwing away his inhibitions for this girl. He pushed himself into the crowd, making his way towards her as fast as he possibly could.
“You like this song?” He asked, awkwardly bopping. He wasn’t much of a ‘dance like there’s nobody there’ type of person. But she obviously was, because she saw him, she may have even recognized who he was, and she continued to flail around loosely to the beat of the song, answering his question with a simple;
“I’ve never heard it before.” He was so drawn to her. He wanted to go wherever she went, he wanted to always be with her.
Oh, and he made sure that happened.
After she got tired enough to go get a drink, he followed her.
“Following me?” She had smirked, turning around for just a moment, continuing to walk towards the bar.
“I’m sorry I ju-” She turned around completely, completely stopping to face him, a grin plastered on her face.
“Just come sit with me, okay?” And that was it. He was hooked. He was addicted. From that moment on, he took her everywhere. Tour, home, everywhere you could imagine and then some. It’s like every last little bit of sense that was in his brain was shaken out violently. He didn’t care, as long as he was with her. The news had horrible headlines, showing Shawn getting blackout drunk with her, and being rude to fans, and much worse. Of course, he didn’t care. He loved it more than anything when she totally threw caution to the wind and did whatever the hell she wanted. There was nothing holding her back, and he loved it so much. He loved her so much. She made him happy, she made him feel more alive than he ever had before. She made preforming much better, before every single show he had she would always tell him “just imagine everyone naked!” It was one of the most cliche things you could tell someone to get rid of nerves, but it worked. It may have not even been the verbal encouragement that helped, it was probably just the fact that she was there, watching him. It was wonderful, they were so happy. Shawn had done things he had never imagined and she taught him to stop caring about what everyone else thought. She helped him learn to be more alive. It would have been better if he taught her how to dial it down, maybe realize the opinions of others matter just a little, and there are people always watching especially when you are in the public eye.
Of course, they took things too far eventually. Shawn’s career was going downhill. He could barely sell his albums to where they needed to break even. It wasn’t the music, all of his music and songs were inspired by her, they were crazy and loving and passionate. But they saw all he was doing. They saw his “crazy girlfriend”. They saw that he cut all meet and greets because she asked him to. He didn’t even bat an eye doing whatever she wanted. Deep down, he knew that it wasn’t good. He knew that they would get out of control, their love would spiral out of control to an almost catastrophic point. They had lost their minds, completely. They took it way too far.
But he didn’t care. He had her. He loved her more than he loved anyone in this world. She meant the world and more to him. He was under the impression that if he had her his life would be completely okay. He thought that she was the only thing that mattered.
Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn’t. The only thing he really knew was that he loved her.
author’s note//hey hey hey i love shawn mendes more than i love myself okay have a good night!!! also sorry this was short!! i really kinda like it tho!!!