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he would not show that he was afraid

but being and feeling alone was too much to face

  everyone said that he was so strong

what they don’t know is that he can barely carry on

but he knew that he’d be okay

so he didn’t let it get in his way

sometimes it all gets a little too much

but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

and you don’t have to be afraid because we’re all the same

and we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much

he would always tell himself that he could do this

he would use no help it would be just fine

but when it got hard he would lose his focus

so take my hand and we’ll be alright

and he knew that he would be okay

so he didn’t let it get in his way

sometimes it all gets a little too much

but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

and you don’t have to be afraid because we’re all the same

and we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much, yeah

a little too much I said a little too much, ohhh

sometimes it all gets a little too much

but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

and you don’t have to be afraid because we’re all the same

and we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much yeah

sometimes it all gets a little too much

but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

and you don’t have to be afraid because we’re all the same

and we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much

for elany 

now we can obsess over these idiots’ love together 8)

A Shawn Mendes FanFiction: I Kissed Him

Me: Are you okay?

Shawn: I don’t wanna talk right now.

I placed my hand on Shawn’s arm.

Me: Are you sure? You seem mad.

Shawn: I’m fine.

Me: Shawn…

Shawn: Can you just…

Shawn placed his left hand on my right shoulder and pushed me away from the couch hard, hurting my chest. I gasped. Shawn’s eyes widened. I backed away even further from the couch and accidentally crashed my wrist against the kitchen counter. Bloody scratches formed on the top of my hand from skimming the stone. I cringed and ran to the bathroom. Shawn quickly got up from the couch.

Locking the bathroom door with tears falling from my eyes, my wrist was bruised in the bright bathroom light. I turned on the warm water to wash the scratches. Shawn banged on the door.

Shawn: Cass. Open the door.

I let out a cry. Mascara ran down my face.

Shawn: Cass.

I let out another cry, wincing at the pain shooting across my wrist.

Shawn: Cass. Open up.

I took a deep breath in and let my injured hand soak under the running water. Shawn continued knocking.

Shawn: Please.

I breathed in sharply, crying again.

Shawn: Cass.

I stopped the water. My cheeks were wet from my teardrops. I slowly unlocked and opened the door with my uninjured hand. As the door creaked open, Shawn stood under the doorway, not a single movement. He looked deep into my eyes.

Shawn: Let me help you.

Me: I don’t need it. I’m fine.

Shawn: You need an ice pack. Come on.

I looked at him with sorrow in my eyes. Shawn placed his hand across my back as I held my wrist with the opposite hand. He lead me to the kitchen.

The ice pack was cold, but it relaxed my bruises. Shawn sat me down in one of the cushioned dining chairs and kneeled down beside me. He placed his hand on my arm. We looked at each other once again.

Shawn: I’m sorry about how I acted.

A tear shed from the corner of my eye. I looked down at my hands; the bruised one and the uninjured one.

Shawn: I don’t want you to hate me.

Me: I don’t hate you. I would never hate you.

I looked up at Shawn. He had tears in his eyes.

Shawn: I’m sorry I… pushed you… It’s my fault you got hurt.

Me: Shawn. It’s okay.

I put my hand on the side of Shawn’s face, spreading my fingers through parts of his hair. He smiled.

Shawn: I…

Shawn stuttered.

Me: What is it?

Shawn: Uh…

Me: Huh?

Shawn: I think I’m in love with you.

There was a moment of silence. A smile crept across my face. My heart beat faster. Shawn smiled back.

Shawn: I can’t think straight, like… I can’t function properly without having you.

I started to cry happily. Shawn laughed and wiped one of my tears off with his thumb. I sat up off the chair and hugged Shawn tightly unexpectedly. He laughed and fell flat on the floor. I faced him from above.

Me: Guess what?

Shawn: What?

Glancing at his lips, I kissed him. I kissed him, I kissed him, I kissed him. 

Between Two Lovers (Part 3)

Previous Parts:

Part 1, Part 2.

WARNING: there is a little bit of smut at the end.

Between Two Lovers.

It’s been 5 months with this whole Cameron slash Sam thing and it’s getting harder and harder to pick between them, and with all that was happening I still haven’t received the letter to {pick any colleges you want}, and I was starting to loose hope, what if I didn’t get in? what was I supposed to do? That was the only college that I applied too. 

Now the boys and all my friends noticed my behaviour and they would say ‘oh don’t worry (Y/N) it will come soon’ ‘maybe it got lost in the mail?’ Should I just accept the fact that I probably didn’t get in? I sat down on my bed, Lia and Jc sat in front of me “I don’t know what to do” I said sighing and Lia moved next to me “With the college thing or Cameron and Sam?” Jc replied to me and I shrugged “Both” I told him then groaned and layed down.

Through the few months I’ve gotten really close to the boys of O2L and Lia, they are now the few people who I would call for anything, they always had great advice and they never failed to make me smile when I’m blue.

Just when I was about to speak my phone rang and it was Sammy it’s weird how he always called when I am in need of help “Hey Beautiful” I heard his voice say and I couldn’t help but smile “Hey Sam, what’s up?” I asked when Lia and Jc looked at each other making some weird faces “Oh nothing, I’ll pick you up in an hour I have a surprise for you” He told me and I nodded even though he couldn’t see it “Yeah sure” I told him, we spoke for a few minutes before hanging up.

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Third Person’s POV:

Sam pulled up in front of (Y/N)’s place and waited in the car for her to come down, she told him she was still packing so he told her to take all the time she needed he even asked to help but she insisted that he stayed down. Just when she came down and sat in his car his phone began to ring and he saw Cameron on the caller ID “Yes?” he said answering the phone “What is this I hear about you taking (Y/N) somewhere” Cameron said and Sam shook his head 

"(Y/N) needs to escape from all this so I’m taking her to have a little fun, there is no trouble in that now is there? She needs this more than anything so if you don’t mind.." Sam said whilst Cameron listened. Sam hang up and looked at (Y/N) who was now sitting beside him "So we’re are you taking me?" She spoke softly turning her gaze towards him, a small smirk appeared on his lips as he looked at her "To the city that never sleeps, New York"

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Your POV:

Sammy was taking me to New York, I still can’t believe it! It was my dream to go there and he was taking me! I’ve never been so happy, and Sam was right I needed a little fun so that’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to let loose there and just enjoy myself for once.

I woke up 4 hours later since we left kind of late and I woke just in time to see that we were entering New York, I gazed out of the window “Wow” I mumbled and smiled “So I’m gonna check out the apartment my friend left us and we meet at this diner later okay?” he said stopping the car “In? an hour?” I asked and he nodded “Yup, and call me if you get lost” He chuckled and I smiled “Thank you Sammy” I kissed his cheek and jumped out of the car and went around the corner.

I loved that he trusted me, I don’t think Cam would have let me roam around New York alone, I looked around in fascination, there was a lot of people but I didn’t mind at all.

Sammy’s POV:

I checked out the apartment and it was perfect, my friend was out of town and I spoke to him the other day and he said we could stay at his place as long as we want so I thought why not?

Cameron keeps texting me and it’s getting really annoying, I looked around myself trying to find my car when I saw him! I quickly walked between the people, what the hell was Cameron doing here? Better yet how did he know we were here? This was supposed to be my alone time with (Y/N), I keep pushing through the people and looked back to check if he was still behind me but he stopped and looked around confused.

I made it far enough from him and stood by the diner where (Y/N) and I were supposed to meet ‘come on! where is she’  I thought when I saw her, woah! She stood a few distance from me, her clothes were different and so was her hair she did this cute little flip to the side showing me her

red strands “You look great” I told her smiling “I thought I needed a makeover” she said walking towards me “Why? You’re already…” I was cut off by a voice behind me “Beautiful” I looked behind me and saw Cameron, I looked back at (Y/N) and she had an even bigger smile, if that was possible. “Cameron!” she said and hugged him, and to be honest I wanted to punch him “What are you doing here?” she asked pulling away but he didn’t answer instead he changed the subject talking about how even more beautiful she was now.

Cameron’s POV:

I got all the information from Matt who after begging gave me the address, I wasn’t leaving (Y/N) alone with Sam, I knew what he was doing and there was no way in hell I was going to let him steal away the person I loved the most, so I took my car and drove there, Once I arrived I saw someone familiar walking around and it was Sam, I smirked and pulled my car right by the building he just got out off, I believe he saw me which was why he walked faster, I followed close behind him and I saw her, how can this girl get even more beautiful then she already was? “Beautiful” I finished Sam sentence and he looked pissed, I didn’t mind at all when she hugged me.

Your POV:

"Is the apartment ready?" I asked Sam and he nodded "Yeah but he isn’t staying with us" he hissed and I shook my head "Sam, we can’t leave him, he is coming with us" I told him with a serious tone, he groaned and walked ahead of us, I followed and so did Cameron, we reached this apartment and Cam got his bag out of his car, we went up and it was gorgeous "This is amazing!" I said and ran to the window, it had the perfect view of the city.

"I know what you’re doing" I heard Cam said and when I turned around I saw Sam getting closer to him till they were face to face and I could see the anger in both of their eyes "What am I doing? huh?" Sam replied "You’re trying to get (Y/N) all to yourself and I’m not going to let you"  Cam told him, Sam got even more angrier "Back off" Sam said and out of no where Cam punched Sammy

(Guys! sorry that’s the only gif I could find well made xD so let’s pretend their indoors and there is no people just the three of them)

 ”Guys stop” I said getting in between them but Cam pushed me away gently and he punched him again this time Sammy didn’t just stand there, he punched Cam right in the face and he fell down 

My eyes quickly watered up and I ran to them “Stop!” I yelled and pushed Sammy away, I bent down to see if Cameron was okay “Cameron?” I whispered touching his cheek he flinched but opened his eyes, I sighed in relief that he was okay “This has to stop right now!” I sobbed and helped Cam up “I’ve had enough of you guys fighting! I want to go home” I whimpered and went a bedroom closing the door behind me.

I could hear them talk whilst I was laying down 'You okay Cam?' 'Yeah, you?' 'Yeah I'm okay, sorry I punched you' 'I'm sorry too, seeing her cry really hurted more than the punch' 'Mhm, I love her bro' 'I love her too! and instead of this we should let her decide' 'I want her to be happy'. Their conversation made me smile a tiny bit, I got inbetween two friends and that’s horrible. I would never let a guy come between me and my girls, I feel like the bad guy here.

It was already night time and I stayed the whole day in the room, I just finished showering and I layed in bed closing my eyes, when I heard the door open and then closed, I pretended to be sleeping when I felt someone lay behind me and that person wrapped their arm around me “I am so sorry” I heard Cam whisper “Please don’t hate me” he said and I sighed “I don’t hate you, I love you” I said and he kissed my ear, I smiled

a bit and he kept kissing my ear then moved to my neck “Cam stop it’s not right, Sam is here” I mumbled trying not to moan “He isn’t, he went out 17 minutes ago, let me show you that I really love you” He layed me down on my back and hovered on top of me, I felt his lips on mine and I kissed him back then I realized he was shirtless, he helped me remove my top and I saw his smile when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra, I let out a shaky moan when his kisses went down towards my breasts, he lifted the covers over us and he slided down my shorts along with my panties, his lips went back on top of mine and they were gently but sooon turned more needy, I felt his hand go lower and lower then felt his finger pressed against my clit, I moaned loudly and he began moving his finger in circular motions, I felt another finger but this one entered me “Cam” I moaned his name as he quickend his speed, I whimpered in pleasure and just when I could feel my climax he pulled his finger out.

"I love you" he whispered and I felt the tip of his harden member right at my entrance and he slowly entered me, he let me adjust for a little while before thrusting slow at first then quicker as my pleasure increased, my breath became heavy, sighs escaping for my mouth, Cameron cried out your name before releasing inside you, and shortly I came behind him he rode out his climax then collapsed on my chest, neither of us spoke all we did was stare into each other’s eyes, He sat himself down on the bed I was about to stand up when he pulled me down and covered me, I giggled, and he gently kissed me.

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(Aaaaaand that’s it folks! writting that smut part was so weird especially since I’ve never written anything like that before, anyways I hope you guys liked this. There was a lot of povs, a lot of gifs and I’m sorry xD so Part 4 is the end of Between Two Lovers and It will be posted tomorrow or after tomorrow depends, so if you guys want it tomorrow then message me and tell me xx love you -Maggie)

The Accident .... (and the love i couldn't forget)

*A SHAWN MENDES SHORT FIC. *

I stared at the ground solemnly as I tuned out the boys talking all around me. I wasn’t in the mood to listen. Not today. Today was definitely not the day that I wanted to hear what they wanted to say. Of course they knew that, but it didn’t stop them from “worrying” about me. 

“Shawn!” Jack G  scolded me as he snapped a finger in front of my face to get my attention. “Listen to us, mate!” 

“I don’t want to,” I whined childishly as I started to get up and walk away from them all to the kitchen

Unfortunately, Matt, Cameron, Jack G, Jack J, and Aaron all have a key to my hotel room so it would be no use if I kicked them out. I’ve tried before and they just let themselves, unwelcomed, back inside. 

“Why?” Cameron asked me frustrated as they all followed me into the kitchen. 

“Not today,” I said simply as I opened up the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. I opened it up immediately and started chugging down the water, enjoying at how the cool water felt running down my throat. 

“You say that every day!” Nash complained. “What makes today any different?”

“Because,” I started and paused. I took a deep breath before looking at the ground. “It’s been six months today.” 

There was a moment of silence before one of the boys spoke again. 

“Dude, I’m sorry, but you know that we’re just worried about you, right?” Aaron asked me concerned as he placed a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, his green eyes boring into mine sadly. 

“I know. But not today,” I insisted and then started finishing the last of my bottle of water before throwing it away in the black garbage container I had in one of the wooden cabinets

“Let us hook you up with another girl. Get your mind off of Cate,” Nash  tried saying easily but I froze the minute he said her name. 

Cate.

Fuq. 

My chest started to constrict and I shut my eyes quickly and tightly so none of the boys could see how much pain I was in for that one simple name being said aloud. It felt like I was going to explode with how dead and sorrowful I felt inside at hearing her name said aloud. It was the one name where six months ago, I couldn’t stop saying it, or thinking it, and much more. Now, it’s all changed. 

“I can’t. I’m not ready yet,” I managed to say slowly, with my eyes still squeezed shut. 

“Mate, come on. Trust us. This will be good for you,” matt tried reassuring me as he put a hand on my back but I just shook my head before grabbing my keys and walking away. 

I ignored their protests and questions about where I was going because I knew they wouldn’t let me go if I told them the truth. They didn’t know what I did almost every afternoon at around two o’clock. They would kill me if they ever found out what I really did. 

I got in my car and drove silently to my usual destination. After about ten minutes of silent driving, I parked in one of the lots in front of the warehouses. Once I was parked, I opened all of my windows and turned off the car, letting the cold London air keep me somewhat comfortable as I waited, waited for the reason.

When I saw her, my breathing stopped as I watched her hopelessly skipped to the front door of the middle warehouse that I knew was her studio. She stopped in front of the door, completely unaware of how my eyes have been trained on her and have been for months, and she started going through her messenger bag for the key. 

However, after she opened the door and was just about to put the key away, an unknown man pushed her up against the door before grabbing her bag and running away. 

“No, stop! Someone help me! He stole my bag!” I heard her shout desperately but I already had a head start. 

I started the ignition to the car again before pulling out of my parking space and speeding up after the mugger. I hit the gas pedal as far down as I could as I chased him down unknown streets until he came to a dead end, with my black Range Rover blocking him out. 

You messed with the wrong girl today when you decided to steal her bag. Not her. 

The robber, whose face I still couldn’t see, freaked out before dropping the bag and running past my car as fast as he could, away from here. 

I waited a moment before stepping out of the car and retrieving her bag and bringing it back to the car. After, I slowly drove back to her studio, ready to give it to her before the nerves got to me. 

You have nothing to worry about. She doesn’t remember you anymore.

Sadly, that was painfully accurate. 

I parked my car back in its usual space before slowing walking up to her studio door. Once I was there, I lightly knocked on the door; nerves making me start sweating and shaking. 

Calm down, Shawn. 

She opened the door a few minutes later slowly and I just held out her bag, carefully avoiding her eyes for fear of breaking all over again. 

“I believe this is yours,” I tried saying normally while still avoiding her eyes. 

“Oh, thank you so much,” she seemed relieved as she grabbed the bag before she froze. 

Curious, I looked up to see her brown eyes for the first time in six months looking into mine with painful realization. She started running her hands through her light brown hair as she stared at me with her jaw dropped.

“It’s you,” Cate  whispered as she stared at me hopelessly confused. 

“What?” I asked her just as confused as my heart started to beat wildly again for the first time in months. 

“Come inside!” She ignored my question before she grabbed my hand and led me inside her studio, a place I had only been once before a long time ago. 

Cate  led me down the hallway to one of the doors on the right. All of the walls were painted abstractly, just like how I remembered and it felt like it was yesterday that I was once here. 

Whatever I was expecting when I let her led me into the room was nothing like what I got. 

I entered the room and immediately stopped moving as Rachel went to turn on the lights and painting upon painting were hung up everywhere. From sketches, to actual detailed paintings, to clay art, to every kind of possible art you can think of was my face. She drew, painted, and created my face with all of this art work everywhere. I turned around, amazed yet shocked, as I looked at one of her sketches of me, at how detailed it was, like a picture. 

“I dream of you every night,” Cate started to speak softly and I knew she was looking at me. I continued looking at all of her artwork as I let her talk, still trying to get myself to accept that this happened. “I don’t know why or how I know you, but I know that I do. Every day I painted or drew or sculpted a picture of you after every dream. I didn’t want to forget it although I don’t see how I ever could. But please, don’t think I’m crazy. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

The desperation in her voice broke my heart. 

“You remember me,” I spoke finally, in complete denial. 

“No. Yes? Barely. Maybe. Perhaps. I don’t know!” Cate said frustrated as she looked at me hopelessly. “Tell me. Tell me what you know please. Tell me why I dream of you every night. Why I’m scared to forget you. Why I have to draw your face every day in case I’ll ever forget. Please.” 

I quietly went and sat down on the floor next to her. She was staring at the ground, like it held all of the answers, as she waited for what I had to say. 

“My name is Shawn, Shawn Mendes.” I started off slowly, carefully. “We met right after Magcon Tour ended and you were volunteering to take some pictures for a photo shoot. Ever since then we dated and fell completely in lo-,” I paused there, not ready to say that to her. I didn’t want to scare her. “Anyway,” I continued. “One day, about six or seven months ago, we were mobbed. We were short on security that day and you and I got separated as we all tried getting in the car. I refused to leave without knowing you were safe in the car so I went out to find you, only to hear you screaming and by the time I found you, you were collapsed on the floor, and your head was bleeding.”

Tears started to sting my eyes as I started this next part, one of the most painful parts. 

“I rushed you to the hospital immediately. Thankfully, we were by one or else you could have died. I called your family and we all waited, along with my band mates, out in the lobby for any news about you. It was so scary, especially since it was my fault. They wanted the boys and I but you got hurt. I was terrified,” I said and took another deep breath. “When the doctor finally came to us, she told us that you were suffering from slight amnesia and were cut off a few years, meaning you had no idea who I was. I didn’t believe them so I went in and you started freaking out and crying when you saw me, thinking I was going to hurt you. It absolutely broke my heart.”

A single tear slipped out of my eyes as I recounted these events to Cate. By surprise, she reached up and wiped the tear away from my face as she stared at me seriously, waiting for me to continue. 

“I realized that I was the one that caused you pain, the reason you were in the hospital. And no matter how much I loved you, I wanted you to have a happier life. So I left. I left so that you could be happy and live without pain since that is all I brought you, all the way to a hospital. And now, here we are, six months later,” I finished quietly, looking at the ground then. 

Cate lifted up one of her tiny hands and moved my chin to face hers and before I knew what was happening, she placed her lips softly on my own. I froze momentarily before melting into her embrace, bringing her closer to me and deepening our kiss, my heart pounding faster and faster inside my chest like never before.

“Here is to new beginnings. To us. I love you Cate, forever and always”

Jack Johnson Imagine

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Part 4:

I was closer, and as the hours went by, I got even more nervous. I fell asleep that night, but I didn’t dream of her. Could it be? Tomorrow is the day I finally find her?

The next day, I woke up earlier than usual. The first few hours, you got nothing besides a few fans emailing you like crazy. You felt some-what irritated. Suddenly, you saw an email that caught your attention. The subject read: “JOHNSON’S MYSTERY GIRL SPOTTED!”

You quickly opened it and began to read through it. It said:

Hello, Johnson!

I’m a big fan and I wish nothing more for your happiness. I was out in an L.A shop, and I saw this:

Attached was a picture of her. My dream girl. Everything about her, was just as I saw in my dream. My fan had taken a picture with her. She looked straight in the camera and smiled her beautiful big, white smile. My world stopped. She was beautiful. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I scrolled down, and my fan had written more.

I spotted her at (insert location here) and her name is Y/N, Y/L/N. I didn’t tell her you were in a world wide search for her, because they were busy and she had to go as soon as possible. There’s your dream girl, Chase after her, Johnson! Love you! xoxo -A fan

I felt jumpy. I called Gilinsky and Sam in here. I let them read the email and showed them the picture. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

"Well. She’s actually real. And she’s so gorgeous." Gilinsky said, staring at the picture in amazement. I quickly attempted to find her social media. I finally started getting links to her twitter and her instagram. I was shocked. I followed her on twitter and Instagram. 

After hours, she finally followed me on twitter and my heart skipped a beat. She DM’d me saying; ” I heard you’re looking for your dream girl. I don’t know if it’s me, but if you want to get to know me, call me, text me so we can arrange a meeting. Thanks. (insert your number here)”

I texted her and we agreed to meet tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed too far away. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she isn’t at all what I thought she was? I fell for her in my dreams, can I fall for her in real life?

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Jack Johnson Imagine

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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