Shawn Mendes Imagines

47 - Matched AU

I groaned before grabbing my bag as well as my drink considering that I haven't finished my coffee yet. They walked over to my car and got in once I unlocked it. I drove to the venue as they blasted Air of the Night (Smooth Step) by Why Don't We through the speakers. Once we got there, I couldn't help but have this itching feeling on my wrist. I scratched it subconsciously but that didn't cut it. They piled out of the car as I locked it and walked to the area where we're supposed to pass.

"What's wrong with you?" Y/bff/n asked as she noticed my hand scratching my wrist on the opposite arm.

"Oh my... shit, y/n! Get your hand away from it! It's bleeding!" Mahogany exclaimed. "I bet they have a first-aid kit inside. Let's go."

We rushed backstage, showing the guards our passes before asking for help. They made me sit down on one of the couches at the lounging area. The three of them rushed with one of the guards to look for a kit as I stared at the bleeding scratches I managed to do to myself.

"Shit, are you okay?" A male voice asked from somewhere to my right. "What happened?"

I looked up to see a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring into mine. The guy walked towards me and knelt down in front of me, taking my arm to inspect the damage my nails did before dropping it and staring at his own. He stared at it for a long time before looking back up at mine.

"Oh my God." Three voices said simultaneously, snapping me and the brown haired boy back to reality.

"Y-you're Shawn Mendes." Y/bff/n muttered under her breath as her eyes grew wide.

"Uh... Hi." The guy said, standing up and smiling at them awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Y/n, let's get your wrist cleaned up." Jasmine said, sitting beside me and placing my wrist on her lap before her expression mirrored the other two.

"What's wrong?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at them.

"Look at your arm."

When I looked down, I saw black lines underneath the blood. I took a cotton ball from the bag in her hand and wiped the red liquid off my skin. My mark... it's...

"You're my match?" I muttered under my breath in shock.

"Let me help you clean that up." Shawn said, helping me up and bringing me with him to what I assume is the bathroom.

He closed the door once we reached the comfort room in his dressing room. He took out some bandages, antiseptic, and cottons from the kit before cleaning my wrist. I sat on the counter beside the sink as he helped me. Once it was wrapped up in a sterile bandage, he brought it to his lips and pressed a small kiss on it, sending sparks through my entire being.

"So... you're..." I struggled to find the right words to say to him.

"I'm your match." He said, smiling at me.

"I finally found you."

"I have a confession to make. I don't only go to tours around the world just to do what I love and make my fans happy. I also wanted to find you."

I looked up and met his eyes as he gently ran his thumb on my arm above the cloth wrapped around it. He placed his other hand on my cheek before he leaned in and kissed me. I pulled him closer to me, making him stand between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered his to my waist.

"What happened to your arm anyway?" He asked as he pulled away, leaning his forehead against mine.

"It started to itch real bad as we got closer to the venue. I honestly do not know why." I said, letting my hand trace the tattoo he has on his forearm.

"The closer you get to your match, there would be signs. It's different for everyone. For example, my mark has been aching for the past hour before you got here. Thank God it was just that. For a while there, I thought you were rejecting me."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Some people cut right on their mark in order to never find their match. It's exactly why some don't have their other half."

I couldn't help but frown at that. Why wouldn't they want to find their match? Shawn seemed to notice my expression and placed his lips on my forehead. He pulled me closer to him as possible and held me tight.

"Don't worry. I will never do that to you. I know that we just met but I'm already happy to be paired with you." He muttered against my hair.

"Maybe this could work." I said, smiling against the material of his shirt.

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A/N: I have no fucking idea on what the hell I just wrote xD Writer's block is shit and when I started to write this, I found out that one of my friends from back when I was in 5th and 6th grade just died. He was one of the few who didn't bully me so knowing that he died was shocking. He transferred schools when we reached 7th Grade but I still thought of him as a friend. He actually begged his parents to make him go to the Completion Rites to watch us graduate Junior High. That was the last time I talked to him. He congratulated me and that was all. A few days ago, I found out that one of my mom's friends happens to know his mother and they said that he died in his sleep. I'm a bit sad about it but that's life. So... Rest in paradise, Scott. Will miss you bud.

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