His smile, how it seems to reach his eyes once he sees me walk into the room; his eyes, how they somehow sparkle when they find me in the crowd of his concerts; his hair, how soft it feels between my fingers. These are only some of the things I love about him. I could state all of them but that would take me a long time to enumerate.
He's everything I've ever wanted. Even when we fight, I don't regret meeting him. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if we never met. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I had never kissed those soft, pink lips of his during that night of our second date. I honestly cannot even imagine all of those. It just hurts to think of him leaving. Is my hold on him too tight? I don't want to leave him at all. He's my world, my light. Losing him means leaving me in the darkness.
His arms, how they seem to hold me as tight as possible, as if I would slip out of his hold if he didn't; his lips, how they never fail to make me melt as butterflies and fireworks seem to explode inside of me once they meet mine; his hands, how his thumb runs against the back of my hand when he holds it in his; his voice, how it always soothes me when I feel like everything is falling apart. Everything about him makes me feel safe. He's my home.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me as I stared at the ceiling above us, his arm wrapped around my waist.
"It's nothing. I was just thinking." I said, smiling at him slightly.
"About what?"
"Can you imagine what it would be like if we never met? Or if we never kissed?"
"I don't think I can."
"And why is that?"
"Because I can't imagine my life without you, y/n." He whispered, burying his face into my hair.
"But, Shawn that was your life before you met me." I giggled.
"But now that you're in it, I don't want to let you go."
Once he's on stage, he's completely different. His main priority is to make his fans proud. But sometimes, I feel like someone could replace me as soon as he sees a different girl. Meet and Greets are supposed to be for the fans to meet their idols but sometimes, I feel as if they are throwing themselves at him. Call me selfish but I want him all to myself.
"Hey, Shawn, can we get a picture with you?" A blonde girl dressed in a really revealing outfit asked him once she got to the front of the line. "I'm such a huge fan of you and your music."
Shawn, being his kind self, smiled and said, "Of course. And thank you so much for your support. I couldn't have gone far without you guys."
She smiled and gave her camera to one of the security guards so that they could take the picture. Her arms were wrapped around his waist as his were on her shoulder. She was too close to him for my liking but who am I to control his life and what he does? And if he likes to meet his fans then I'm not going to ruin that for him. I just hope he realizes that it gives me the idea that he could move on so easily with another girl.
"Can you imagine being with another girl?" I asked him, turning towards him and running my fingers through his hair.
"No. Never." He said, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.
"How did I end up so freaking lucky to have you in my life?"
"I don't know but all I can think of is how I'm the lucky one. You're everything to me, y/n. You are my anchor, you keep me grounded, and you're the only one who has and will ever made me feel this way."
With those words, I knew we were not like the rest. This love is true. It's not like those relationships that promise to be together but don't work out anyway. I can never imagine us falling apart because we will make it through all those trials that go in our way.
"I don't know how I can show you how much you mean to me but I know that you feel the same." He said, moving so that he was hovering on top of me.
"Do you think we'll last as long as some relationships do?" I asked, tracing his back with my index finger.
"No. Majority of the relationships these days last within a couple of years, months, sometimes, even weeks. They make people stop believing in long lasting love. But y/n, my dear y/n, I think we'll last forever."
"How do you know that?"
He took my hand in his and put it on the left side of his chest, where his heart is. "Do you feel this?"
I nodded as I could feel his fast pacing heartbeat under my palm.
"This is genuine. Whatever we have is not some shallow love that is only about fame or fortune. What we have is not some temporary arrangement. I believe that we are meant to be together."
I smiled and pulled his head gently down to mine. His soft, pink lips met mine as his arms wrapped around my waist slightly so that it could still support his weight. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my legs were wrapped around his hips.
"I love you, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes." I whispered as our lips pulled away by an inch or so.
"I love you too, y/full/n." He said, smiling.
"But I love you more."
"Impossible."
With him, I don't regret anything that has happened. I can't wait to see what the future will hold for the both of us. He changed my world from dark to light and I'm not afraid to fall in love with him again and again and again. I can't imagine what my life would be if he's gone.
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A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't that good. I just wanted to make something out of the song, Gone by Jennifer Hudson because this song is so sweet and addictive but didn't really know how to translate it into a good story. Just a warning though, I'll be posting some sad-ish imagines after this one that I wrote two years ago (when I was around 13 or 14) so it may suck.
And also, go check out the Cameron Dallas Imagines book I started. (It used to be up and I used to write it with a friend of mine but she doesn't help anymore so I unplublished it and published it again) It would really mean a lot.
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