This imagine is based off the song Crazy by a Shawn Mendes listen to it here. God, did she make me feel al warm and tingly. After I broke up with my last girlfriend, I decided to give up on dating as long as I had this whole touring thing going on.
I regretted not listening to everyone who told me I was too young to date, because maybe 16 WAS too young to date. I was walking around town to clear my mind from all the stress, and I noticed her hugging her knees and looking at the ocean, which at the time looked jet black. I could hear the loud music blaring through her earphones.
I smiled back and responded. Most girls just claw my face when they recognize me, but not this one. After about seven months of being a little more than friends but a little less than boyfriend and girlfriend, we had a terrible fight.
After that she stopped talking to me and I had stopped caring about anything. I was so used of her staying over at mine just because we would have this long ass movie nights where she fell asleep on top of me.
I was used to her staying over just because she felt like sleeping next to me. There was never a time where I felt like not sleeping next to her. When I looked into her eyes it felt like hours even though they were seconds, and when we were joking around, chasing each other, or cuddling, it felt like minutes even thought they were hours.
The following weeks were just a mess. I was always thinking of her. During family meals, during concerts, during interviews. I turn my body to the right to check the clock on my nightstand. I check my phone to see if I have any notifications. I roll around my bed with my earphones on trying to go to sleep.
In one of my attempts to get comfortable, I roll off my bed and fall to the floor. I sigh in anger and suddenly start crying. It is so pathetic. I am literally sitting on the floor of my room crying about a girl. After a while when I had calmed down, I raise my head to look at the clock again. I make sure to lock my house before leaving and start walking along. It takes me ten minutes to get to her house.
A rush of excitement goes through me when I hear the keys of the door. She is wearing pajama pants and a loose shirt. Her hair is all messed up and her face is clean of make up.
She stops when she notices me. Her eyes suddenly grow wide and her mouth opens just a bit. I smile as wide as my mouths lets me.
She raises her eyebrows and nods after a few seconds.