Shawn Mendes Imagines

My little secret

Your POV

No one knew I was secretly really good at figure skating. Everyone thought people were stupid to do figure skating, but I enjoyed it so much.

My skates glide on the empty rink indoors and I start to pick up speed. I jump and twirl. I spread out my arms and spin and spin and spin. Until I fall on my butt laughing.

I heard people coming so I rushed off the rink and hid behind a wall. And then a group of people rush in laughing. I thought I was the only one who booked the rink at this time. I went to walk away but slip and fall, hitting my head on the wall.

"Ow!" I moan. My vision was blurry for a moment but went back to normal. I quickly get up, grab my stuff and head for the door.

I look back and see someone looking at me with concern. This person was amazing. This person was famous. This person was Shawn Mendes. I look back at him, rub my head and see blood on my hand. I was taken back and fall again. Luckily without my skates on.

Shawn rushes over, people staring at me. I turn my head and get back up.

"You okay?" He ask grabbing my arm.

"I'm fine." I say, tears falling down my face because of the pain in my head.

"No your not. Let me help." He said turning my head to face him. I still looked away.

"I'm fine." I whisper. He slowly let's go of my arm and let's me walk outside. I close the door, fresh tears falling down my face.

I sit outside, leaning again the wall. I grabbed my spare shirt and held it on my head. It wasn't entirely bad but I had to stop the bleeding.

I hear the door open and someone rush over to me. I didn't have to see them to know it was Shawn.

"I brought something to help with your head. I saw the blood so I know it's serious." He held a rag in his hand and this cream, to help with any infection.

He places it on my head.

"Ah." I whisper closing my eyes.

"Don't die on me." He says joking.

"I would never die in your care Shawn." I say smiling up to him.

"What's your name by the way." He says examining my head.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"You too."

"Oh and don't tell anyone we've met." I say, accidentally brushing my hand on his.

"It can be our little secret." He says kissing my cheek.

"Oh, okay." I say blushing. He notices and holds my hand.

"You know Shawn, your pretty amazing." I say smiling slightly.

"Well, I already know that. But your perfect."

"True, true." I say laughing, then wincing in pain.

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

"I agree." I say.
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