Shawn Mendes Imagines

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I guess I was so ivisible that no one noticed me walking down the hall. I was walking like everyone else. I had my textbooks safe in my chest and my eyes glued to the ground. Though I was not even the one not paying attention. I started walking down the back hall's steps as I went over the vocab words for my test next block. It is more peaceful going the back way. No one really uses these halls. But then a guy went streaming down the stairs behind me. Before I knew it, the figure shoved past me, and I was tumbling down the rest of the steps. I squealed as I rolled down the steps. The guy never looked back at me and ran away. I now was on the ground. My head was pounding. All of my papers were sprawled all over the tile. I sat up slowly. I heard the bell rang. Great. I am now late, hurt and my once organized papers were jumbled. I put my head in my hands, feeling the after pain of my fall take it's toll. I could feel tears gathering. I tried to stretch out my right leg but immediately brought it back to my chest.

"H-help," I stuttered out. I knew I wasn't going to get it though. I though to start gathering my stuff. But I didn't care. I ended up just sitting there looking at my now ripped jeans and the blood from the outside wound on my knee. The inside was throbbing. I bit my lip. Another tear slipped down my cheek.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask behind me. I twisted my head. A, handsome may I say, guy was hurrying down the steps. "Did you fall?" He asked.

"I-I got shoved," I said quietly. He started to pick up my papers. "I got it," I intervened.

"Someone shoved you?" He questioned worriedly, finshing picking up my papers.

"Yeah I don't think he meant to though. J-Just in a hurry," I explained. He looked angry. "Who are you,"

"Shawn," He said, anger somewhat in his voice. He looked down at my wound. "They hurt you," He bit his lip. I nodded.

"It was an accident," I said.

"Right," He rolled his eyes. I was slightly taken aback by his behavior but nodded.

"I am Y/N. Thank you," I grabbed my binder. Then I tried getting up, but then a shot of pain ran up my leg and I fell back. But Shawn caught me. I winced.

"Let me help you to the nurses," Shawn swooped me up in his arms and started to walk. I was still shocked. We both stayed quiet a minute until I spoke up. "Why are you mad because I got shoved by some guy? You don't know me?"

"My mother got pushed around. I hate that crap," I bit my lip at his response. I felt guilty for peering into his life like that.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"You are okay," He smiled.

Once I got to the nurses, he helped me in, got my number and was texting me consistently, eager to try and get updates about my state. I'm fine, I told him a million times. No you are not, you must have broke something, he would reply.

He was right, fracture in my ankle. But he came to the ER. And when I came out in the waiting room he had a small box of chocolates to "mentally heal me".

"You didn't have to do this. You barely know me," I dismissed. He grinned.

"Yeah, but wouldn't me helping you get help for your broken bones because you got pushed down some stairs a great start to a cheesy movie fling?"

"A very cheesy one."

A/N

I had two choices. Homework or wattpad. I basically choose wattpad. Oops... Well make sure to hit that little star guys it means a lot. Maybe this book will get a 100,000 reads one day? I wish haha more imagines will be up soon :)