Shawn Mendes Imagines

Strangers

*continued off of Hands*

The lights were so bright I thought I would be blinded.

"Your words cut deeper then a knife." "Now I need someone to bring me back to life." I blinked. The voice was singing. As the world started to clear up from the blur I woke upon, I saw I was in my bed. Lilly! The accident! Had it all been a dream? But what was this singing? And why do I feel pain in my ankle?

"Awe that was so good!" Wait is that my mother? I sat up. I felt woozy. I grabbed onto my nightstand. I shook my head. My head hurt. Easy steps Y/N. I slowly got up, stumbling a little. I limped (my ankle really hurt) to the stairs. I saw my mom, my niece, and Shawn. What is he still doing here? Wait why is he here in the first place? That's when my mom looked at me. "Oh honey you're up!" She got up rushed over. I used her for slight support to the end of the stairs. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

"My ankle hurts. And my head," I said.

"Yeah you probably sprained it. And as for the head you hit it hard so you might have got a mild concussion," She replied. I nodded.

"Lilly are you okay?" I asked.

"Yep just got a ow-ie right here," She pointed to a wrap on her arm and to her foot which was in a wrap also.

"Thank goodness," I sighed.

"And this lovely young man called me on your phone and brought you guys here and everything. Such a gentlemen," my mom praised. I glanced at him. He was sitting there with his guitar. He was really cute. Shut up Y/N. He is just a stranger. Then my moon realized the lemonade was gone in the pitcher and had to go make more. Lilly had to follow. She loves making lemonade. That left me and Shawn. I glanced at him and sat down in the chair across from the couch where he was.

"You know I saved your life," Shawn joked. I laughed. "Not from pulling you up from drowning. But what if the ducks bit you? Ducks disease. You owe me," I started to crack up laughing. He chuckled as well. After I gained breath I spoke.

"How do I ever repay you?"

"A date. This Saturday," he smirked.

"Oops I forgot I have a another day with a model that night," I joked.

"I am much better than any model," Shawn defended.

"Maybe. What time?"

"8 sharp,"

"If you come at 7:59 I'm locking you out of my house then," We both laughed.

A/N

hi I can't seem to publish this. Is anyone else having a problem publishing?