shawn mendes imagines

The boy who plays hockey (Shawn Mendes Imagine) part 2

That's it. He's gone. Well those five seconds of my life were unforgettable but now Shawn is back on the ice and I'm left standing outside the rink.
I walk back over to my seat and sit down. I pull out my journal and start to write about number 27. I write how he called me 'babe' before he even knew my name. Normally that would be creepy coming from a guy you just met, but Shawn was quite charming and irresistible.
I'm not even paying attention to what's going on on the ice, too busy daydreaming about the lovely Shawn, when I hear a loud buzzzzz.
All of a sudden there's cheering and people getting out of their seats and clapping.
I look over to see Shawn on the ice, looking at his sister who I can tell is really proud.
Shawn won the game!
Before I can even get out of my seat, he's running off the ice, slipping a little bit.
Number 27 is now panting and out of breath standing right in front of me. I shoot out of my seat and stare up into his eyes.
"I won that game for you, (Y/N)." He said still breathing heavy, sweat coming off his face.
"What?" was all I could get out of my mouth.
"I won that game for you. And every game before it. I don't think you've noticed but that little smile on my face at the beginning of every game is because of you. I'm so cliché I know but you and your journal and how interested you are in hockey motivates me to win every game because when we win your face lights up and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Oh I've noticed the little smile, but I never thought it was because of me.

Please let me know if I should continue this or nah. I feel like my writing has just taken a wrong turn some where and I'm not capable of making good plots anymore or stories. I'm going to continue to write.... Maybe. And nobody even reads these little notes lolllll these are literally just notes to myself..... Anyway, I wanted to remind people to spread an act of kindness. Tomorrow if you see that boy sitting at the lunch table by himself, go sit with him. Who cares if people say it's weird or he's better off by himself. Maybe he just needs a hello to keep him motivated. You never know... You could be the reason someone is still breathing.

~Ari