Shawn Mendes Imagines

The library

"Good morning Y/N." Mrs. Peters said as I walked into the warm and cozy library.

"Morning." I smiled as I walked past her desk. The smell  of coffee and paper lingered in the air. I ordered a hot chocolate from the café inside the library and sat down at one of the small tables. The bell rang signaling that someone had walked through the door. I looked up from my book and saw a boy about my age walk to the mystery/fantasy aisle of books. He had on a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and had dark brown hair. He defiantly isn't the type of guy that looks like he would read fantasy books. I looked back down at the book I was reading titled, 'Perfect You' by Elizabeth Scott. I picked it up and continued to read. My eyes drifted from the paper back to the guy. I noticed that he was ordering a coffee and had the book, 'Harry potter and the Goblet,' in his hand. He had a silver ring around his ring finger that caught my attention when he reached for the warm drink he ordered. He looked up and met my eyes. I looked away quickly and tried to find the sentence I stopped at in my book.

The name Shawn was written across the side of the white cup in black ink. I finally realized that I was pretty much stalking this guy so I took a sip of my hot chocolate and continued on with my book. A couple minutes later I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up and met his caramel colored eyes. "I know this might sound weird, but there are no other seats and I was wondering if I could seat here?" He asked nervously. "Yeah, of course." I said flashing a small smile. "Thank you." He said relieved. "I'm Shawn by the way." He said sliding into the seat. "I'm Y/N." I said with a smile. We sat in silence as we read our books. I would occasionally glance at Shawn and see him looking so concentrated. I smiled at the way his eyebrows would knit together and he would lick his lips occasionally.

{Shawn}

I would look up at Y/N and admire her. The way her lips would move a little like she was reading aloud, her eyes would light up when something shocked her in the book, and the way she would look up at me. It was funny how we were both looking at every detail of each other. I decided that I needed to talk to her and find out more about her. 

"Thank you for letting me sit here. I have to go, but we should text sometime." I said putting down a piece of paper on the table. I walked out of the library hoping that I would get a text from her.

Part 2???