(ON HOLD)That One's Mine (Shawn Mendes x reader)

Autographs

Previously.....

"But he- he, he, he's"

For the first time all school year, I spoke up.

"HE'S SHAWN MENDES!"

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Chapter 2

Shawn's pov

Great. We've got fans. Everywhere I go. I can't escape them.

"Who's Shawn Mendes?" A guy asks.

"He is, dummy!" A girl yelled, pointing at me, "He's only THE most amazing singer there ever was. Two months ago, he went on tour, and his entire tour was sold out in 9 minutes 32 seconds!"

While every one was still yelling about how awesome I was, I calmly walked over to a girl in the back of the classroom. She was reading a packet of papers in her hand, and muttering under her breath. She had an empty seat next to her.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked her.

She jumped.

"Oh. Um. No. It's empty."

I sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry I yelled out your name." She apologized quietly.

Wow. She has to be the nicest fan I've ever had. No one ever apologized.

"I know how overwhelming it is, to walk into a room, and everyone already knows who you are. It's weird because they know every thing about you, but you don't even know their names." She continued, "And it drives you crazy, because you don't want the whole world to know where you are, but they just have a heart attack and start screaming your name,"

She took a deep breath, and kept talking.

"And they want to be your friend, because they want you to be in all their pictures, and get a ton of autographs. And you can't have a quality friendship with anyone, because they already think they know who you are, but they don't. And everyone wants you to sing, or do a scene, but they never considered that maybe you don't want to embarrass yourself, and they're all swarming around you. Pressuring you to do something. But you don't want to."

We sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She looked up at me, and removed her hoodie.

"Y/N L/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screeched, and then whispered, "Oops. Sorry."

"It's okay." She said.

"Can I have your autograph?" I asked her.

"Only if I can have yours."

"You drive a hard bargain."I teased her.

She giggled.

God, I love that giggle. It's so cute. Her eyes light up, and and she laughs so softly and sweetly, that I swear, I just melt. And those eyes. Damn. Those beautiful e/c eyes-

Hold up. Did I just think that?

Dude. I just met her! Plus she's famous. I bet she already has a boyfriend.

But then again. I'm famous too. I mean, I understand the struggles.

"Earth to Shawn Mendes. Do you copy?" A voice said, pulling me out of my trance.

"Sorry. Just thinking." I said.

Y/n handed me a piece of paper, and grabbed one for herself.

I signed my signature, and added a little note.

Y/n. Keep being a great person. Try your best, and sing your heart out. - Shawn

I looked over at y/n. She was in the middle of writing a quick note.

She bit her lip when she wrote. And her handwriting was cute.

"Done!" She smiled, and handed me the signature.

"Class!" The teacher yelled at the top of her lungs, "Settle down. I know this is a bit of a surprise for you, but I need you to be quiet."

Y/n pulled her hoodie back up, slid down in her seat, and started to take notes.

I looked at the board. Ew. We were learning about Predicate Nouns.

I sighed. This was gonna be a long English class.