Shawn's POV:
I walk (practically run) right up to the front desk.
"What room is Jessica in?" I ask, flustered.
"Jessica who, honey?" Shoot, she never told me her last name. The lady pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose, just like a librarian.
"I...um...I don't know her last name..." The lady gives me a funny look.
"Well, I can't help you if you don't know her last name."
"She just came in here, like, not even 10 minutes ago!! Long, brown hair, blue eyes...?" Now I'm getting mad.
"Oohhh, you must mean Jessica Rose.....yeah, um...visiting hours are over, sorry." Over?? They can't be over!!! I need to see Jessica! Jessica Rose...
"What room is she in?" I ask, sternly.
"Sir, visiting hours ar-"
"WHAT ROOM IS SHE IN?" Now I'm yelling. Calm down Shawn, calm down.
"That information is classified, sir. I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to come back tomorrow." I slam my fist down on the counter, and the lady jumps. I sit down in a waiting chair and text Jessica's phone, hoping her mom will answer. The lady notices me.
"Sir, phones are not allowed in th-" I block her out. Her mom answers: 'Floor 3 Room 7'.
I get up and run. I run past the front desk with the annoying librarian-looking lady, past all the guards who tell me to stop, past all the nurses chasing me; I run past everything. I have blinders on right now, all pointing to one special girl: Jessica Rose. I recite her name over and over in my head.
Jessica Rose, Jessica Rose, Jessica Rose....
Each time, it sounds more and more beautiful, and each time, I get closer to her. To my Jessica Rose.
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How We Met • Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction
FanfictionIn which ordinary Jessica Rose stumbles into the man of her dreams. To her, he's her idol. To him, she's much more... *COMPLETED*
