Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Love Potion

Y/n's P.O.V.

I looked at the boy sitting beside me in class. I love how he doesn't care what people thinks of him. I love how he speaks his mind. I love how he smirks.

Wanna know his name? It's Shawn Mendes.

The bad boy in school. Someone who has slept with all the girls here---- except me.

I'm the school nerd. A loner. The quiet one. A nobody.

I've been crushing on Shawn since my elementary years. But he doesn't know me.

And I'm really head over heels for this boy and I don't even know why.

I asked my grandmother who makes spells and potions for help. I asked if she could give me a love potion for Shawn and she gladly agreed.

So here I am, in the school bathroom with the love potion and water bottle in my hands.

"Okay, so one drop will make him have a crush on me. Two drops will make him fall in love with me. And three drops with make him crazy for me........" I thought to myself. "What happens if I made 4 drops? Eh, who cares?"

I opened the water bottle as I put 4 drops of the love potion. I sighed, contentedly as I closed the water bottle and exited the bathroom.

I went over to Shawn's ice hockey practice as I saw him play. Once he was done, I approached him, smiling.

"Hey, Shawn!" I greeted. "You were great out there!"

"Thanks, Y/n," He replied, lightly smiling.

"Oh, y-you know my n-name?" I asked, stuttering.

"Yeah, we have classes together," He shrugged. "Anyways, did ya need something?"

"No, I just wanted to give you some water cause I thought you'd be exhausted after practice," I smiled as I gave him the water bottle and he accepted it. I pushed my glasses up to the bridge of my nose.

"Thanks," He said.

"You're welcome," I said as I headed to my next class, grinning like a chesire cat.

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