Marthe Woertman Imagines

I Don't Even Know Your Name - Shawn Mendes

Marth POV
I was in the park talking a walk after a heated argument with a friend. As I was walking, in the distance I heard someone playing the guitar and singing. I look up to see which direction it was coming from, as I was walking I then see a crowd of people standing around to what I think is a bench. I walk toward the crowd curious who this beautiful voice belonged to. As I get there I don't really have to push through the crowd because well I'm taller than most of them. I watch impressed at her guitar playing skills and can't help but to close my eyes for a moment to just focus on her voice. After each song everyone would clap and some would try to suggest songs she should sing next. I just stood there and observed, I couldn't help but find her beautiful, the sun shining onto her face making her look like she was glowing. But as I was lost in thought I didn't snap out of it until I saw her packing up her guitar. I then overhear some of the people from the crowd who I assume are her fans mention that they'll see her next week again. I guess she comes here to do like mini shows every week for small groups. She intrigued me so much that without thinking I went up to her and said "Hey, I thought you sounded amazing." Mentally I had a mini panic attack questioning what the heck I was thinking. She turns to me and says "Uh thanks☺️." I got a small shock heading her speaking voice because it sounded quite different from her singing voice, but nonetheless it sounded smooth like honey. "So you'll be here again next week?" I ask already planning to come again. "Uh yea. I kinda do this every week. It's the least I can do for them." She says them referring to the crowd that surrounded her earlier. "Cool cool." I mentally facepalmed at how stupid I sounded. Lucky but also sadly she suddenly got a notification on her phone and then looked back at me and said "Oh shit. Sorry gotta go." She quickly grabs her guitar in its case and runs off before I could say anything in response. I then decided before going home I would go get some coffee. The whole week it didn't matter if I was working or I had things I needed to get done my mind would wonder off to her. The girl with the voice that sounded like honey and how her brown eyes sparkled in the sun. Thinking about her got me daydreaming, and thinking of her is what kept me up at night. I caught myself looking forward to seeing her again. I had no idea how I would find her anywhere else, heck I didn't even know her name so I couldn't even find her on social media. But when the day came no one was at that same spot, not her and not even her fans. I thought maybe it got postponed or they went to a different area but even though I went through the whole park and waited hours I didn't see her. The week after thoughts of her still plagued my mind constantly. I found myself walking to that park on instinct regularly and going to that same bench and sitting there thinking maybe if I wait she might come. After another week I was starting to give up ever seeing her again, and yet here I was at that same bench staring up at the sky wondering why. I hear footsteps coming near but I couldn't care less with so much on my mind so I just close my eyes. But then I hear that familiar smooth like honey voice ask "Hey you ok?" My eye shoot open as I look at her, all this time thinking I would never see her again but here she was in a giant hoodie. "Yea just had a lot on my mind recently." I respond hooding she wouldn't be able to hear my heart trying to beat out of my chest as she sits next to me on the bench. "Wanna talk about it?" She asks but I could tell she herself sounded quite tired. "Not to sound rude or anything but you sound kinda tired..wanna talk about it?" I say turning the question back to her thinking what's bothering her is probably more important. "Uh well..some stuff happened and now everyone hates me. As much as I can try to tell people that it wasn't my fault or that I didn't do what they think I did they'll all have their assumptions and hate me." She explains sounded exhausted. "I don't -" but before I could finish my sentence someone points to her and yells "You lying bitch slut!" "Hey what the fuck is your problem man!" I yell suddenly feeling protective of her even though I barley know her. She then gently grabbed my arm as the guy walks away. I sit back down and say "As I was saying..I don't hate you. I know I pretty much don't know you or what happened in specifics but I don't hate you." I explain. "A lot of my fans are also fans of my ex. Recently he changed some stories so that he became the good guy. I didn't even know why he brought it up. But now basically everyone thinks I threw myself on him and I'm a slut when really I broke up with him because I figured out I don't like guys. His ego got all hurt so he said some shit that was fake so I turned out sounding like a total slut that wanted attention." She explains and the more I heard the more I wanted to punch this asshole. She then let out a exhausted sigh then turns to me to ask "Your turn, what's your problem?" Before I could even think to try to go around the question I decided to just tell her. "Well I wouldn't call it a problem..the thing that was on my mind for a while two weeks is..well you." I say nervous. "Me?" She questions very confused. "Well last week I came here and you weren't here and everytime I came after that..sorry if this sounds weird but I just think your beautiful and that your voice sounds heavenly." I blurt out blushing more and more. "Wow. Sorry." She says amazed and apologetic. "What no it's not your fault I forgot to ask for your name." I say with a small chuckle. She then lets out a laugh then says "Well my name is Y/N Y/L/N." "My name is Marth." I say.