Shawn Mendes Imagines

You Meet

          You and your best friend head to the basketball courts in the park. Your friend giggles when she sees a bunch of shirtless guys playing on the other court. You roll your eyes and laugh. Something seems familiar about the boys, but you can't quite put your finger on it. You ignore it, and begin to play one-on-one with your friend. You can guarantee that some of the boys are staring at you, but you keep your head in the game. You dribble through your legs, go up for a 3-pointer, and slip after you shoot.

          You land awkwardly on your ankle, and feel sparks of pain run through it. You clutch it tightly, wincing. "I think I sprained it," you whimper. "Do you want me to call an ambulance?" your friend asks. "No, just get some ice or something," you say. "How bout a cute boy?" she smirks. "Hey, can you help us?" she yells over to the boys. A few of them start heading over. "Hey!" you playfully slap her, laughing. "What's wrong?" a tall, cute brunette asks. "She thinks she sprained her ankle," your friend explains. Another guy with blonde hair and blue eyes crouches down next to you.

          You immediately recognize him. "Hey, aren't you the Magcon boys?" you manage to ask. "Yeah, I'm Shawn!" one of the boys says. "This is Cameron, Nash, and Jack." Shawn introduces the others. "I'm y/n." you say. He crouches down next to you. "Can I?" he asks, motioning to your ankle. You nod, blushing. He pries your hands away, and gently touches it. You hiss, and he quickly apologizes. "Do you want to squeeze my hand?" Cameron offers. You nod, and take his hand, squeezing it. Shawn feels your ankle gently.

          "I think you broke it, and it's swollen as anything," he says, "I can take you to the hospital, and bring you back home. If you want." You accept, and he picks you up. After the hospital, you leave with crutches and a boot. "Take a right here," you tell Shawn as you pull up onto your street. "You live on this street? I do too! I guess we're neighbors," he laughs. He helps you out of the car, and grabs your hand. "So, y/n. I was wondering if maybe you would like to hand out tomorrow?" he says. "Sure, Shawn, I would love to!" you say, kissing his cheek. "Alright, I'll see you then! Bye!" he says. "See ya tomorrow!" you reply. As soon as you get into your house, you jump onto your bed, and scream into your pillow. "BEST DAY EVER!"