Shawn Mendes Imagines

He's Your Stalker

Shawn's POV

"There she is," I nudge Jack G with my elbow.

As per usual, the love of my life walks into the library, carrying a plain black backpack with white polka dots on it, a blue t-shirt and black pants covering her oh-so-beautiful body, her hair pulled up into a loose messy bun.

She walks past the computers and the tables, slinging her bag over one of the vacant seats and walking across the room to the teen fiction section.

I lean over on the shelf, my chin in my palms as I watch her intently. Slowly I pull out my camera, zooming in on her and allowing it to focus.

She scans each novel spine with her eyes and keeps a concentrated look on her face as she searches for whatever her latest interest may be.

She was the damn most prepossessing female I have ever come across in my entire life.

"Dude, you should just ask her out," Jack interrupts my thoughts, causing me to nearly drop my camera. "The worst she could do is say no, and then you can still come to the library every day and watch her like the creep that you are."

"No, she doesn't know me," I reason. "And besides, a girl like that would never go out with someone like me."

"That's a load of crap and you know it," He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't know, I just like my view from here," I say as I turn back towards her, raising the lens back to my eye and snapping a photo.

"Well I'm just saying, you've been drooling over her for months and it's kind of weird that you're watching her from the other side of the library sighing with your big, brown puppy eyes," He scoffs.

"I was not sighing."

"Shawn, ask her out for God's sake. It's kind of pathetic."

I wince and look back over at her, as she walks down the narrow aisle of books, hugging a stack to her chest. Oh my god she was so hot. Jesus.

"What would I even say to her? Hi, I'm Shawn and I'm secretly in love with you. Marry me please," I roll my eyes.

"No, just say, hello, I'm Shawn and I think you're really cute. Wanna have lunch sometime? Come on man, practice on me," He shuts his eyes.

"That's weird, dude."

"C'mon, just do it," He whines.

I sigh and look at him, disgusted as I try to picture him as Y/N.

"Okay um, hi, Y/N. I'm Shawn. Um.. I think you're really cute, and uh - I was just wondering if you would want to have lunch with me sometime?"

"Sure," A voice says from behind me, and I flinch and spin around quickly.

"Y/N?"

"Shawn, right?" She smiles. I nod weakly.

"We go to the same school, that's how I know you. I didn't know you were a bookworm! And of course, yes, I would love to go out with you," She nods.

I look over at Jack, who was giving me a thumbs up.

Pinch me, I mouth, and he laughs.