Shawn Mendes Imagines

Out Pt. 3

  (Y/N POV)

One year after

I groan as my boss yells across the room that a little boy threw up his chocolate milkshake all over the ground.

"(Y/N) table 6!" He shouts as I walk away in hand with a mop.

My hair clings to my face because of the heated diner.

Winter is here and the temperatures are dropping, so are the fries that I knocked over while going to wash the now light brown mop.

The greasy sticks fly all over the customer and on the floor, sliding everywhere.

I gasp, dropping my mop as ketchup stains my shoes and jeans.

"What the fuck!" The guy shouts as he swipes ketchup off his face.

"I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to! I-It was on the edge and when I passed by, it fell!" I exclaim, dropping to my knees to clean up the mess.

Hopefully boss didn't see the incident.

Getting all the fries back into the holder, I grab a napkin from the table and wipe off his face.

"Oi! Get off me! You've done enough!" He yells, jumping at my touch.

I wince back at his brashness, putting the napkin in the holder too.

"Again I'm so sorry! Please I didn't mean to, I swear!" I try to convince. "I'll go get you a new batch!

I step closer to him as another guy I didn't look at appears.

"What the hell is happening?" A voice calls out beside me. Where are my fries?"

My head whips to the right of me as I start choking on my spit.

An angered Shawn stands in front of me, still looking at 'tragic' accident in front of us.

His face morphs into a shocked and surprised expression.

"What are you doing here?" He questions with frowning eyebrows.

"I work here." I shrug, getting ready to turn around and head to the kitchen to get out of this awkward situation.

"Hey hey hey! Not so fast (Y/N)." He responds, grabbing my shoulder spinning me around again. 

  I yank my shoulder from Shawn burning touch backing away from him.

  "I need to get back to work." I answer back, speeding towards the kitchen.

  I hear him sigh as his friends speaks up.

"Isn't that (Y/N)? She's hot dude."

  "Don't fucking talk to her like that. Fuck off." He growls.

My wince again at his anger.

  Shawn looks the same from last year.

  Messy hair, long sleeve shirts with skinny jeans.

  The same lazy eye I use to love.

I sigh, taking a deep breath, getting back to work.

  Why is he here? Last time I heard, he moved to L.A.

  Why is he back?

  My heart races thinking about him. It always does and I don't think it's ever going to stop.

  I know he's messed me up pretty bad, but I still love him.

  I miss you.

  My boss pulls me from my thoughts.