Shawn Mendes Imagines

Café encounters

I watch the heavy rain as it splashes against the window of my favourite café, the droplets chasing each other to the bottom. From my usual table, I can see the people, both young and old, frantically running about trying to find shelter. Surprisingly, no one new enters the café, leaving it empty apart from me and the two waitresses complaining behind the counter about their terrible working hours and pitiful wages. However, I can also see a large group of teenage girls forming near the train station opposite, which is strange. I don't question it any further though, and return to reading the novel lying next to my steaming mug of hot chocolate, which happens to be one of my favourite books of all time - 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. Yes, I have read this book before. Yes, I've read it more than ten times. But do I regret it? Nope. I love this series so much it worries my family sometimes.

Just as I'm nearing the part where Harry encounters the Sphinx in the TriWizard maze, the door to the peaceful café bursts open, unveiling the sound of many screaming girls. I briefly look up from the book, annoyed that I was interrupted. A frazzled looking young man, about 20 or so, runs in, his gorgeous curly hair drenched from the pouring rain. His soaked white T-shirt hiding under his denim jacket clings to him, making his toned stomach evident. He seems somewhat familiar but I don't think too much about it, instead returning to the story lying wait in my hands. From the corner of my eye, I can see the boy sit down at a nearby table, his head resting in his hands. One of the waitresses from earlier comes over with a large mug of coffee, a new spring in her step and a cheeky glint in her eyes. I wonder why.

I continue reading for a while, struggling to suppress the few tears threatening to fall from my eyes when Cydric dies, all thoughts of the lonely boy sitting close by forgotten. That is until I hear soft footsteps approaching my table.
"Hey," a deep voice says. "Mind if I sit?"
I look up, my eyes meeting the captivating gaze of the young man. "Uh, s-sure," I stutter in response. I never stutter. Damn it.
"Thanks." He pulls the chair out opposite me before sitting down, running his hand through his curls. "I noticed you were the only other person in here so I thought I'd say hi." He chuckles nervously. Why would he be nervous?
"Oh well... hi!" I smile. "I'm Y/N."
"That's a beautiful name." I blush at this. "Shawn," he introduces himself, holding out his hand. I shake it, loving the feel of his large hand holding my small one.
"Nice to meet you, Shawn."
"Likewise, Y/N." We both laugh lightly, the formalities foreign to us both.

I glance down at the table and as I do so, I catch sight of a tattoo on Shawn's hand. A bird.
"That's a beautiful tattoo," I say in awe, unable to stop myself from lightly tracing it with my finger.
"Thank you. It's a swallow. I got it because although swallows travel the world, they always find their way back home in the end. I guess it's there to remind me where my own home is." A far-away look appears in his chestnut coloured eyes and a smile plays on his lips.
"I love that. I've always wanted a tattoo. I'm too much of a coward to get one though." I sigh.
"I was scared the first time too. It hurts but I think the pain is worth it in the end. Maybe one day you'll find someone that will get one with you, to distract you."
"Maybe." I say softly, trying to banish the thoughts of him being that person from my mind. I've only known him a few minutes I repeat in my mind. He could be a psychopath for all I know, albeit a gorgeous psychopath.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Suddenly I remember the screams I heard earlier. "Can I ask you a question, Shawn?"
He nods in response, curious.
"Would you happen to know why there was a crowd of girls outside around the time you arrived?" I figure I might as well ask him, it's not like there's much else to talk about.
A strange look passes over his face, but just as soon as it appears, it disappears. "N-no. I don't, sorry. They must have seen a celebrity somewhere. That's usually the reason, isn't it?"
"Ah, that explains it." I nod to myself, satisfied with his explanation.

"You a fan of Harry Potter too, eh?" Shawn grins, eyeing the closed book lying forgotten on the table. I have a feeling he purposely changed the subject but I decide to let it slide.
"Are you kidding? I've been a proud Gryffindor since I was 7 years old." I grin back, excited to have found a fello fan.
"I'm a massive fan as well... and definitely a Gryffindor. I swear I would've cried if I had been sorted into one of the other pointless houses, like Hufflepuff."
"Same! Thank god we weren't then!" We both laugh. I love how Shawn's eyes light up when he talks about things he's passionate about, it makes him more handsome than he already was.

I'm about to ask him about his other passions, since I caught sight of a guitar shaped tattoo on the inside of his right forearm, when we're interrupted by the waitress that served Shawn his coffee, a sour look on her face now.
"We're closing up," she says abruptly, sending a glare my way when Shawn wasn't looking.
"Oh sorry! We must have lost track of time." He smiles at the girl, instantly charming her.
"No worries. Just make sure to leave within the next few minutes." Her eyes are glued to his still-wet T-shirt and for some reason I feel myself getting angry.
"We'll be gone soon don't worry." I give her the fakest smile I have in me and she turns on her heel in a huff and walks away.
Shawn, oblivious to the tension, smiles at me. "Well, it was great meeting you Y/N." He extends his hand to me when he stands up. I shove my book in my bag and hoist it onto my shoulder before grabbing his hand.
"Same to you, Shawn."

We make our way out of the café together, Shawn holding the door open for me when we reach it. It's still raining outside but not as much, and the near-dark street is illuminated by the lampposts lining it.
I'm about to say goodbye to the best looking guy I've ever met when he speaks. "Y/N?"
"Yeah?" I look up into his beautiful eyes, taking in what I can before I have to go.
"Could I please have your number? Just so we don't have to leave meeting again up to chance, you know?" I may be imagining the slight blush covering his cheeks.
"Of course. Here," I hand him my phone and he hands me his. Once we're done inputting our numbers we switch back.
"So... this is goodbye I guess." He smiles, his eyes boring into mine. "For now anyway."
"Exactly. For now." Impulsively, I stand up on my tip-toes and wrap my arms around his neck. He, in turn, wraps his strong arms around my waist. "Bye, Shawn." I kiss his cheek and quickly break from his arms, avoiding eye contact. I run away, my laughs filling the crisp night air, leaving the handsome young man chuckling to himself outside my favourite café.

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Hey guys! It has been brought to my attention that calling other houses pointless can be offensive and I'm sorry for that, that isn't what I meant at all. I just said it to mimic what Shawn himself has said. All houses are equally important in my eyes. Thanks for reading xx