Fallin' All In You; Shawn Mendes

Three

I looked around and seen this guy with red hair. His cheeks grew pink with embarrassment.

"Sorry I freaked out, I've never actually seen someone get hit with a baseball in the head." He defended.

Soon the guy named Matt walked over with a black bag. He handed it to the batter with horrible aim. Also known as the guy who hit me with a Baseball.

"You don't have something else to hit me with in there do you?" I asked.

He chuckled, "No just things to hopefully help. Lucky for you I happen to know what I'm doing."

He then pulled out a small thin looking flashlight. He turned it on and used it while looking at my eyes. He had me follow his finger with my eyes only.

"So your vitals seem normal not really anything off. Hopefully no concussion. Let's get you up and see how you hold yourself up." He told me.

He stood up and helped me get up on my feet. He had his hand on my hip and my body close to his. My breath caught in my throat when I realized how close we were. I shook my thought away and attempted to stand on my own.

He let go of me slowly to see if I could walk and stand on my own. I did fine standing and when I started to walk my balance was a little off but nothing too concerning.

"Well you seem good, nothing out of the normal." He told me.

"Yeah besides the volcano size bump that's going to form on my forehead thanks to you." I told him.

His cheeks turned rosy, "I already said I'm sorry. I can prescribe the medication for the swelling if you'd like but odds are you'll only need to rest and put an ice pack on it."

"What are the odds that someone who gave me a injury was also a doctor?" I asked.

"I know I'm supposed to be the one making people heal not get hurt." He said with this smile.

I felt my heart quicken and I could've sworn I was blushing. Probably like an idiot as well.

"Yeah, well doctor do you happen to have a name? You know just incase I want to sue?" I joked.

Luckily he had a sense of humor, "Yeah I'm Shawn Mendes you can call me Shawn or Dr. Mendes which ever you prefer."

"Not trying to be rude but you're a lot younger than I expected for a doctor." I told him.

"I get that a lot." Shawn told me with that smile.

How can one person be so handsome? I am trying to find a flaw but there's none. How was this humanly possible?

"And you are?" He asked.

I hesitated, what if he would know who I was? That he's recognize my last name and see me differently than some normal girl he happened to hit in the head with a baseball. I moved here to get away from my family's name and start new.

"Uh I'm Peyton." I told him just sticking to the first name bases.

"Well Peyton it was an odd way to meet but I'd be more than welcome to pay for a Uber to take you home. It would be pretty bad if I allowed you to drive after having a head injury. Despite you being fine. Luckily I don't play baseball professionally or even good because your injury might have been worse." He rambled on.