Secret
A/N: Hello, hello! Not much to say about this one other than Allison made me do it (2021 is amazing but angsty and I needed some serious fluff so I wrote it myself smh) Anyways, enjoy :)
Summery: AU in which once you meet your soulmate, you can hear them talking to themselves. You’re Shawn’s personal assistant and soulmate but you have to keep your relationship a secret, until one day . . .
Word count: 6.5k+
Warnings: Swearing, and little angst towards the end (but only a little)
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This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
Nobody knew. Nobody. Not your parents, not Andrew, not even Brian knew. You never told anyone about it. But now the whole world knew about your relationship.
The whole world knew and you sure as hell were going to lose your job.
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You wouldn’t say you knew you were soulmates right away, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. Well, it didn’t take long for Shawn to figure it out and tell you. In fact, it only took him about six hours after meeting you to realize you were the one destined for him.
He knew the moment he met you that there was something about you that was just different. Not different like “I’m not like other girls” different. Different as in someone that gave him a feeling he’d never had before.
“Shawn, this is Y/N Y/L/N, your new personal assistant. Y/N, this is Shawn.” You smiled nervously as Andrew introduced you to your new boss, giving him a small wave before realizing how unprofessional it looked.
You stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Mendes.”
“Oh, please,” he chuckled as he shook your hand. “Call me Shawn. Mr. Mendes is way too formal.”
You let out a small laugh as well, dropping his hand. There was an awkward pause that made you worry you’d already made the wrong impression. Too weak of a handshake? A wavering voice? What made this go downhill so fast?
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” You nodded at the two men before heading over to the bathroom in the hotel lobby.
“She seemed nervous,” Shawn mentioned once you were out of earshot.
“I think she’s going to be a good fit. She’s a year younger than you and her application was great. Give her a chance. She was meeting the Shawn Mendes, her boss, after all.
Get it together, Y/N.
The words muttered in his head were in her voice, not his own. He frowned, sure that his mind was simply playing tricks on him.
Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom, cursing yourself for already making the wrong impression.
“You said ten words to the man and he probably already thinks you’re a moron,” you muttered as you paced in front of the sinks. “Take a deep breath and get back out there.”
“You okay?” Andrew asked, referring to the distant look that had overtaken Shawn’s face.
“Hmm? . . . Oh, yeah. Zoned out for a second.” Am I hearing my soulmate’s voice?
“Play nice with Y/N. I really think you’re going to like her.”
You exited the bathroom and put a pleasant look on your face as you approached the group. That was your job now: look and make everyone happy.
“Y/N, I’ll show you to your room so you can get settled,” Andrew said, gesturing for you to lead the way towards the elevator.
“Wait, Y/N.” Shawn reached out to gently grab your shoulder. “Do you wanna meet up before dinner for a smoothie or something? You know, to get to know each other?” His soft smile was something you couldn’t say no to, even if you’d only known him for three minutes.
Thirty minutes later, Shawn was knocking on your hotel door and taking you out for a smoothie shop across the street.
“What do you think you’re gonna get?” he asked once you were standing in line, taking his wallet out of his pocket.
“Trying to decide between strawberry-banana and berry blast.”
“This is the best smoothie shop around and you want strawberry-banana?”
“Or berry blast.” You’d just met him but the banter came easily. “Besides, if they’re that good at making smoothies, then the strawberry-banana will knock me off my feet with how good it is.”
“I don’t know if I can work with such a basic person as an assistant.” He playfully nudged you a step away from him.
“Oh, is this a test? Because you haven’t even seen me actually work yet.” You stepped in front of him, deciding on strawberry-banana.
“Yeah, but I could fire you for any reason at any time so really-”
“You’re not gonna fire me.” You turned around and gave him a smirk.
“But I could.” He stepped unreasonably close just as you stepped up to order. You pushed his face back with the back of your hand. He’s acting awfully friendly.
“I’ll take a strawberry-banana smoothie please,” you smiled at the cashier, pulling out some money.
“And I’ll get blueberry and avocado smoothie,” Shawn said as he pushed down your hand with the money and held out his card to the cashier. You glared at him playfully and lightly elbowed him in the stomach. “What? It’s good for your skin.”
“You guys are cute,” the cashier giggled after announcing the total and swiping Shawn’s card.
“Oh, we barely know each other.” Your words were a lost cause as Shawn dragged you aside so the next person could order.
“Shh, she doesn’t know that. Make her think there’s a world where a person with a basic smoothie order and a person with a good smoothie order can be soulmates.”
“I haven’t overheard you talking to yourself yet so I don’t think that’s possible.”
“But imagine.” He led you over to a table and plopped down on a seat. You turned around to hang your purse over the back of the chair as you sat down.
“Wait, how much do I owe you?” You pulled the purse back over the chair and dug through it to find the money you haphazardly stuck in there just a minute before.
“Nothing. It’s on me,” he said, like it was the obvious answer.
“But I feel bad making you pay for it.”
“You’re not making me pay for it, I wanted to. Consider it a ‘welcome to the team’ present.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
He liked how nervous he was making you. Whether it was because he was your boss or because he was devilishly handsome, he wasn’t entirely sure. But, he did know that you made him a little nervous too, especially since he was 95 percent sure you were his soulmate.
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“You know what?” you said to yourself in your hotel room that night. “This is going to be really good for me. A fresh start and a chance to see the world. It doesn’t get much better than that.”
Shawn was distracted from his own thoughts once he heard your voice in his head. Shawn Mendes is my fucking boss. Not only that, but he’s an awesome dude. He smiled, not entirely sure he should be listening into this conversation. To be fair though, he couldn’t help it. Your voice was in his head.
“Damn,” he said as he put on a clean shirt for the night. “That girl was real cute.” He heard something fall in the other room followed by absolute silence, leading him to believe that you heard him. “She had a basic-ass smoothie order though.”
Was that my soulmate? He couldn’t help but laugh, trying to stay quiet as he figured out how to surprise you. Who did I meet today? You started to list the numerous people you met at dinner that night as Shawn shuffled over to the door that connected your hotel rooms.
“Hey, soulmate,” he quipped as he swung the door open. You let out a yelp, arms holding a shirt over your chest as you fell back onto the bed. “Oh, sorry!”
You threw the shirt over your head and glanced at the mirror on the wall to make sure you looked presentable. “You can come back in now,” you said once you were decent. Shawn reentered with a hand over his eyes, softly closing the door behind him. “You can look,” you giggled. “I have a shirt on now.”
Shawn put his hand down and smiled sheepishly at you. You wanted to swoon at how cute he looked with his rosy cheeks and messy curls.
“Hi.” He leaned against the wall, watching your feet get closer and closer to him until your sock clad toes were almost touching his.
“Hey.” He slowly looked up to meet your gaze. You gave him a shy smile and wave, to which he could only smile back. He’s been dreaming of the moment he met his soulmate for all these years yet he found himself at a loss of words.
“So . . . how much of that did you hear?”
“Oh, I heard the whole shabang. I’m glad you think so highly of me.” You groaned and leaned into his chest.
“You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.”
“That’s part of the whole soulmate thing. Can’t help it.”
“We’re actually soulmates?” You lifted your head so your chin was resting on his chest.
“Yeah,” He wrapped his arms around you. “I think we are.”
You brought your hands up so they were resting on his shoulders. “That moment would be a lot more romantic if I wasn’t staring up your nose.”
Shawn threw his head back, body shaking with laughter. You buried your face into his chest as you laughed along with him.
There was a comfortable pause before either of you dared to break the moment. “I’d day we should stay up all night and talk about our deepest fears and hopes for the future but we both look dead tired so we should probably call it a night.”
“Probably should. Night, Shawn.”
“Night, Y/N.” He squeezed you for a second longer before opening the door and stepping back into his room, sending you a wink before he shut it all the way.
“Shawn Mendes is my soulmate,” you whispered to yourself. “Shawn Mendes is my fucking soulmate!”
“Uh huh,” Shawn chuckled from the other room. “We’re definitely soulmates.”
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It was a year of bliss full of sneaking kisses behind closed doors and holding hands under tables. You agreed at the start to keep your relationship a secret. With you settling into the new job and the two of you wanting to explore the relationship, it was best to keep everything under wraps. Hard as you tried, people had their suspicions for one reason or another.
It started with Andrew about a month after you realized you were soulmates. Shawn knew he could trust Andrew but he also knew that Andrew could be kind of harsh when it came to professionalism. The man didn’t expect the two of you to refer to each other strictly by last name, but he did expect that you abide by the rules and not cross the line between platonic and romantic.
So Shawn thought it would be best to find out what would happen if you were to announce that you were together. You know, in a hypothetical situation.
“Andrew, Shawn is looking for you,” you said as you peeked your head around the doorway of the green room. “He’s in his dressing room.”
Andrew’s head perked up at the calling of his name and nodded, standing up and following you to Shawn’s dressing room. You let him go in by himself, telling him that you had some other things to attend to. Once he shut the door though, you put your ear to it in hopes that you would be able to overhear what he had to say about Shawn’s “hypothetical” situation.
“Y/N said you needed me?” Andrew said once the door was closed.
“Yeah, I just had a quick question.” Shawn picked at the skin on the side of his thumb. “I just thought of this random situation and I was wondering what would happen if it actually happened.”
Andrew nodded for him to go on, still confused as to why Shawn made him come all the way down there for this.
“So say, my assistant was my soulmate. What would happen? Would they be able to keep their job or . . .?” He could see the gears turning in Andrew’s head at the mention of a soulmate and he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to answer.
“Is this about Y/N?”
“No, no. Just in some alternate universe. What would happen?”
“It depends. You obviously have a soulmate, we can’t stop that from happening, but I’d rather it not be someone you worked with,” Andrew started. “When I hire any team member, no matter what their job is, they agree that there is to be no romantic involvement with you. It keeps things professional and could prevent things from going haywire with the media. Things never look good when a star gets involved with someone on their team. I just don’t want to deal with all the bad publicity that could come out of that kind of situation. I don’t know if I would fire them but it would likely be on the table.” He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “But that’s not happening with you and Y/N, right?”
Your face dropped. You were expecting that sort of answer, but it still hurt to hear.
“What? Pfft, of course not. I was just curious,” Shawn replied, walking over to the door and pushing it open. You stumbled back, suddenly realizing that you were supposed to be attending “other things.”
“That was all. Thanks, Andrew.” Andrew gave Shawn a look that said he knew something was up, but Shawn laughed it off.
Okay?” He stepped out into the hallway, bumping into you. “Oops, sorry, Y/N.”
“Haha, no problem,” you waved him off. “Shawn, they need you on stage for soundcheck.”
“Soundcheck doesn’t start for another half hour,” Andrew said.
“They wanted to start early. Something about having trouble with stuff in the past so they wanted to get a head start.”
Shawn shot you a discrete thumbs up, eyes silently thanking you for the save.
“Okay then? I’ll let you do what you need to do.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in once he turned around and started making his way back down the hallway.
“Do they actually need me?”
“No, but I needed to look like I wasn’t eavesdropping.”
Shawn looked down the hallway to make sure no one was there before pulling you into a hug behind the open door and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you.”
“Love you too, big guy. Can we go to stage so it doesn’t look like I was lying?” You pulled away and took hold of his hand, tugging him in the direction of the stage.
Shawn rolled his eyes. “The things I do for you.”
“Thank youuu.” He followed you down the long hallway, checking every so often to make sure no one was behind you.
“Nice shoes,” he smirked, glancing down at the tie dye Crocs you were wearing.
“My heel broke and I didn’t have another pair of shoes on me.”
“But you had rainbow Crocs?”
“It’s fashion and comfort all in one shoe. You expect me to carry another pair of heels around when I could be wearing these bad boys?”
“I mean, they go wonderfully with the blouse and slacks. I kinda want a pair now.”
“Guess I know what to get you for Christmas.”
The sound of footsteps coming towards you stopped your conversation. You ripped your hand out of Shawn’s and he found himself missing the warmth of it.
“Hey, just talked to stage crew,” Andrew said once he popped around the corner you were just about to turn. “They’re not starting yet. They’re actually on track to be starting late. Don’t know who told you they needed him.”
“That’s weird,” you said, attempting to subtly put some more space between Shawn and yourself. “Guess we have some time. You guys need me to get anything for you?” The men both shook their heads no.
“Nice shoes, by the way.” He was gone as quickly as he appeared.
You looked over to see Shawn doubled over, body shaking with laughter. “Shut up, he almost caught us.”
“Yeah, but he saw the shoes!”
“How did the universe put us together?”
“Oh stop.” He wrapped you in his arms once again. “You know you love me.”
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Brian was the next to get curious about your relationship.
A knock on the door that connected you and Shawn’s hotel room made Shawn look up from his phone for the first time in a while. He was met with your sheepish smile and what he now affectionately called the “Y/N wants something wave.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “What do you want?”
“Can I borrow one of your shirts? All of mine are dirty.”
“You have like 1,000 shirts.”
“Well 995 of them are dressy shirts for my job and I’m out of comfy shirts to sleep in. Would you be willing to sacrifice one of yours so I may bask in its comfort?”
“I guess so,” he sighed, leaning over the side of his bed to grab a shirt.
“Thank you.” You smiled wider as he came towards you and threw the shirt over your face. “Ooh, it smells like you.”
“That could be because I wear it a lot.”
“Is it your favorite shirt?”
“Maybe.”
“Ooh, I feel special.”
“Go put a shirt on, weirdo.”
You disappeared behind the door for a second and slipped the shirt on. You stepped back into Shawn’s room without a second thought and suddenly, Shawn couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
The silence and his stare made you feel self conscious for a moment. Does he not want me to wear it?
“I actually have a clean shirt if you don’t want me to wear-”
“No, keep it on. It looks good on you.” Two months into your secret relationship and he was head over heels in love with you.
“Thanks . . .” Completely uncharted territory. Neither of you had any idea what to do from here.
“Do you wanna, uh, sleep here tonight?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeah . . . I’d like that.”
He held his arm out for you to enter and closed the door behind you.
“I, uh, need to use the bathroom real quick.”
You stepped into the bathroom and braced yourself on the counter. “It’s no big deal, Y/N. He’s your soulmate. No need to get nervous.”
Shawn melted as the words played in his head. Now go out there and be the best damn soulmate there is.
You emerged from the bathroom like nothing happened, leaning on the doorway with your arms crossed. “Sup?”
“You didn’t flush the toilet.”
“Oh please, we both know I wasn’t actually going to the bathroom.”
Shawn held his hands up in defense, extending them out as you shuffled over to the bed and flopped down on it.
“I’m going to steal this shirt, by the way,” you said matter of factly.
“You should. It looks good on you.” He tugged you onto his chest so your head was laying over his heart.
“You’re gonna let me steal your favorite shirt, just like that?” You flipped over so your chin was resting on his shoulder. He nodded. “Damn, that was easy. You really do love me.”
You spent the next hour and a half talking about the random thoughts that crossed your mind. Minute by minute, your eyes got droopier and droopier, until you were fast asleep on top of Shawn. It was everything he wanted in life, right there in his arms.
He was almost asleep himself when there was a sharp knock on the door. He got up, careful not to move you too much and wake you up before opening the door.
“Hey, can I borrow some toothpaste?” a tired looking Brian asked, a yawn escaping his mouth in the fluorescent hotel hallway.
“Uh, yeah.” Shawn let Brian step inside, completely forgetting in his sleepy state that you were laying on the bed. He came out of the bathroom a second later to hand the toothpaste to Brian, who seemed completely shocked out of the daze he was in earlier. “What?”
“Is that Y/N?”
“Oh, yeah, she had a rough day so she came over here to vent. Ended up falling asleep before she went back to her own room.” He was getting better at coming up with these coverups.
“Really? She seemed like she was having a great day when I saw her earlier. I think the tie dye Crocs put her in a good mood.”
“I don’t know,” Shawn shrugged. “Maybe something went wrong after you saw her?”
“Maybe,” Brian nodded slowly, already putting the pieces together. “She’s not your soulmate, is she?”
“No, of course not. Just good friends.” The response came quick. Almost too quick.
“Okay, sure.” Brian took the toothpaste from Shawn with a skeptical look. “Thanks. I’ll give it back tomorrow morning.”
Shawn gave him a thumbs up and closed the door. He looked back to your sleeping form and couldn’t help but grin. He loved everything about you. How bad would it actually be if someone found out about you?
---
“Wanna ditch and get milkshakes?” You were standing in the corner of some celebrity’s mansion when Shawn asked the question. The Grammys afterparty wasn’t all that appealing to you, but it was part of the job and Shawn wanted you to go as his plus one since you were, as he claimed, his “best friend in the whole entire universe.”
“Hell yeah.” You pushed yourself off the wall, brushing off the back of your dress. “Where’re we going?”
“I dunno. What’s open this late?” He reached out to grab your hand, which you almost took before realizing where you were. His face dropped the slightest bit, wanting nothing more than to hold your hand and let the whole world know that he’d found his soulmate.
“I’m sure there’s something close by.” You nodded for him to follow you. “Wait, I have to ‘convince’ you to stay so I can say I tried to keep you here and Andrew doesn’t get mad at me.”
Shawn crossed his arms and nodded. “Can we ditch and get milkshakes?”
“No, we have to stay so you don’t seem rude.”
“But this party's boring and we could have a lot more fun somewhere else.”
“Shawn.”
“I could fire you . . .”
“Nice,” you said, grabbing his wrist and making your way through the crowd.
The cool air of the night was a relief from how hot it was inside but you found yourself pressing yourself into Shawn’s side anyways. He threw his arm over your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the edge of the driveway. The noise from the party faded into the background and neither of you said anything, enjoying one of the rare quiet moments you got together.
“Where to, m’lady?”
“You’re the one who wanted to leave.”
“Don’t act like you wanted to be there,” he teased, pulling away to grab your hand and twirl you under his arm.
“Well, I’m indecisive so you have the honors of picking the place.”
“I guess let’s go into the city and go to the first place that’s open.”
“Sounds good to me.” Your smile could light up the streets better than the streetlamps and he never wanted to see it go away.
“Take this, by the way.” Shawn shook his suit jacket off and put it over your shoulders. The red cloth was a little too big but he thought you looked stunning nonetheless.
“I’m not cold though.” You pulled your arms through the sleeves anyways.
“Let me do the boyfriend thing,” he pleaded as he rolled his shirt sleeves up.
“Fine. Only because you look really hot with your shirt sleeves rolled up.”
He smirked, making a mental note for the future.
You walked for a while before you stumbled across a McDonald’s, mumbling a might as well before opening the door for Shawn.
“Hey, I’m supposed to do that.”
“Oh, please. Let me be nice.”
The restaurant was empty, the only other person in there being the cashier who sleepily appeared from the kitchen as you looked at the menu. Shawn stepped up and ordered a milkshake before you stepped up and ordered a shake and fries. You whipped out your card and paid for it before Shawn could, to which he playfully glared at you.
“You pay for stuff all the time. Let me pay seven dollars this one time.”
He huffed, letting you know that you’d won. You smiled triumphantly as you sat down at a table and patted the space across from you. Shawn sat down and propped his elbow on the table to rest his head on his hand.
“Why are you so pretty?” you mumbled as you admired him. Seven billion people in the world and you somehow were lucky enough to have Shawn Mendes as your soulmate. Who would’ve thought?
“Why are you so pretty?” He reached across the table to grab your hand.
“I asked first.” You intertwined your fingers with his.
Your order number was called before he could respond, causing him to let go of your hand and go up to the counter. He grabbed the food and turned around to catch you checking him out. “What’re you looking at?”
“I can’t help it! Do you have any idea how hot it is when you roll the sleeves of a button up all the way up to your elbows?”
He laughed as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Would’ve done this a lot more often if I knew how much you liked it,” he said as he popped a fry into his mouth.
“Well, it’s super hot so please do it more often.” You took a sip of your milkshake. “And be more careful. Someone might see us.,” you said, referring to the act of affection he did moments before.
“We’re fine. The poor kid’s so tired they’re falling asleep back there.”
“Still. We’re in public and I really don’t want to lose my job.”
“Andrew won’t fire you. He just wants to scare us,” Shawn insisted, reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Besides, if word does get out we can finally move forward with our lives. Get married? Really start our future together?” It had only been eight months but Shawn knew without a single doubt that he wanted to be with you. (The soulmate part helped a little bit too.)
“You really want to do that?”
“You’re my soulmate and the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Of course I want to get married! That is, as long as you want to.”
“I’d like that.”
The sound of your phone ringing ruined the moment, and you quickly fumbled to get it out of your pocket.
“Andrew, hey,” you said, watching Shawn’s face change from lovey-dovey to concerned and a little scared.
“Where are you guys?” Andrew’s voice came through the phone, slightly drowned out by the loud music playing in the background.
“I . . . uh . . .”
“It sounds really quiet over there. Did you guys sneak back to the hotel?” You cringed at what sounded like a disappointed tone as you tried to come up with an answer that wouldn’t get you fired.
“Shawn wanted milkshakes so we’re at McDonalds,” you finally admitted.
“Dude!” Shawn whisper yelled.
“I tried to make him stay but he was insistent!”
“Can you put Shawn on the phone?”
“Sure,” you said, passing the phone to Shawn.
“Andrew, hi,” Shawn said in a voice that did not at all match the look on his face. You couldn’t hear what Andrew was saying but based on the intermittent “I know” and “yeah” you assumed he was getting lectured about ditching the party.
“We will. See you there.” He hung up with a sigh. “Our romantic time at McDonald’s is going to have to come to an end, my dear.”
“What’d he say?” You took your phone from his hand and stood up.
“Come back to the hotel or you’re gonna get it.” He took his milkshake in one hand and your hand in the other, letting you take the last few fries and throw out the cardboard.
“You’re going to get me fired one of these days.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is a bad thing! I like my job, thank you very much.”
“I kid, I kid.”
His smile was all you needed in life. Job or not, you would always have Shawn, right?
---
“Here’s your boarding pass,” you said through a yawn, handing Shawn the slip of paper as you walked into the airport.
The pass you handed him had your name printed on it and he laughed to himself. He took the pass you had in your hand and switched it with the one he gave you.
“What’re you-”
“You gave me your pass.” He placed his hand on your lower back, subtly trying to speed you up so you could catch up to the rest of the group.
“Oh, sorry,” you muttered softly. “I’ve gotten three hours of sleep in the past two days. I’m so ready to get on the plane and take a freaking nap.”
“We gotta get on the plane first, sleepyhead.” You were dressed in leggings, an oversized t-shirt, and your tie dye Crocs. It was one of the few times he ever saw you dressed down on the job and he was loving it.
“Watch your hand, there’s people all around.”
“It’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like you’re about to pass out in my arms.”
“Shawn!”
“I’m helping out my tired best friend. Besides, it’s four in the morning, nobody’s around.” He didn’t move his arm, even as you got closer to the group. It was like he wanted to get caught. “And, if you really wanted me to move, you would’ve shaken my arm off by now.”
He knew you too well.
He kept his arm there as you checked your luggage and went through security, only letting go when absolutely necessary. It earned some strange looks from a couple team members but you were too tired to care. All you wanted to do was take a year long nap.
You ended sitting in the terminal with half the team while the other half went to get coffee. Shawn sat next to you, occasionally glancing around to see if he could steal a kiss from you when no one was looking.
It was another 30 minutes until you were supposed to board but you weren’t sure you would be able to keep your eyes open for much longer. Shawn noticed your bobbing head and drooping eyes and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pushing your head so it was resting on his shoulder.
“I’ll wake you up when it’s time to board.”
“Thanks, babe,” you whispered, pressing a subtle kiss to his shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed.
“What are you guys gonna do when you find your real soulmates?” Brian asked casually, not even looking up from his phone. Shawn’s head snapped up at the mention of “soulmates” and Brian snickered. “You two act like you’re soulmates all the freaking time. What’s gonna happen when you find the actual one for you?”
“What if we are soulmates and we just didn’t tell anyone?” It was a stupid answer but he wasn’t sure what else to say. Was he really about to expose your relationship after keeping it a secret for all this time?
“You wouldn’t be able to keep that from me.” While Brian wasn’t entirely convinced his two friends weren’t soulmates, he didn’t have the proof to say definitively that they were.
“Fair enough.”
The conversation stopped there but Shawn couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eleven months together and you somehow managed to keep it a secret from everyone. It meant that you couldn’t progress your relationship as far as you wanted to though. Was it even worth it to keep it a secret anymore?
Your boarding group was called before he could dwell on it too long and Shawn was forced to wake you up. As much as he wanted to keep you asleep, he knew there was no getting you on the plane otherwise.
“Wake up, pretty girl,” he muttered as he pressed his face to the top of your head and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. You sighed and snuggled deeper into him, craving his warmth. “You can go back to sleep soon but we gotta get on the plane.”
You lifted your head slowly, blinking at the bright lights of the terminal. Shawn helped you stand up and grabbed your carry on and helped you stand up.
“I’m supposed to take your stuff. That’s my actual job,” you said, reaching for your backpack that he was holding.
“You’re tired, honey. Let me carry your bag.”
You complied, too tired and wanting nothing more than to knock out for the five hour flight. You put your head back on Shawn’s shoulder the second he sat down next to you on the plane, out cold for the entire ride.
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The headlines seemed to be never ending as they appeared on your phone. You could hear Shawn pacing in the other room and trying to explain to Andew what was happening. It was inevitable, you knew. But did it have to happen like this?
“Andrew, I don’t know what to tell you. It was an accident!” Shawn insisted, running a hand through his hair for the millionth time since the call started.
“Do you have any idea how bad this is, Shawn?” Andrew sighed on the other side of the line. “This is exactly what I told you was going to happen!”
Texts were blowing up your phone like crazy. All your friends were wondering since when Shawn Mendes was your soulmate and why you didn’t tell them earlier. That didn’t matter so much through as you realized that you were about to lose your job, and possibly Shawn.
“We’re soulmates, Andrew! What were we supposed to do? You said that she’d be fired if she was my soulmate. Y/N loves this job and she’s amazing at it. I didn’t want to lose her!”
You felt like you were going to throw up.
From what you could hear, the rest of the conversation didn’t go too well. Shawn sounded frustrated beyond belief as he tried to save your job and relationship, leaving you wondering if you would have either of those after today. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear him enter the living room and sit down next to you.
“Andrew wants to have a meeting in an hour,” he sighed. You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears as you stared at the ground.
“I’m getting fired, aren’t I?” you asked.
“I have no idea, honestly. I’m not sure how much authority I have over that.” He put his head in his hands. The uncertainty of the future was killing both of you.
“Should we just break up?”
Your voice was so quiet but Shawn heard the words loud and clear.
“What!?”
“We’re obviously going to get in a ton of trouble for this. What if Andrew says we have to end it? If this ends, I want it to be on my terms, not someone else’s.”
“Y/N, he can’t make us break up.”
“But what if this destroys your career? I wouldn’t be able to live with the fact that I was the reason you had to stop doing what you loved.”
“Y/N, you’re spiraling. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I love more than you.”
“I just want you to be happy.” A single tear slipped down your face and Shawn wished he wasn’t the reason for it.
“You make me happy.”
You stared at each other for a moment before you threw yourself into his arms, latching on tight as sobs rang through your body. Shawn tucked his head into your neck, holding you tight and letting a few tears soak into your shirt.
“No matter what happens,” He pulled back to look directly into your eyes. “I will always love you. Nobody can make us end our relationship, okay? I don’t care if it ends my career, I will never want anything more than you.”
You nodded, not sure what else to say.
“Now, lets get yelled at by Andrew and tell him that this isn’t going to end.”
---
“Alright, let’s talk about this.” Andrew sat down across from you and Shawn, sounding calmer than he did an hour ago over the phone.
“Before you say anything, we’re not breaking up. I just wanna make that clear.” Shawn said, his thumb caressing your hand under the table.
“I’m not gonna make you break up. I just want to know why you didn’t tell me earlier.” His voice sounded strained, like he couldn’t believe that you would hide something like this from him for so long. “We could’ve prevented this whole squabble if you just told me earlier.”
“I didn’t want to lose my job,” you said. “I agreed that I wouldn’t be romantically involved with Shawn when you hired me and I broke that agreement on the first day.”
“The first day?” Andrew leaned forward in his seat.
“Yeah, we uh . . . we found out that night.”
“If I’m being honest, I’ve pretty much known for a while,” Andrew confessed. “I was waiting for one of you to tell me though. I didn’t want to pressure you.”
“But you said she could get fired-”
“I said that firing her could possibly be on the table, depending on the situation. Y/N’s a great team member and I know your relationship isn’t going to get in the way of her doing her job. I figured that if you were trying to keep it a secret for so long, you didn’t want anyone to know.”
“You knew the whole time?” Shawn leaned back in his chair, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he knew your job was safe.
“You guys were subtle but you weren’t that subtle. I pieced it together pretty quickly.”
“So I’m not getting fired?”
“No, I’m not going to fire you.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was a-okay. “Thank you, Andrew. Really, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“No need to thank me. Your work speaks for itself.” Andrew smiled and for the first time in a long time, you felt at ease. You didn’t have to hide anything anymore. “However, we do have to deal with this situation you two have created.”
---
“Ready?” Shawn asked, his thumb hovering over the “post” button.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you smiled. A year of hiding your relationship from everyone you knew and you were finally going to share it with the world.
“Let’s do this.” He pressed the button and just like that, the picture was up.
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