Note: mentions of a restraining order, legit the tiniest piece of spanish, based this on a dream I had. slightly smut implied, fluff
The zip to your red and white striped jumpsuit, was slid up up your back, Shawn’s soft hands resting on your hips afterward. He swayed the two of you for a moment, and you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your face.
This was your first real appearance as a couple, the Latin American Music Awards, Shawn’s song with Camila was nominated which is why your tall, white, brown haired boyfriend and you were going. Both of you had been spotted around in public after the Camila situation died down, but the fans thought you were his friend as they thought Camila was still dating your Canadian boyfriend.
You and Shawn had technically been dating before the ‘Shawmila’ dating stunt. At first you were fine with it, but then you were threatened by Camila who wanted Shawn for real, which although you knew wasn’t gonna happen, you broke up with Shawn mid-tour as it ‘wasn’t your scene after all’, not mentioning the Camila part, as you want them to succeed anyway. Shawn eventually flew to where you lived after finding out from Connor exactly why you broke up.
Fast forward, here you two were happy, the tour had finished, you were living together with Brian, and you’d never been happier. After Camila harassed and assaulted you twice, you got a restraining order against her without the public knowing to keep Shawn’s reputation and Cuban woman’s as it was the right thing to do; no matter how you were treated. They had a song together and it was best to do it under wraps.
You eventually told Shawn and informed Camila through her lawyer. Brian having helped you, was by your side during the whole thing as you’d thought of the idea whilst having a drink by the pool at the house (a Cola for you and him a beer, as you weren’t much of a drinker).
The contract between Shawn and Camila for dating had ended the week before the LAMAs. Meaning you could both go together, Shawn wanting to take you anyway as you were Latin American, not 100% but half.
You bit your lip bottom lip out of nerves, as this would be a proper outing as a couple, not a friends. Shawn’s hand came up from your waist to move a piece of hair to behind your ear, pressing a kiss below it. “Ready, gorgeous?”
Smiling, you hummed in agreement. You turn it his arms, eyeing his outfit, white pants with a red dress shirt, the shirt fitting him nice around the biceps and chest. His top buttons were undone, showing of the little chest hair he had, which until you had met Shawn, you didn’t like chest hair. “You look charming.” His soft locks were gelled to perfection as always.
“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Shawn looked between your nude painted lips, and brown eyes surrounded by a red shadow with a white inner corner and highlight. Mascara graced your lashes, a layer of concealer on your face set in place with setting powder, your makeup not being much as that’s how you liked it. The gold metal belt around your waist helped tie in your tan skin tone. The shoes on your feet were a red heel.
Blushing, you looked up at his beautiful light brown eyes, “Are you sure, you want to do this? I mean what about Camila and the restraining order? What will the fans say? What about- ”
You were cut off by Shawn’s soft lips, his smile noticeable through the kiss. After a moment, he pulled away, “Of course I’m sure, I love you and I talked to the people running the event and they are making sure Camila and you don’t sit near each other. The fans already love you even though they thought we were friends. I’ve seen edits about you on instagram and any other queries are just you worrying about things, it’ll be fine. I promise. Plus, I’ll need a translator.”
Chuckling, you smile at the thought that through everything he’s stuck with you, and although you have this restraining order he still wants to be seen with you and for you to come with him, even going as far as organising that you sit a certain distance from her. “I love you, you know that?”
He grins and his eyes look at you holding nothing but love. “Oh, I know. Trust me.” He kissed you again, careful not to mess with your lipstick.
-
The two of you were about to walk the red carpet, your hands were fiddling with each other, your tattoo on your wrist catching your eyes. Breathing in, you think of the man next to you chatting with the lady about to announce your arrival. She held signs saying ‘Shawn Mendes & His Date’ followed by your name. The fact that your name was on a laminated sheet of paper made you both nervous and confident, like you were supposed to be there.
Shaking your head, you try to rid of the negative thoughts, like how you suddenly felt bloated and ugly. Shawn placed his hand on your lower back, instantly calming you. The April weather of Vegas made you feel the perfect temperature. The lady who was just talking to Shawn led the people in front of you to walk on to the carpet, whilst Shawn turned to you.
“Alright, so we’ll walk on when motioned to.” You nod, taking slow breaths. “We’ll get shouted at from all angles, but just look in different directions at the paps. We will be taking joint photos then single photos, just to show off outfits.” The fact you would be photographed without Shawn in front of all those people made you tense. He felt it and added, “It’ll be fine and I’ll be close by, it will be about a minute and if you need to leave, just say my name.”
Breathing out, you nodded as the lady came back. “Your turn.” She spoke to you and Shawn with a slight accent.
Shawn’s hand stayed on your lower back as you walked out with the lady holding the sign to the paps. You matched Shawn’s pace, not wanting to walk too fast or too slow. Gulping, you stopped on the marker with Shawn, and smiled at the flashing cameras, trying not to blink too much.
You’d seen Shawn do this many times, and with his anxiety he seemed fine, so you relaxed.
People shouted your name and his as you stood and posed with him, making it look as natural as possible. Soon, it was time to take single shots, so Shawn moved to the next marker and you stayed where you were.
You smiled with teeth and not, your arm on your waist, leg extended a little, looking over your shoulder and looking forward. Trying to show the outfit as much as you could, whilst still making it natural. This kinda made you nervous, but honestly, mainly confident and sexy.
Glancing to Shawn after a moment, he was ushering you to him which you obliged to, as you might have messed your eyes up with those flashing lights. Both of you moved further down the carpet to the billboard interviewer, who asked about both of your outfits and the nomination. She then mentioned how Shawn had brought you to which he replied sweetly, “I wanted to bring someone special as this is my first time at the Latin American Music Awards, so I brought Y/N to share this experience with and also translate the Spanish spoken. But mainly, cause I thought it was about time to.”
He said no more, even though it was clear the interviewer wanted more, but we were ushered from the carpet into the venue. Apparently, Camilla was arriving. We were shown to our seats on the right side of the Venetian, the stage in full view.
“I’m proud of you.” Shawn whispers in your ear.
Smiling you whisper back, “Espero que ganes, preciosa.” [I hope you win, gorgeous].
“I have no idea what you said, beside preciosa, but it sounded beautiful coming from you.” He leaned in and kissed your lips.
-
Shawn had obviously won ‘cause he’s amazing and talented. Him and Camila walked on stage to accept the award before disappearing backstage, leaving you alone for a bit which was uncomfortable, but he soon reappeared apologising. But you didn’t care, cause he’d won and you loved his smile, and the hard work he puts into his projects. Oh, and you loved him.
You were both at the after party now and were dancing to Mi Necesita, you were low key grinding against Shawn, which he really didn’t mind. His hands followed your sides down to your legs, making you all hot and bothered. Shawn leaned his forehead into your neck, which wasn’t as much of a bend since you were in heels, trotting kisses along your neck as you leaned back into him with a smile on your face.
Oh, how you loved him.
His hands slid from your thighs upwards to your waist, resting on it as you swayed. “You wanna get out of here?” He whispered into your ear.
You smiled, nodding. Turning in his arms, you saw his lazy boyish smile, kissing his lips quickly. “Come on, Bub.” You motioned with your head to head to the exit, your hand in his. “I have an idea where we can go.”
-
Your shoes were somewhere on the floor with his, you had made a quick stop at the drugstore. Shawn held you close as you danced away in your laces, your feet gliding together. Lips tangled with each other as you kissed, smiles on both your faces. His cheeks were rosy as was his chest, his chest hairs teasing you.
Pulling away, you chuckled at how cute he looked.
There your 6”2 boyfriend stood, rosy cheeks, hair a mess because of your curious hands, shirt untucked from his white dress pants, nose red, and of course, the ice skates laced on his big feet. You held a hand to your face as you shamelessly checked him out. Shawn spun in a circle when he noticed you checking him out, being dramatic, he bowed afterwards. Laughing, you almost slipped in your own skates, he quickly helped you regain your balance before, you smirked and skated off, pushing him playfully.
“Oh, I see how it is.” He skated after you, as you giggled. Shawn watched on as he chased you, a smile on his face at how cute you were. You still had your jumpsuit on, hair down, his jacket on you as you were cold and to finish off a perfect look, the ice skates on your feet. Now, you were fast, but he was leaner and faster with his hockey experience.
He caught up, grabbing your waist through his jacket which swamped you, spinning you in his arms. You laughed as he tickled you slightly, wrapping your legs carefully around his hips, as your eyes held contact. His brown eyes held on your eyes, a look of love held in them. Both of your lips held each other in a passion filled kiss, one filled with love and happiness.
The rink only had you two in it, along with Marty the Janitor who always let you two lovebirds skate around late at night. Even if it was spur of the moment and you had to stop to get socks.
Shawn was proud of you in every way. The award show, the red carpet and how far you’ve come in general, with your confidence and anxiety. He loved you and stood by you through every second.
“I’m proud of you.” Shawn whispered against your lips as he pulled away slightly, his eyes finding yours again.
Your fingers ran into the hair on the back of the neck, and you couldn’t help but smile at his words and how he leaned into your hands as you scratched the back of his hair. Shawn’s head fell back and leaned down and kissed his Adam’s apple, forcing a small moan from him.
Walking in for your shift at Gloria’s you couldn’t help but notice the large crowd gathered at the back of the shop. It was odd considering the location wasn’t well known and most of the floral orders were done by delivery. After checking in with the manager you decided to make your rounds through the back garden, also allowing for the chance to eavesdrop on the crowd and figure out what was happening.
Moving the flower pots around you heard bits and pieces of conversation. “Shawn, what are your plans for the tour?” “Shawn, can I get a picture?” “Shawn, where are Raul and Peter?”
It was no secret that Shawn Mendes lived in the Pickering area, the local singer grew up and stole the hearts of millions. What you didn’t expect was for him to be at the flower shop you worked at on a random Sunday morning. Looking around a bit more you caught glimpses of Shawn and surprisingly, Vanessa Hayes, an actress known for having a thing with Raul Mendes, although it was clearly one-sided.
It wasn’t just Shawn who blew up in Hollywood. Raul was an actor and model by day, local “bad boy” at night, stirring up enough trouble to get a good laugh and keep life going. Their other brother, Peter, was a well known photographer. Him and his youtuber girlfriend had met in years past in a photography class and now travelled the world together.
Vanessa and Raul had recently released the live action of The Little Mermaid and since then Vanessa has claimed an undeniable chemistry with Raul. Being forced into press and PR, Raul had no choice but to go along with it. Sadly enough, his management had roped his brothers into promoting the “relationship” as well, claiming that good exposure meant higher sales all around. The first one on board with the idea? Vanessa Hayes of course.
She wasn’t the worst person but she did have an irredeemable reputation for being snobby and stuck up. How she managed to convince little girls she was a princess, no one had a clue.
Letting out a sigh you forced yourself back to work, the drama of the Mendes family wasn’t going to pay this month’s rent. Turning the corner you headed back to the side counter, pulling up orders and preparing the floral letters for today’s deliveries. As the ink from your pen began to touch the card stock two shadows appeared in front of you, taking you by surprise.
It was safe to say you were a little starstruck. Sure you had known Shawn and Vanessa were in the store, only moments ago were you watching them, but like any fan you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. Forcing yourself to calm your heart rate a little, you looked up with a little smile on your face.
“Good morning, how can I help you today?” you said, noticing Vanessa’s not so subtle eye roll. Shawn was quick to try and make things less tense though.
“Hi honey, Vanessa purchased the weekly bouquet pack and she wanted to look over the notes really quickly, make sure they sound like her.”
“Of course, I haven’t started writing them yet but -”
“Isn’t it your job to write them, we don’t have all day to wait around for you.” Vanessa buts in, to say you were shocked would be an understatement. You were quick to compose yourself, trying to come up with a respectful response.
“Well yes, but the store has only just opened and I -”
“I didn’t ask for your excuses, get going.” She replied, cutting you off again. You looked up at Shawn but he was at a loss for words. Turning around, you took a deep breath and began to pull up their order. Lucky me you thought. Vanessa had pulled some of her celebrity strings and made her own package deal. As a part of the weekly bouquet and handwritten card pack, she had also requested they be delivered to Raul’s condo, his parents house, the studio where he modeled, and his movie trailer, creating four times the work you would normally have had to do. Internally groaning you smiled at Vanessa and Shawn and told them to take a seat, ensuring that you would finish as quick as possible. As soon as they were out of your face, Vanessa especially, you got right to work, not wanting to spend another minute on this order.
You really did love your job. The nice, warm feel of the shop, the wonderful coworkers you had met, and even occasionally the frequent customers you became acquainted with had kept you here for the past two years. However, it was times like these when you wished you worked in a more isolated field.
Quickly writing down some of the quotes and phrases Vanessa had requested, you called her over to review the samples. 20 minutes of harsh judgement later, she had finally settled on the notes she wanted and how she wanted them to be delivered, allowing you to finally relax since you had walked in that morning as you watched Shawn and Vanessa leave the store.
-
Later that day as you were finishing up orders you couldn’t help but spend more time on the notes Vanessa planned to have delivered to Raul. You felt bad for the guy. Sure he had the money, the fame, and a supportive family, but it was probably hard, being forced into dealing with stuck up costars. Making sure all the i’s were dotted and the t’s were crossed, you set the notes with the flowers and packaged everything for delivery. Once they were all loaded into the truck, you set off back into the shop, ready to close for the day and head home. Little did you know the notes you had just written were the start of something you could never have imagined.
So... just a little something inspired by this guy going out and living the typical 20 year old life👌🏼
Warnings: smut
Masterlist
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Want You.
Shawn had been on a short promo tour and hasn’t seen his girl in just over a week. He missed her so much his chest hurt. He wanted to race to her apartment as soon as he got home, but it was a friends birthday and they had to go out to celebrate.
The flight home from LAX had been delayed so he didn’t have time to see Y/N. They had to organize to meet at the club instead.
When he got to the club he found his boys first. They all pushed shots of Cuervo into his hands, urging him to catch up. Shawn took every shot glass, downing one after the other, till the small table was littered with empty glasses. The liquor burned his throat and he felt the heat reach his stomach and his head started spinning not long after.
The music sounded muffled and his body felt relaxed. Shawn’s eyes scanned the crowd for his girl, god he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. A few buddies came over and started up a conversation, his eyes still darting around the venue trying to find her till he felt a set of hands wrap around him and run up his chest. He melted at the contact, closing his eyes at the feel of her fingers as he laced his in hers. He pulled her left hand and spun around to face her.
“Y/N,” he breathed, leaning down and pressing his lips against her ear, “fuck, I missed you baby.”
He pulls back a little and aligns his head with hers before placing his hands on her cheeks and kissing her hard on the mouth. She moans against his lips. “I missed you too. So much.”
Shawn’s mouth pulls up at one corner into the smirk that drives her wild. He can tell she’s drunk and the lust in her eyes speaks volumes.
The club is so dark but she takes his large hand in hers and drags him to follow her. They snake through people and walk down a hallway.
“I want you,” she tells him simply.
Y/N pushed open a door Shawn hadn't realized they were standing in front of and she leads him inside. He looks around as two girls stand at the sink chatting and fixing their hair – it took him a minute to realize it was the girls bathroom.
The girls looked over at him awkwardly, it was so dimly lit he was sure they wouldn’t recognize him. They didn't say a word; they then grabbed their purses off of the bench and walked past him out the door. Y/N checked the stalls and then took his hand.
"Come here," she called, standing in the door of one of the stalls.
He smirks and walks over to her without even thinking, and she grabs him by the belt and drags him into the stall, closing the door and locking it behind her.
“Baby?” he asks, his voice lower than usual. “What are you doing?”
The cubicle was dark and there was very little space for his giant frame, but it meant he was pressed up right against her. It was perfect.
Her fingers climbs up his chest to his neck and she lightly drags her nails down over his bare skin, knowing it drives him fucking crazy.
Shawn leans up against the cool tiles, swearing profanities at the feel of her nails, and lets the temperature soak into his heated skin. He watches Y/N intently as she lifts the hem of her dress, slips her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, and tugs them down her tanned legs.
He swallows thickly at the sight before him. His brain screaming at him to take her in my arms, but he just can’t seem to move. He continues to watch as her fingers inch closer to his belt buckle, pulling the leather and loosening it to make way for her fingers to undo the zip and buttons.
She raises one hand and the backs of her fingers graze over Shawn’s cheek before she cups his face and pulls him down to look at her. "Shawn, I need you right now."
In the same instant, her other hand dives into his boxers, and her small fingers wrap around his cock, freeing it from the confines of his jeans. A rush of excitement and pure passion courses through him like a tidal wave.
“Jesus fucking Christ babe.” He groans at the contact, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, sucking in a hard breathe.
Shawn’s hands greedily reach down behind her and follow the curve of her ass. He hikes her dress up over her round hips, pushing his jeans down a little with his free hand, and he lifts her up against his waist. He can feel her wetness pressing against him, and it spurs him on so damn much he can barely see straight.
"So fucking wet," he mouths against her chest as his cock throbs painfully against her center, begging to enter her fully.
Her long legs are wrapped around his hips and he turns around and crashes her back hard up against the tiled wall, and she moans at the impact. "I wanna fuck you so hard right now, baby," Shawn growls into the swell of her breast.
Y/N arches into him, her head dropping backwards as a sigh escapes her lips. “Oh God, Shawn, please.” She’s a begging mess and he reaches down between them, takes his cock in his hand and glides it over her slick folds before just barely pushing the tip in.
"Oh fuck! Please," she moans shakily. Her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulder blades as she clings to him. Her breath is coming in fast pants now, sounding like a song in his head.
Shawn lifts his face to look at her, and presses his forehead against hers, their eyes having their own secret conversation. He tilts his hips up and pushes into her hard in one swift motion. She gasps loudly in response, and her nails rip into his skin. Shawn studies the expression on her face as he fills her: the tiny wrinkles by her eyes as she winces, the way she clenches her teeth together, and the exact way her lips mouth his name over and over. Perfection.
His chest presses against hers so hard their beating hearts feel like they are exactly in sync. The feel of her tightness wrapped perfectly around him makes his head spin.
Shawn collides his mouth against Y/N’s, swallowing her groans of pleasure as his tongue dances over hers like it has done some many times before. The pressure of their fervent kissing so firm that he feels his lips swelling in an instant, the stinging pain bringing forth new arousal.
She angles her hips up slightly to meet his thrusts with as much impact as she can take. His hips pounding against hers, every motion pushing her harder and harder against the tiles. Shawn was certain she'd have bruises over her tanned skin tomorrow. But all he cared about was losing himself in her warmth in this very moment.
One of her hands dips down between them, and he follows its path with his gaze. When she reaches her destination, he moans muffled profanities into her bare shoulder. “Fuck baby! So fucking hot.”
Her fingers begin circling over that sweet spot where he longed for his tongue to be. Shawn’s hips pick up the pace, matching the rhythm of her nimble fingers as he looks down between them and watches how his cock enters her. The visual stimulation stokes the fire slowly raging on the inside, dying to break free and he doesn’t know if he can hold on much longer.
Shawn wraps one arm firmly around her waist and holds her tightly as he shoves into her, making sure there is no resistance. He looks up at Y/N’s face and sees her mouth open as she gasps his name over and over again. He swears he’s never seen a sight more beautiful than moments like these. He knew she was close – he could feel it too - she clamps down around him as her fingers work faster.
He hears the door open and the voices of girls in the bathroom, so he covers her mouth with his hand; her hot breath tickling his palm. She‘s so fucking close, her hips began to buck against him erratically, and he bites down on his lip, trying to suppress his own urges till she is satisfied. Shawn thrusts up over and over, harder and faster till he pushes her over the edge, stifling her moans with his palm as she shatters in his arms. He bites down on her shoulder to muffle his own cries of release as he comes hard inside her.
“Oh fuck!” he whimpers.
His knees go weak with exhaustion as he leans against her, clinging to her. He kisses her softly, every inch of skin that he can reach - his silent apologies for being so rough. But Shawn couldn't help it; he wanted her so badly and he greedily took whatever he wanted.
Shawn set Y/N down on her feet, giving her a moment to clean up, then takes her in his lap as he sat them down on the closed toilet. They don’t exchange words, just gentle kisses and a warm embrace. He lays his head against her chest and listens to the beating of her heart - music to his ears.
When her breathing becomes normal, he lifts his face to hers, his eyes are soft and he smoothes her messy hair. "I love you, baby," he whispers against her flushed cheek before kissing her swollen lips.
"Me too. I missed you so much. Don't ever leave me again, okay?"
He grins like an idiot, he adored being reminded how much his girl misses him. "I won't, I promise."
Growing Out Of It: Pt. 1 - The Unexpected (Shawn Mendes)
In which the reunion of old school friends stirs up some uninvited feelings
No warning, just very slow burn-ish. Also roughly 4.2k words. Enjoy!
Mary-Anne shot an expectant glance from the other side of the bar, thin brows wrinkled and mouth straight. “Kid spilled her drink at 12.”
Judging by her exasperated tone, I obviously wasn’t the only one categorically done with LLV’s Kid’s Sundays. I liked kids, I really did, but they were still a pain in the ass sometimes.
And the parents.
I sighed, remembering the run-in with a particularly nasty mother last Sunday who had insisted that her little five-year-old wouldn’t - couldn’t - consume our fatty french fries, which, by the way, were literally the food about seventy percent of LLV’s costumers came here for, and complained about how we, as a restaurant, endangered her child’s health.
Fucking tourists.
Usually I liked my job, really, it was quite fun, quite sociable, it paid the bills (the horrendously high bills in Toronto), and I couldn’t recall too many unpleasant encounters with costumers, Canadian customers, but those Americans. Sometimes Europeans, too. They could be arseholes.
Desperately wishing for a nice, peaceful family at 12, I grabbed a few napkins, a wet wash cloth and made my way over along the dark, wooden bar, through the black maple pillars and the maze of birch tables, all filled with happy families, some with only one kid, some with grandparents and some pushed together to accommodate all six children. I waved at Tina and Felix, Jonah and Tracy (I hadn’t remembered the names of the little twins yet) and nodded at Mr. and Mrs. Crubick. They made it to every Kid’s Saturday.
Today they sat at 15, meaning that I was only three tables away. And yes, I probably should’ve noticed the woman crouched on the floor a few metres down and a toddler wiggling her arms, barely reaching above the table top, a wee bit earlier. Because then I definitely wouldn’t have stepped into the wet patch on the floor, stumbled and almost lost my balance.
The woman looked up, her short blonde hair messed up and shirt battered with a few light yellow stains. She looked exhausted. “I’m so, so sorry. Little Amy was way too excited about her apple juice.”
“No, ma’am. It’s all fine, no worries. This happens all the time here.” I said, getting to work with my wash cloth.
The woman sighed. “Sorry to cause such mayhem, Miss. I’m sure you weren’t planning to wipe the-”
“Miss, Miss!” A light voice interrupted.
The woman and I turned our heads to the toddler. She was cute, wearing pigtails and ribbons and a little chain with plastic bananas around her neck. Her brown eyes were wide.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to show Mummy something. Look, I drew her a picture! It’s the big tree in our garden.”
I smiled at her. “That’s a pretty picture. Hey, Amy, right? Do you want me to tell you a secret?”
She nodded eagerly. The woman got back on her feet as I finished up the floor as well as I could. Then I turned back to the girl and started wiping the table. The woman settled back into her seat, lifting her cup and motioning at the little one to secure her drawing utensils.
“Listen, Amy, you see the tall guy over there, behind the bar? The one with the brown hair and yellow shirt, like the one I’m wearing?” The girl nodded. “His name’s Matthew. He’ll make you a new juice if you draw him a pretty picture. How’s that sound?”
The girl gave an excited squeak. Then she wriggled in her seat and got to work.
Her mother smiled broadly, relieved, and thanked me. I smiled back before returning to the bar, taking a few orders and waving at Felix and Tina again.
“You’re too nice.”
I shrugged at Mary-Anne, occupied with typing the orders into our tablet.
“Matthew’s gonna cut off your tips one day, you know.”
Mary-Anne was 48 with wild brown curls that she kept in the tightest bun and piercing black eyes. She had a son in drama school in Lethbridge and in constant disagreement with her, especially because she’d desperately wanted her son to become a doctor. Still, she was much more of a delight to be around than any other adult in my life.
“No, he won’t. He knows the importance of good customer service,” I said pointedly, before snapping my eyes to my unbelievably tall boss and catching him with a grin on his lips. “Hey, Matt, you’re gonna get a drawing from an adorable little girl in exchange for an apple juice. Please don’t disappoint her.”
Matthew shot me a thumbs-up. Mary-Anne scoffed, but a small smile lingered on her lips.
She’d been working at LLV for ages, years before I’d started and she had used to be distant at first, insisting I’d only gotten the job because my chem tutor Will was an old friend of Matt’s. Which wasn’t necessarily wrong. I’d been in desperate need for a way to keep the bills paid while studying at U of T and ever since my parents had cut the money chords, I’d been barely scraping by. But I had proved myself. I had Matt now. And Mary-Anne. And the LLV.
And life didn’t seem as pointless as it had used to.
“Hey, Teddy just came in.” Matt said suddenly, making me whip my head to the door.
“Usual spot?”
After his small nod I grabbed the little notepad and sauntered over to the round tables by the window front, right by the terrace, and spotted her familiar mop of brown hair and gesticulating arms. She was with two guys and another girl, all dark-haired and wearing light coloured shirts. I felt like a burst of spring in my yellow top.
And I wasn’t even fully at the table when Teddy waved at me frantically. “Lacey! How you been?”
I grinned. Teddy was one for the books. Always happy, always bubbly. One of my favourite customers, especially on Kid’s Sunday.
“Now that you’re here I’m fantastic. How’re you, back in your old space?”
She laughed. “My favourite space,” and tapped the birch table twice. I took the opportunity to look over her company, my gaze getting stuck at a certain face, adorned with curls and a bright smile. No way.
My grin became involuntarily bigger.
“Shawn? Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages!”
Obviously this was a blatant lie. I’d seen him everywhere. On billboards, on magazines, on TV, YouTube, Instagram...the guy was all over. But years ago, when he hadn’t been a world-famous singer, he’d just been the guy sitting next to me in Algebra, struggling on problems and having a laugh if we got it totally wrong. And English Lit. Oh, and biology. Kind of.
Shawn’s eyes lit up. “Lacey Windsor? The Lacey Windsor?”
“Yes! Oh my god, this is-” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Shawn sprang up and pulled me into a hug, tight and friendly. I grimaced upon remembering the last time we’d hugged. Actually, the last time we’d even seen each other. Graduation. 2016.
I leant back from the hug, mind flashing to that warm night in June and how we’d danced like idiots, sneaked drinks into our gym and sat on the bleachers after the parents had left. Katherine, Ivy, Brian, Shawn and I, not my usual crowd, but Lisa and Theo had been impossible to keep trace of the whole night (ah, yes, young love) and so I’d somehow ended up with the cool music squad after Shawn had taken pity on me and called me over. Only to be sat next to my on-and-off crush of almost two years for the next something hours. It had been a great night. I still called Ivy a very good friend to this day.
“It’s so nice to see you, Lacey! How have you been?” Shawn sat down again, staring up at me expectantly. Suddenly I felt jittery.
“Yeah, I’ve been good. What about you? What are you up to nowadays, rockstar?” The nickname rolled over my lips too comfortably, considering the last time I’d called him that.
He laughed shortly, opening his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Teddy’s slow drawl of a voice, which was one of the things I liked most about her. She didn’t let anyone rush her.
“Wait, you two know each other?”
I wanted to giggle at her raised brows and dropped jaw; also, I wanted to cry at the suddenness of this situation. I’m just as surprised as you, Teddy, trust me. Her fingers dangled in the air, motioning between Shawn and I.
“Yeah, we sat next to each other in school.”
“Algebra was a bitch, wasn’t it?” Shawn immediately regressed to talking to me again, looking up through his long lashes and with his signature grin; and I was 16 all over again. Shit.
Before I could even try to answer, Teddy spoke up. “So, like, you two have been totally unaware that you’ve practically been living in the same street for what - almost a year?”
I shrugged unsurely, feeling incredibly out of place. “I guess?”
Life had a funny way of playing out sometimes. Then I gaped (How did she know where I live?), but was once again cut off by Teddy who continued with a quip in her voice, eyes glistening with mischief. Oh, she was enjoying this.
“Yeah, remember when I drove you home that night, Lacey? When you were drunk out of your mind? I even said that you live conveniently close to the guy I write songs with. Remember?” Her drawl changed into a chuckle. “You were so confused about my job...”
It clicked. Of course I remembered. Three months ago, the night Teddy had become more than a customer - a mutual, an acquaintance, a friend. In other words, an enigma with the most intriguing life I’d ever witnessed (except for, you know, the guy I went to High School with who rose to international stardom before even graduating). I shook my head at her. Unbelievable.
“Wait...so you mean to tell me that the girl you’ve been wanting me to meet is Lacey Windsor? Lacey Windsor from my High School? That’s too much of a coincidence.” Shawn stared intensely at Teddy. I kind of wanted to crawl into a hole. Had she been trying to set us up?
Sure, we’d had a heart-to-heart once, had been somewhat friends ever since then (and I might’ve told her how much I used to like Shawn Mendes when he was still my ‘dirty little secret’, by which I had actually meant High School classmate) but apart from that, I’d pretty much only been her waitress. The only thing special about me was my great sense of favouritism.
And she’d wanted Shawn to meet me?
Teddy looked between Shawn and I, visibly disappointed in the new developments. “Well, my plan to get you two laid obviously backfired.”
My jaw dropped and I sputtered for a moment, alarmed. “You - we...what do you mean get us two laid?!”
My voice got unexpectedly shrill at the end and Teddy had definitely picked up on it. She was smirking now. I felt Shawn’s gaze on the side of my face, with mouth still hanging open and I wondered if he had noticed too. I ignored him. Don’t ruin this. Shawn cannot know about your childish High School crush on him. He has millions of female admirers now. He’s a fucking teenage heartthrob.
Teddy and Shawn were suspiciously quiet. (Probably freaked out.) My face heated up. How would I get out of this without making it awkward?
I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks for your concern, Teddy,” I shot her a pointed look, “but I don’t need you to get booty calls for me. I can manage on my own just fine actually.” Then I looked at the two unknown witnesses on the table, gripping my pencil tightly and ignored Teddy’s glinting eyes. She still found this amusing.
I jotted down everyone’s orders, making contact with lingering eyes and timid voices. Maybe my outburst had been a bit, well, much. I wasn’t usually this harsh, especially not with customers, but seeing Shawn like this, completely unexpected (even though obviously kind of planned - what the fuck, Teddy?) and immediately being accused of needing to get laid in front of him and also by him, that had been a bit much, too.
To put it nicely, I was kind of pissed. I had not envisioned catching up with my crush from algebra and English and biology through a dumb booty call. And a failed one, at that.
I avoided their table for the rest of the day, even though the four had already been out the door only two hours later. Teddy holding her phone up on the way out and warning me of a call that was to ensue later while Shawn had twisted his lips into something distantly resembling a smile and had given me a short wave. I was miserable.
“You overreacted, Lacey. Teddy was just trying to be nice. How could she’ve known that you know him and that you’ve admired him from afar like a middle schooler for ages?”
Mary-Anne was huffing and puffing, scrubbing the surface of the bar that Matt had - as usual - made a mess of.
“And she was right too. You haven’t been with someone in a while. You’re twenty-one, for god’s sake, get out there more! When I was your age, let me tell you –“
Basically, she blurred the line between mum and best friend a lot. Not to mention brooding older colleague, which was a role she only seemed to play when the LLV was overflowing with customers and sometimes, that truly was my favourite.
I groaned quietly, staring past her and sorting through today’s empty glass bottles. Clear in the red basket, green in the clear, plastic in the massive IKEA bag. Yeah, maybe not indulging in Mary-Anne’s talk would make her shut up. Maybe, hopefully.
“And Lacey Windsor, he is handsome, that Shawn guy,” she continued after a short silence. My face contorted into a whine. My heart raced. Handsome. He is handsome. Was handsome. In High School. Shit.
Aren’t you supposed to grow out of childish crushes at some point?
“And he was so polite, dear. You should give him a shot! Maybe just give him a ring? Shame if not, he was so into you too. Downright sad when I brought the food and not you, he was. You should’ve seen it!”
Now I whined out loud. “Stop, Mary-Anne. Please. I can’t -”
She had the audacity to giggle. “Can’t what? Contain the butterflies?” Whistling and grinning, she focused back on wiping the bar. I pierced her with a glare, a mixture of annoyance and disgust at her giddiness. When had my life become the subject of entertainment for other people? First Teddy, now Mary-Anne?
She was about to wipe down the sink when she chirped, “Man, I wish I was young again,” and I cracked, exclaiming,
“Mary-Anne, it’s not as fun as it seems.”
She winked and my cheek twitched. On my way out, I caught sight of a drawing attached to the far left liquor cabinet: a stick-figure with a yellow shirt and brown ponytail, carrying a massive pen in its hand. It was signed with scraggly letters, crooked but genuine. A-M-Y.
Teddy didn’t call that night. She came back to LLV three days later, on a Wednesday evening as I was covering for Matt on the bar. It was getting cold already in Canada and the flu had hit last week. Which also meant that LLV was unusually (and conveniently) empty.
“Lacey, I’m so sorry about Sunday,” she said, sliding into the bar stool right across from me. “I didn’t even mean the whole getting laid thing, it was supposed to be a joke. And I absolutely didn’t mean to offend you or something, or to meddle in your love life, but I just thought it’d be nice for you to meet someone to distract you from Nate and, let’s be honest, that dry spell of yours has been going on for three fucking months and I thought-”
I staggered, taken aback, and decided I needed to step in before she went too far with her rambling, “Well, hello to you too, Teddy,” I said, clipped, and continued mixing the Cuba Libre the blonde surfer dude from 7 had ordered, torn somewhere between laughing and fuming.
When she remained silent, I brusquely added, “Didn’t know you were so familiar with my sex life,” and stared at her. She shrunk slightly.
“Listen, I know we don’t exactly know each other in a conventional way and I didn’t mean to overstep.” Then she squared her shoulders and I knew I was in for a lecture. “But honey, it’s also not exactly rocket science to figure you out.”
I raised my brows in indignation. “Sorry?”
The relationship between her and I was weird, to say the least. We were mostly business. Waitress-customer kind of thing. But then, once I had cried in front of her because of Nate and she’d taken my drunk ass home, she came by in the evenings, sat down at the bar and asked me how I was doing. Eventually, I became curious and returned the question, and so we’d been bonding over the noises of my colleagues, costumers in all kinds of moods and the sound of the cocktail shaker for about three months. As the time went by, we became mutuals who saw each other once in a while and chatted about life, nothing serious, but also not nothing.
“Lacey,” she sighed, looking at me with her big blue eyes. Sometimes I despised her for being eight years older - and probably wiser. “I’m not stupid. You obviously haven’t been with anyone since Nate. No, don’t give me that look. You reek of sexual frustration.”
I gasped. “Excuse me?!”
This was new. Discussing our sex lives when we had usually focused more on my rather embarrassing moping about past loves. I slapped her forearm. “It’s only been two months and we really shouldn’t be discussing this here.” I gestured around the business of LLV, then moved to finish the Cuba Libre and put it on my tray. And I was off, leaving Teddy alone at the bar, shuffling to 7 and back, getting stopped to take orders a few times. Where on earth was Mary-Anne when you needed her?
“So,” Teddy’s voice filled my ears as soon as I got behind the bar again, only to be interrogated. “I did the maths. Two months? Who on earth did you lure in between your thighs and didn’t even bother mentioning it to me? Remember me? The person you cried to after you and Nate broke up?”
I gave her a pointed look. Then I shrugged, done with trying to keep the secret. All my dignity was already out the window anyways. “Nate.”
Teddy’s jaw was on the ground for the next minutes that I spent recalling the events of that Thursday evening in early September where I had randomly called Nate because of a bad day, just to hear his voice. And how he’d actually been in Toronto for a few days and thinking about calling me too; how we’d somehow ended up grabbing dinner and talking about all the good times we’d had and then the bad times and how he regretted having to break up but loved his job in Vancouver. And then a good-hearted hug had led to lingering eye-contact and rough breathing led to kissing and spending the night on his friend’s couch.
Teddy regained her composure, sitting up straight. “So you’ve had your closure now?”
I nodded, reassured because she didn’t seem to judge, and then turned to the coffee machine to make her an Espresso. We bathed in the silence for a bit, not knowing what the other was thinking and also not particularly caring to disrupt, until Teddy initiated,
“Well, I had hoped you’d know by now but I gave Shawn your number.”
I whipped my head to face her. “You did what?”
She held her hands up, surrendering. “I know, I’m sorry. But he was persistent. And I really don’t get why you insisted on ignoring us that hard on Sunday. Did he do something to you in school?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Have you met Shawn?”
“Yeah, right. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Teddy rested her chin on her palms, studying my face as I concentrated on the coffee machine. I was doing a miserable job of concealing the twisty feeling in my stomach. Just thinking about what Teddy might’ve told him about me prior to coming on Sunday. Did he think lowly of me now? Working as a waitress, struggling to pay bills and apparently relying on customers to get laid? No, he wasn’t like that. I knew him. Had known him for years.
“So, what I’m guessing is this,” she was back with the drawls, “You were embarrassed.”
She radiated mischief and satisfaction, even more when I moved to shake my head. A poor attempt at dignity.
She erupted in a toothy grin. “Don’t even try denying. You are so easy to read.”
I put the hot Espresso in front of her with a huff and a red face. How dare she?
“Then again, so is Shawn; he was burning to talk to you the whole time. I’m actually really surprised he hasn’t texted you yet.”
Teddy was saying all this very nonchalantly while blowing on her Espresso, like she hadn’t just revealed that Shawn had obviously been thinking about me too. I stared at her taking a sip. Then she looked up at me. I was distressed. Shawn? Burning to talk to me?
We’d gone two years without talking to each other and graduation seemed like another lifetime already. I tensed. It felt so long ago that he’d taken my hand on the way to my house. And it felt even longer ago that his breath had fanned my face when he’d let go of the hug at my door, when he’d kept his hands around my waist and looked from my eyes to my lips.
And that final, infinite moment right before I’d leant in, all ragged breathing and beating hearts and my first real kiss.
(Now that felt like an outer body experience at this point.)
I’d never told him that he was my first kiss, of course. We’d looked at each other afterwards; him scratching the back of his neck, me fiddling with the straps of my bag. The empty glass bottles rumbled inside it and I had hesitated when I said, “That...That was nice and all, but, and don’t get me wrong, I’m drunk and this was probably a mistake. I guess, you know, you’re a rockstar and practically on a world tour in a few days.”
And he’d lingered for a second, then nodded and well, then he was gone. For two years. Gone, but never really. It had proved quite difficult to ignore his existence when he became a celebrity. So I’d done the only thing any reasonable person trying to get over a crush did: Unfollowed him every-fucking-where and changed the radio station when a song of his came on. The only real connection I still had to him was my friend Ivy, but she had understood to shut up about him in front of me. Especially when I got with Nate a year and a half ago.
Somewhere around that time, I’d also gotten a new phone and I hadn’t even bothered to text him my new number. Still, I found myself wondering if our kiss had meant anything to him like it had to me back then.
I suddenly jerked my head, willing that thought out of my mind. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Teddy.
“Windsor, why am I getting the expression that you two have history?”
Clicking my tongue, I delved into the story.
Seven hours later, I laid in bed. Phone in hand and Shawn on my mind. My tiny room had nothing but a glass laptop table from IKEA, my wooden childhood bed and a few clothes racks (also IKEA, naturally). The rest of my stuff was stored in an array of cardboard boxes beneath the window, labelled with creative tags like cheap high-tech (chargers and various cables I had no idea how to use), pics to laugh at, pics to cry at, good books, trash books or, my favourite, a massive binder that read paid bills. I was a picture perfect (broke) university student.
My room was also freezing because I had forgotten to close my window this morning and I heard the faint sound of my roommates Timothy and Charlotte respectively watching movies in their rooms. Sucks to be sandwiched.
I envisioned what Shawn’s apartment must look like. It was probably really spacious, with big windows and high-ceilings. Minimalistic in furniture and full of music stuff. My fingers hovered over the keyboard; I stared at his contact info. Shawn Mendes.
Who was I kidding? What would I even text him? And would he even bother to reply at all?
I decided not knowing was better than being disappointed. At least I could still entertain my fantasies that way.
Summary: Your relationship with Shawn has caused your mental health to decline. You explain to him that you don’t want to lose him but it’s for the best.
Warnings: angst; heartbreak; sad!shawn
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His eyes held so much hurt in them. The eyes that used to hold the stars now held galaxies of heartbreak. He doesn’t deserve to be the one that’s hurting. I wanted to give him the world but I couldn’t. While I was trying to make him happy, I neglected my own happiness.
“You were supposed to be the one,” I choke out. “You were supposed to be the one that I’d end up with, that I’d go out and see the world with, that I’d marry and start a family with, that I’d grow old with, that would never stop loving me, and that I’d never stop loving.” My eyes find his, “But you just became another long chapter of hurt in my life. You became the best thing I had yet at the same time, my biggest regret. You became the most toxic thing to me, yet I’d do it all again.”
“Y/n,” Shawn starts. His eyes have glossed over, tears threatening to spill out. “You’re the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you,” he cries. “But I want you to be happy, and if that means I have to let you go, then that’s what I’ll do,” he smiles softly, wiping away the stray tear that rolled down his rosy cheek. His hands find mine and he interlocks our fingers one last time. I rose up on my tiptoes and softly pressed my lips to his cheek, kissing another tear that fell. I pull my hands from his and give him one last look before turning away.
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A/N: heyyyy i was feeling angsty and decided to write this - hope you’re not too heartbroken?
What have I ever done in my life to be judged by so many, but be known to so little?
I guess I was born and that’s it.
Working in small restaurant near stadium was hell. It was even worst tonight, because there was a massive concert inside. Many girls came into the restaurant only for bathroom, because standing at the gate to get your ticket checked was testing them. My boss, greedy and old Irishman, had those small dolar signs in his eyes, like in bloody cartoon.
I smiled to another tired mother, who had to come, because her daughter was underage and pointed with my chin at the coffee machine. She smiled greatfully and nodded. At least coffee was selling like water on the desert. I poured another to-go cup and was handed ten bucks. Woman smiled only and left with her daughter, who was basically jumping. Teenagers.
Actually, I’m supposed to act like them. It’s not like I’m much older with my 21 years. I sighed and waved at them. It was going to be a long night.
“Nicole!” I heard raspy voice call from the back and bit down a groan. My boss, great. “There’s order out. No restaurant wants to deliver to the stadium now, there are too many fans.” He said, rubbing his hands. I smiled awkwardly and nodded, looking for paper bag. “Here you have instructions. I was told that you have to deliver it directly to Andrew Gertler.” I nodded and got to work.
Sophie was running around tables, Jessica was outside, Joe was cooking, and I was trying to help everyone. Usual day at work then. I tied my hair up and took off my dirty apron, throwing on sweatshirt with Ben’s Irish Dinner Time logo. I swear that Devil himself would facepalm seeing that name. I picked six bags and went out, heading straight to the stadium.
There was a lot of security there, that I have to admit. Who was inside? Beyonce? I sighed and looked for back entrance and spotted it behind mass of teenagers. Thinking quickly, I started to pass tiny groups and somehow was at the door not ten minutes later. I took some calming breaths, because it was insane. Fans these days are really determinate.
Ten security guys just moved back some girls that asked to get inside, their faces were red and they looked like crying. I kinda felt bad for them, they wanted to see their idol, but they honestly thought that’s gonna work? I walked slowly to the least mean looking guy and smiled. “I’m here to deliver those to Mr. Gertler, I’m from Ben’s Irish Dinner Time.”
Two men exchanged looks and searched on their clipboards for me, I guess. I had a bad feeling about it. “Nicole? Your boss give us name Nicole, the delivery.” I gritted my teeth. My name was actually Nicolette, but my boss thought it was too long. “Yes, I’m Nicole.”
“She’s coiming in!” He shouted to one of the man behind the gate and looked at me. “Mr. Gertler is now on stage looking for last minute changes, but you’re supposed to deliver those to the trailer. It’s right behind seventh doors on the left.” I nodded and quietly repeated information under my nose.
Seventh doors on the left.
I knocked on the seventh door on the left, but there was nothing. I frowned and knocked again. Nothing..... and then. “Come in! Sorry, I’ll join you in a while!” I pressed the handle and walked inside, placing bags on wooden table next to the couch. There was a lot of clothes inside. I shrugged and digged for receipt.
“Oh, hi.” I turned around and saw a guy around my age. He was looking at me surprised and I had to bit my lip not to laugh. He was dressed in yellow and pink dress shirt, that was definitely too small. “Yeah, hi. I’m from the restaurant. Here’s your order. Payment was settled, so enjoy your meal. Have a good day....or night rather.” I turned around and walked to the door. “And... I may not be the best fashion adviser, but... if you’re not, you look kinda like a draq queen after hours.” I shrugged. “Not in offensive way, of course.”
I left and made my way down the corridor. Middle aged man passed me, then turned and was before me in second. “Who are you?” I sighed. “I’m Nicole. From restaurant, I was supposed to deliver order, I did. I’m leaving. Security checked me.” I said confidently. He nodded and walked away.
What’s with people and not trusting others?
Two hours later, when main artist finally came on stage, I was sipping my coffee slowly, staring with Sophie and Joe at the screen outside. “How much would I give to be there!” Sophie groaned and Joe just chuckled. I smiled fondly and looked back at the screen. “Oh no.” I whispered, my eyes wide open with surprise. “Hello everyone! So happy to be here with you!”
“That’s the guy.” I said blankly. “And he changed the shirt as I told him.” I said again. Sophie gasped and gripped my arm. “You’ve told Shawn Mendes that he looks like a DRAQ QUEEN?!” She screamed and Joe started to laugh so badly, he sat down and laid his head on the table.
I smiled shyly and nodded. “At least he doesn’t look like a draq queen now, more like normal person.” I shrugged.
But why did I not known then, that he was the beginning of my biggest troubles?
Concept: You and Shawn have been dating a while now. You started seeing each other about 4 months ago when he first started his festival tour, now he’s back home and wants to spend all his free time with you. You’ve only seen each other a handful of times since he’s been away so your relationship still feels very new and flirtatious. Anyways, he’s bored at home and can’t stop thinking about you. He wants to make the most of the time you have together before he has to leave again to resume shows. You, feeling bold and flirtatious, invite him over to keep you some much needed company. 😉
Note: basically he made a promise and he will deliver it no matter how long it takes. fluff.
Walking to school was a normal occurrence for you. Monday through to Friday, you walked to school; a mundane walk until you met up with Shawn. Aka. Your Best Friend.
As soon as he arrived with his morning enthusiasm and charming smile, a gloomy walk to school became one filled with life and it truly was the light of the day. No matter what happened.
It was a Wednesday morning, when a giant figure came up next to you and bumped your shoulder with his arm. Although it interrupts your Coldplay, you take out an earphone and greet the boy next to you. His eyes reflecting the morning sun, causing his golden brown orbs to shine brighter than when he smiles.
“Turn that frown upside down, cause Shawn Mendes has graced your presence!” He hollered, with joy.
Rolling your eyes, he had turned an old couples attention, whom smiled your way. “Hey, Shawnie Shawn.” You chuckled, referring to one of your favourite movies, Fired Up!
“Before you ask, yes, it is lonely down that road.” He deadpans, clearly amused. “How are you?”
Shrugging, you replied, “Eh. I finished the homework for Mr. Mason’s class, last night.”
“Cool. What’d you get for 8?”
“Robber Baron.”
“Same.” He smiled. “Aaliyah and I were playing Call of Duty last night, which is about how I’ve been.”
Without a breath, you immediately said it. “Mission failed. We’ll get em next time.” Shawn laughed.
A comfortable silence fell on the both of you as you shortcutted through the park, as per usual. Frost had taken over the grass, slush on the side of the walkway, a classic late autumn Canadian day. The thought brought a shiver down your spine, your love for winter eliciting an exciting feeling.
“You cold?” Not waiting for a response, Shawn grabbed his bag from his shoulder, swinging it round. Once he opened it, he brought out a light blue zip up jacket, handing it to you as he swung the bag back around. Gladly taking it as the short sleeve shirt you were wearing wasn’t cutting, even though the weather said it was going to be warmer. “When I get my license, I’m driving us to and from school everyday.” Shawn said matter-of-factly.
“Is that right?” He hummed. “What about a car? Or money to buy it? Or to get gas?”
He shook his head with a lazy smile, “Well, Negative Nancy, when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have all the money.”
“Won’t you be touring the world? Meaning you can’t take me to school…” the thought set in.
Shawn was an amazing singer and with his Vines, he’d get found any day now. He had talent and the looks for it, as well as a positive personality. Even through his anxiety, he always got up and sang his heart out or played it on the piano or guitar. He would tour the world, whilst you probably worked a dead end job, just to pay for college.
Shawn sighs as he looks to you, “Y/N, that will never happen because I’ll never forget about you. I will take you, I promise.” He held out his pinky. “Pinky promise.”
You wrapped your pinky around his large one, a fuzzy feeling running up your arm as you did so. “With a thumb stamp?” It was your thing, meaning that you’d rather jump off a bridge than break that promise. He extended his thumb, you doing the same, both pressing the thumb pads against each other.
“I promise.”
With that, you two lowered your hands, however kept them holding each other’s. You trusted him with your life. So, once the promise was decided on, you kept walking and talked about random things.
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3 years later (Senior Year)
Waking up, you smiled and grabbed your phone to turn off the alarm you set. It was officially the last day of school before graduation and you planned to go about today like any other, just more relaxed.
After showering and changing, you grabbed your bag; filled with your usual pencil case, a notepad in case you wanted to doodle and other essentials for the last day of high school.
Next to your bag was your dresser, which had your photo frame of yourself and Shawn. He never did get to complete that promise as he got found sooner than he thought. He never drove you to school, I mean, you drive yourself to school now.
No matter, you were proud either way. Life happens, no matter if he pinky promises with a thumb stamped on it. Did it break your heart a little? Yeah. Was it the end of the world? No.
You both went on your separate ways, you continuing with school and him, an international pop star. Both of you followed the other on instagram and texted every now and then, but in all honesty the time zones made it difficult, as he was travelling so much.
When he was in town though, you’d see each other, make the effort to go to a party here and there or just meet up and watch The Big Bang Theory.
Shrugging it off, you made your way to the kitchen to grab breakfast, eggs on toast. As you were about to sit down, your mom piped up with a smile, “I don’t think you have time to eat. Your ride will be here soon.”
Raising a brow in question, you responded, “What?” out of pure confusion.
Next thing you know, there was a knock at the door, turning your gaze to the front door, then back to your mother in serious confusion. She gestured her head to the door with her smile still plastered on your face.
You stood up, slowly walking to the door, when another knock was heard. As you made your way towards it, you tried to come up with an idea as to why and who was here at this time in the morning. Your dad lived with his other family in Alberta and your best friend, Georgia had left for holiday yesterday. Beside your mother, there was no one else who would really be here at this time.
Placing your hand on the door handle, you opened it. In front of you was the 6”2, slightly tanned man with brown curly locks atop his head, and a wide smile on his face when he saw you.
A grin plastered on your face as you jumped into his arms with a squeal, you hadn’t seen him since your birthday in April which was a couple months ago. He chuckled, before he put you down and smiled at you.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Europe?” you gleamed.
He chuckled again, running his hand through his brown locks, “I have a promise to keep.”
You looked at him quizzically, running things through your head, getting the gears to turn inside your head. “What promise?”
He looked to his feet, his smile never fading, before his brown eyes glanced into your eyes. “Well, grab your bag as I, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes will be driving you to school this morning.” You smiled at him widely.
“It’s the last day, Shawn.”
“Exactly. Meaning I didn’t screw up my promise.” He said matter-of-factly. “And I never go back on those. Especially for you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, you don’t know exactly why but him saying that comforted you.
“Okay.” Walking back into the house, you grabbed your bag. “Alright, see ya later mom.” You left the house, walking to Shawn’s car. Hopping in, you were thrown back from when he took you out for your birthday for dinner then came back to your house to surprise you with a party at your house. He also got in his side as you were strapping in, you giggled out of nowhere at the thought of him taking you to school.
“What?”
“I don’t know, I never imagined you to take me to school.”
He shook his head with a smile as he started the car up, pulling away from your house. You had always felt warm with him, his presence eliciting a flurry of warmth through your body; in turn causing you to shiver. “You cold?” Shawn gave you a glance from the road, a curious one as it was indeed the middle of summer.
You shook your head with a brief smile, “No, just someone walking over my grave.” Shawn nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering a few more seconds than necessary before turning back to the road.
His hand that rested on the automatic gear shift, moved to your seat next to your leg, Shawn’s pinkie grazing your thigh. Your breath hitched slightly, heart rate picking up. It reminded you of the pinkie promise he made to drive you school.
The school was a fifteen minute journey from your house, meaning the ride was to be short.
As the Shawn you always knew and loved always did, he was humming to the radio, which you joined in to. Your voice no comparison to his, but he said he always liked it. Crawl by Not My Weekend was on, and you smiled slightly to yourself as it kind of reminded you of him.
You knew you felt slightly more than just friendly feelings towards him, your relationship being only platonic for both of you. However, you thought the song related to your not-so-platonic feelings for him and your feelings towards his girlfriend Camila.
“How’s Camila?”
You’d met her once, she wasn’t your favourite person, but not the worst overall. You’d met on your birthday, when Shawn introduced the two of you at the party, she was slightly rude, but in all honesty, most of Shawn’s girlfriends felt that way as they always perceived your friendship with Shawn - a threat.
“Good.” He answered shortly, his smile fading slightly. You rose a brow at his behaviour, which he noticed in his peripheral. Sighing, he continued. “We broke up.”
You didn’t hide the look of shock on your face, on your birthday they were clung together at the party. However, you and Shawn spent a lot of the night talking, because it was your birthday, but Camila was there always.
You admit that at first it seemed the relation seemed fake, a stunt from his record company, but when you saw her at the party, it must be serious. “I’m sorry, why didn’t you tell me?” He usually told you about the other break ups and you with him.
“Mainly for the reason behind it.”
“Which was?”
His breath hitched, “You.”
“What?”
He shook his head with a smile, “She didn’t like how close we were.” Lie.
“Shawn, I haven’t seen you in like three months.” You turned to him, causing his hand to move back to the shifter. “What’s the real reason?”
He pulled up into your school parking lot, turned the car off with a sigh. “‘Cause I’ve been in love with you since we were younger.” His head turned to you, his brown locks flopping a little.
You were stunned, he felt more than friendly feelings too? Why was he bringing this up now? Shawn had a few girlfriends in the time you’ve known him. “Really?”
He inhaled, “Yeah.” He exhaled.
You didn’t know how to respond, sure you had those feelings for a long time, you could say that or that you also feel the same towards him but no. You leaned forward over the center console and kissed him, he leaned over and kissed back.
Your hands went to the back of his neck and ran through his curls, as the kiss got a bit more passionate. Shawn’s hands rested on your jaw and waist.His tongue teasing your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you happily obliged. He went to move you on his lap, and you were low key happy too, but your butt hit the wheel and the car honked.
It was good that no one was to be seen in the parking lot as homeroom began a minute or so ago. But, the honk separated the two of you. You both were panting as the kiss got a bit ahead of itself, his hazel eyes glanced at you eyes with a glint of something you’d never personally seen on him, or that you’d noticed. Shawn’s smile was wide and yours wasn’t faltering either.
“I um...better get to homeroom…” You broke the silence.
Shawn nodded, with a cough. “Uh, yeah.” You grabbed your bag and went to open the door when he stopped you by saying, “Unless, you wanna make out a little longer?”
You couldn’t help the laugh you let out, “Well I wouldn’t mind but I don’t wanna mess up my perfect attendance, now would I?” He pouted and you let out a huff. “School finishes early today, at lunch. We can make out in the car then, or talk more about that kiss.” At that you got out and shut the door, walking away.
Shawn rolled down the window of your side, “Can’t wait!”
