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[spermendes]

OH, HI [S.M ONE SHOT]

Description:

You’re the new receptionist at Island Records, and accidentally run into Shawn when he’s coming out of a meeting.

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GETTING UP on a Monday morning was the hardest thing for you, as your new job required you to work on Mondays. Your last job was only part time, which was Wednesday to Friday. It was good, as you had three days off in a row.

But now, you were required to work every day. It was a full time job, Monday to Friday, 8am-4pm. You were excited at the least, of course, to finally start a new job. You were to be the receoptionist at Island Records, and Monday was your first day. Which was today.

You set an alarm for 6am, to give you at least half an hour to dread and procrastinate getting out of bed for work. By the time it hit 6:30am, she was up and out of bed and was headed to the shower to get organised. The hot water burned her skin as it ran down back and down the drain, but it was refreshing, because it was generally cold at this time in New York.

Slight shivers had run down her spine as the cold air bit at her skin when she exited the shower, quickly grabbing her towel to dry herself off. Upon leaving the bathroom, she found herself almost tripping over her eight month old kitten, who had a habit of laying by the bathroom door whilst she busied herself in the room.

She quickly dressed herself before she went downstairs to make herself breakfast. As she finished off her cup of tea and her piece of toast, she went back upstairs to start on her make up and hair. Wrapping her make up towel around her neck, she started on her make up and hair.

Her hair was left down, straightened, whilst her make up was just simple, with some light foundation, mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner. It was a natural look she had mastered, which everyone she knew said it looked good on her. She continued doing it because of the many compliments she’d get for it.

She made herself another cup of tea for the trip to work, warming herself up for the short walk just around the corner. She was lucky enough to live just around the block from Island Records, which was probably one of the main reasons she’d gotten the job to begin with.

She’d reached the building within about five minutes, with about fifteen minutes spare to get herself organised before her shift actually started. She had been emailed all the work she needed to do for the next few days, which was just organising dates and documents for those who worked in the building.

She placed her cup of tea down in the break room, grabbing her box of granola bars from her bag. She pulled one out to munch on before her shift started, while she put the rest of the box in the cupboard above the sink. She picked up her bag again and made her way back to the desk, where she placed her bag by her feet as she took a seat.

She started up the computer with about ten minutes to begin her shift, still chewing away on her granola bar. She arranged the desk to the way she liked it better, which was just adjusting the pen holders, file stackers and the large calendar in front of her.

She logged onto her emails, finding a co-worker who wanted her to read over the document before printing it out. It looked like a contract of some sort, but she still read over it anyway, checking for grammar mistakes. With there only being a handful, she printed it out, and grabbed her key card to make the printer work.

She made her way to the printer which was just down the hall and around the corner. The printer she had by her desk was one that was needing to be replaced, as it was old and broken. They had replaced all the other printers in the building, but were yet to replace this one, so she had to use the one down the hall instead.

She pressed the key card against the mark on the printer that read her card, letting her print out the document with ease after it logged her in. Once it was finished, she grabbed the document and walked back to her desk with a smile on her face.

It went like that a few times here and there over the day, a few people walking in and out of the entrance, but She paid no mind to them because they didn’t come to the reception and ask for any help, so she figured they knew what they were doing and where to go.

It was around two in the afternoon, not long after she had gotten back from lunch, when she had to give a worker from the second floor, a document that had been sent to her. She grabbed her key card, and went to the printer to print it out, before she walked into the elevator.

It took her up to the second floor, where she made her way to the first desk she had spotted, asking where the particular worker’s desk was. The co worker happily helped, and told her that it was down the hall, last room on the left. She knocked on the door once she reached it, and a women who looked to be in her mid thirties smiled at her.

“Here is the document you asked for,” she said.

“Thank you Y/N,” replied Gracie.

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N then made her way back down the hallway, but was stopped short when a large group of people had exited one of the rooms. She guessed it was one of the meeting rooms, as she was told many of the meetings were held on this floor, at all times of the day.

She tried to squeeze through and past the door, but instead, she accidentally ran into someone who was twice her height, and happened to be exiting the meeting room. She flushed bright red when she made contact with the chest of the person, that was one way to depict whether or not they were tall.

The person let out a chuckle, holding her arm by the elbow gently so she could regain her balance. Once she did, her eyes trailed from the tattooed forearm that had a unique guitar permanently drawn there, to the golden brown eyes looking down at her, with the soft brown curls that complimented them also.

“Oh, hi. I’m really sorry!” She blurted out.

“It’s no problem. You’re not the first one love,” he said.

Her heart beat quickened at the nickname, and the way it rolled off his tongue so easily. She flushed red, figuring that he was probably used to encounters like this, but she wasn’t, and she hoped she didn’t get used to it either.

“I’ve never seen you around. Are you the new receptionist?” He questioned.

Y/N looked back up at him again, nodding quickly in embarrassment at the fact that she had run into someone within her first shift. He let out a small chuckle at her embarrassment.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.”

“Apparently so,” Y/N remarked.

She quickly made her way back to the elevator, too embarrassed to even speak to the boy she had run into. The elevator door closed, as her eyes locked with his in embarrassment, and once the doors closed, she let out a breath of relief.

Today could not have been anymore embarrassing!

[spermendes]

LOVE, SHAWN [SM: END OF TIME SERIES]

preface

Dear Demi,

My baby girl. I love you so much, and I'm so, so, sorry. If you're reading this, it means that I've passed on. The cancer had spread too far for the doctors to treat it, meaning my time had come to an end earlier than what I'd expected. I know it hurts. It hurts for me to leave you so early when I promised you until the end of time. But this is the end of my time hun, and I'm so fucking sorry that I won't be able to spend that time with you. There is no pretending, I love you, and I will love you, until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then.

The future for you will not only be terrible - because I'm no longer here - but it'll also be amazing because you'll be able to continue onwards. And that's exactly what I want you to do. I don't want you to spend too much time grieving. A visit each month for a year, or a letter, before I want you to move on and forget about me. I want you to continue forwards; succeed, and become the actress you've always wanted to be. Just because I'm not there physically doesn't mean I'm not there mentally or emotionally. I'm here. Always.

Like we always used to say; I'll always love you, until the end of time.

Love, Shawn x

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WHO? [S.M: COLLEGE AU SERIES PT 2]

Description: Shawn finds himself renrolling into his junior year of college after not taking a liking to the start of his career of being a musician. With renrolling, he finds a liking to a girl he had never seen before.

N.E

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BY THE time college had started up again, it was just a short week after Shawn had arrived back on campus. He had been supplied with all his books that he needed, and his pencil case was full of all the pens he used in his first two years.

He was in the middle of his elective English class, writing down notes when his pen had run out of ink. He scrambled to grab another, to find it didn’t work, only for him to grab another and it also didn’t work. He let out a frustrated sigh, trying to find a pen that was working. He was stupid enough not to go through and check which ones were working before classes started.

“Hey, curly fries, need a pen?” asked a voice.

He looked around, thinking that whoever was speaking, wasn’t speaking to him. He ignored the voice, letting out an annoyed sigh when he realised that the five or six pens in his pencil case had run out of ink.

“Psst! Curly fries, oi!” said the same voice.

He looked up to the person behind him, finding a chestnut brunette smiling down at him. He flushed red when he noticed what the cute girl was holding out for him, and the girl let out a small chuckle at the sight of his rosy cheeks.

Shawn gently took the pen from her grasp, to which he then smiled at her afterwards. He was given one in return, just seconds after he thanked her for the pen.

“Who’s talking back there?” Mr T/N asked.

Shawn turned back to sit in his seat quietly, while the girl who gave him a pen spoke up for him. He just silently continued writing down whatever was on the board, into his exercise book.

“We weren’t talking sir, I was just giving him a pen,” replied the girl.

“A pen? It’s the first class of the semester.”

“Sorry Mr T/N, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right it won’t. Surely after spending half your life in school, you’d be able to carry a few spare pens,” explained Mr T/N.

“I was Mr T/N. All five of my pens aren’t working,” flushed Shawn.

The class let out a laugh at Shawn’s reply, which only made Shawn flush harder in embarrassment. He wasn’t expecting his first few classes like this, getting embarrassed because all of his pens weren’t working. He had hoped that the class hadn’t heard what he said, but of course, they did.

Mr T/N furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of the familiar voice, looking out to where Shawn was sitting. Shawn tried to hide himself, but it didn’t really work.

“Is that you Mr Mendes?” asked Mr T/N.

“It is, Mr T/N.”

The teacher smiled at the sight of the brunette back in class. It’d been just over a year since Mr T/N had seen Shawn in class, and he had questioned why Shawn had been crossed off his roll. Someone had told him that he was becoming a musician, but he didn’t believe them.

“It’s good to see you back. Where have you been, Shawn?”

“I’ve uh, I’ve been making music and touring around the world for the past year, Mr T/N.”

The class broke out into whispers, with many people in the class looking over at him while they spoke to their friends. Shawn just caved in on himself slightly, suddenly not liking the class anymore. This is what he was trying to avoid. This was one of the reasons why he couldn’t deal with the fame to begin with. It’s why he gave it up.

“Good for you Shawn. I’m glad to see you’re doing what you love. Do you mind me asking why you came back to college?”

Shawn cleared his throat, the entire class hearing it. He sat up in his chair a bit higher, feeling a little more confident about himself. He placed the lid on the pen, and began to play with it as he spoke.

“I came back because I couldn’t handle it. Everyone says that being famous would be so easy, but it’s really not. It’s dealing with constant stress, constant strangers trying to talk to you every where you go, needing to put in 110% every time, no matter what you’re doing. Even if it’s dressing up to go out, performing on stage, creating a song or even practicing it. I got diagnosed with anxiety whilst I was away, because I couldn’t handle it, so I decided to finish my degree and see what the future afterwards hold for me, if it were music, or it’s something else.”

The entire class went silent at the words that escaped Shawn’s lips. A few whispers here and there, but not as many. Mr T/N nodded his head with a small smile.

“It’s good to see a familiar face in my class room.”

Shawn just nodded his head, and Mr T/N went back to teaching the class. Shawn sat silently, listening to the teacher and writing down the notes in his book. They were learning about old classical playwrights, something Shawn loves to learn about.

The class had not long ended, and everyone was packing up their stuff so they could head out. Shawn was amongst a lot of them, trying to get to his next class which started in less than an hour, and was almost a twenty minute walk. He ditched his car for the day, deciding to get up his step count instead.

“That was a nice motivational speech you made in there,” said a voice.

Shawn quickly turned around as he finally made his way out of the classroom. He found the brunette who had been sitting behind him, the one who gave him the pen to borrow. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“It’s nothing really. I was just explaining why I came back to college,” said Shawn.

“I’m sure there’s a secret message in there somewhere. I have to go though, I have another class down the hall,” she said.

Shawn nodded. “Me too, but not down the hall. I’ll see you around?”

She nodded her head in response, going to turn away, but he quickly grabbed her shirt before she could. Her eyes locked with his, a questioning look on her face.

“Thank you, for letting me have your pen,” said Shawn.

“It’s nothing. I suppose you’ll come back to class with a few more working ones over the next week?”

Shawn let out a laugh, nodding his head at her. She then bid a goodbye, and started walking down the hallway yet again. It was then when Shawn realised he hadn’t even gotten her name yet.

“You never told me your name!” yelled Shawn.

“Bronte!” She yelled out.

She then disappeared around the corner, before Shawn found himself turning the opposite way to make his way to his next class. He rounded the corner, feeling a sudden pressure hitting him on the chest, before the sound of books hitting the ground caught his attention.

He looked down, finding a brunette girl scrambling to pick her books up off the floor. He quickly apologised to the girl, bending down to help her pick up the books and papers that had landed everywhere.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” said the girl.

Shawn’s eyes locked onto her after she spoke, somehow getting a feeling that she was familiar. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, hanging over her face, with her bangs outlining the shape of her face. When she looked up because she could feels eyes on her, her bright eyes locked with Shawn’s.

“Y/N?”

“Shawn?”

“Hey, what’s going on?” laughed Shawn.

“I’m picking up my books, because some idiot ran into me,” remarked Y/N.

Shawn let out a scoff, as the two of them rose to their feet again. Y/N adjusted the books in her arm, while Shawn handed her one back. The book that he had originally picked up but forgot to give it to her until last minute.

“You said it was your fault for not watching!”

“Yes, I did. until I realised it was you and then I decided to blame it on you,” she laughed.

Shawn let out a scoff, before laughing at her and nudging her side. She just let out another laugh, a sound Shawn could listen to forever if he had the choice too.

“You would blame me for it.”

Y/N let out a laugh. “Of course, any one but myself.”

Shawn let out another laugh at her, shaking his head. Y/N just smiled over at him, adjusting one of her books that was falling out of her folder. Shawn held his by his hip, not having many books to carry for his next class, which he was grateful for.

The two of them started making their way out of the building, not even noticing that they were both walking the same way. What they didn’t realise was about to be found out.

“What class do you have now?” Y/N asked.

“I have Music, yourself?” replied Shawn.

“Wait, you do music?” She quickly turned to him.

Shawn let out a laugh. “Yes, why? Surprised?”

“No, I have music too!”

Shawn’s eyes lit up at the sound of having a class with Y/N, a smile tugging at his lips as he realised how excited she was to be sharing a class with you.

“That’s awesome. What instrument do you play?” questioned Shawn.

“Piano, guitar and I sing. Yourself?”

Shawn’s heart almost melted the moment that sentence escaped her lips. There was seriously something going on here, because it was rare that he had much in common with anyone.

“So do I,” laughed Shawn.

Y/N let out a surprised laugh at his response. The two of them dodged people as they made their way through the hallway towards their classroom, but still managing to stay side by side.

“That’s crazy!” said Y/N.

The two of them just grinned at one another, finally reaching their classroom. Shawn opened the door Y/N, letting her go past him, but she didn’t without saying thank you to him.

“Hello, please grab one of the sheets of paper on the end desk, and find a seat,” said Mrs T/N.

Shawn grabbed Y/N and himself one of the pieces of paper each, before they both found a seat in the second row at the othe end of the classroom. Shawn placed his books down, handing Y/N her paper, before he pulled the seat out and sat down.

Y/N then thanked him yet again, looking out at the front of the room to find Mrs T/N writing down information on the board. Shawn glanced down at the piece of paper in front of him, reading the information in front of him.

Welcome to Mrs T/N’s college Music experience. Please fill out the information below.

Name: Shawn Mendes

Age: 19

What Instrument do you play?: Guitar, Piano, and I also sing.

What is your favourite song genre/s?: I’ll listen to anything.

Who is your favourite musician/s?: Ed Sheeran and John Mayor.

What do you hope to get out of this course?: To professionally play and make music for a living.

How confident are you with performing on stage in front of a crowd?: Very confident.

Shawn had filled out the page within minutes, while Y/N had answered everything almost the same as Shawn, except, another favourite artist of her’s was Taylor Swift, and she was just confident in performance.

She wasn’t like Shawn, who had toured for 6 months and performed in front of thousands of people in different cities across the globe every night. She didn’t know that he was famous, but she was sure to find out in a short time.

“Please hand your sheets in to the person on the end row, and they can bring them up to the front please,” said Mrs T/N.

The sound of pieces of paper being shuffled around could be heard all around the room, as people kept handing down pieces of paper to the next person. Shawn then realised that he had to hand up the papers to the front of the room, which he got up to do once he was handed all his sheets.

He was the last one to take all the sheets down, with everyone else already have handed them down and were making their way back to their seats. Shawn places the pile of papers in front of the teacher, who then picks up his paper to read it to herself.

“Shawn,” she called.

“Yes. Mrs T/N?” replied Shawn.

Everyone’s eyes were on him, he could feel them. It was scary that he knew when someone was looking at him because he’d spent so long having thousands of people staring at him constantly on stage. He wasn’t expecting to be confronted by the teacher the way he was about to.

“Why don’t you start us off and explain who you are to the class? We’re just doing get-to-know-each-other tasks for the first lesson.”

Shawn then nodded his head at his teacher, making his way to stand beside her up the front. He looked out to the crowd, finding a few more eyes on him than what he’s liked.

“Uh, sure. Anything in particular?” Shawn asked.

“Just tell us everything on the sheet, and for the last two questions. I want to know why.”

Shawn then nodded his head again, letting out a small breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His fingers fiddled with the strings on his pants, as he started to talk to the class.

“Hi. My name is Shawn Mendes, and I am 19 years old. I play the guitar, piano and I sing. I’ll listen to any song that I think is good. My favourite musicians are Ed Sheeran and John Major. The reason I’m doing this course is because I want to be able to play and record music professionally, as it’s always been a dream of mine as a kid.. I am very confident in performing because...”

Shawn then paused, looking out at the class of students sitting before him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He was known around several hundred countries because of his music, and that didn’t bother him, but it bothered him that if he finished his sentence, he’d been known as Shawn Mendes, the kid who gave up his career to finish his degree, to go back to being famous. He didn’t want to be famous for that, but now, he had no choice.

[spermendes]

NERVOUS [SM: SONG ONESHOT]

Description: Shawn has a major crush on you, but he won’t admit it.

SONG: Nervous - Shawn Mendes

N.E

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IT WAS a dreadful day outside, one particular day in the winter. It was awfully windy, the snow was falling tragically and covering the roads immensely, and it was awfully colder than usual.

Shawn had taken a liking to the idea of grabbing a cup at a local cafe he found recently. It was a small cafe on the outskirts of Toronto, which had found on a run one morning and told himself to visit one day.

He did. Today, he decided to come to the dainty cafe, Chrissy’s Coffee Co, on a corner, which was just across the road from a small park. He let a small smile take over his face at the sight of small children running around the park.

He’d always wished he had a partner to have kids with, share a home, maybe have a dog even. But, there was no way he’d be having that at the age he was now, because he’d be classified as “too young”. He still had “his entire life” to settle down and have kids, get married.

He still wanted it though, as badly as it made him sound desperate. He was almost desperate to have kids, because he’d wanted them for so long. He had nobody though. Nobody to share those same dreams with.

He was still single, as single as he could be. He couldn’t find somebody who took a liking so big to him, that he had about them. It sucked honestly. But he did have his eyes on someone in particular.

She was one of Teddy’s girlfriend’s, sorry, fiancé’s, friends. She also happened to know Josiah when they were doing photography in college, and had kept in touch with him for the years that he had been touring with Shawn.

She was a big fan of his work, despite the fact that she was a photographer as well. She was just as good as Josiah, if not, better. But there was no way he’d tell Josiah that.

It was Sunday morning, which meant Chrissy’s Coffee Co had a special for a cup of tea and any choice of a muffin for $4. It was Shawn’s favourite day to come in, because he loved muffins, more than anything in the world.

He had ordered his choice of tea and his muffin, and was sitting down scrolling through his phone. A picture of you had popped up on Instagram, one with you dressed up all nicely, smiling at the camera. It was cute, and it made him nervous just thinking about you.

I saw you on a Sunday in a café

And all you did was look my way

And my heart started to race

And my hands started to shake, yeah

I heard you asked about me through a friend

My adrenaline kicked in

'Cause I've been askin' 'bout you too

And now we're out here in this room

The door of the cafe opened, and a pair of girls around his age walked in. He took no notice of them, until the familiar smell of your perfume hit his nostrils. His eyes flickered up to the two girls, recognising one as you and the other as your friend.

His palms suddenly started getting sweaty at the thought of being in the same cafe with her. In this very room. He’d been in the same room with her before, but that was when all the boys were around. He was never around her with less than 10 people surrounding them.

He looked up at her, finding that she was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in her Instagram photo. They must have not long taken the photo. She looked over at him, the two of them catching eye sight, before she turned back to her friend.

His heartbeat quickened again, as he slowly gripped the cup in his hands more. It was to try and still the shakiness of his hands, because he was so nervous. His adrenaline kicked in when he remembered Josiah telling him that she had been asking about him, because all he could think about was what they could have possibly talked about.

It made him laugh though, because he’d asked Teddy about her too. He wanted to get to know her more, but he was too shy to even speak to her the first time they met. The boys noticed how hesitant he was around you, but they kept it to themselves and didn’t tell you.

I get a little bit nervous around you

Get a little bit stressed out when I think about you

Get a little excited

Baby, when I think about you, yeah

Talk a little too much around you (I talk a little too much, yeah)

Get a little self-conscious (I get a little self-conscious)

When I think about you

Get a little excited (I get a little excited)

Baby, when I think about you

Yeah, when I think about you, babe

But when the boys told him he talked a little too much to her, he started getting self conscious. He didn’t realise that he was talking so much, and when he told you what they said, you told him you didn’t mind listening to him.

But once they’d opened up to one another a bit more, Shawn slowly started hatching out of his shell. He’d started talking more, to the point of the boys realising that he spoke just a little too much around you. But you didn’t mind, you liked listening to him speak. He was so passionate about what he does, it was cute.

We walked in the rain

A couple blocks to your apartment

You told me to come inside

Caught me staring in your eyes

And I'm not usually like this

But I like what you're doing to me

Ah, what you're doing to me

That was the day you opened up more to one another, a bit more than what you had expected, but it happened. You slowly learnt more things about one another, and you both loved it. Shawn was glad the boys weren’t the only ones that connected to him, but you, you connected to him on another level.

Shawn had learnt so much about you, from you favourite book, your favourite movie, your favourite YouTuber, favourite actors/actresses, favourite TV series, even your favourite colour and your dream job.

He’d learnt so much about you in such a short amount of time, that it had him thinking what it’d be like to spend the rest of his life with you. He couldn’t imagine having kids with anyone else in that moment, and he wished you felt the same way.

That day, you guys had spent so much time talking, that everyone had left, and it was suddenly just the two of you in the room. You had realised the time, and told Shawn it’d be best if you left because you had school the next day.

Shawn then insisted on walking you home, despite the fact that it was at least three blocks, and it was pouring down rain. He didn’t have his car, because it was at the mechanics getting repaired, so he couldn’t even offer to drive you home.

You walked the couple blocks home in the rain, the two of you talking even more immensely than you already had. Now it was your turn to learn more about Shawn. Once you had reached your apartment, you insisted on inviting him in because you didn’t want him walking home in the rain again. You didn’t want him to get sick.

You had spent a few hours talking, but not before giving Shawn some spare clothes you had in your drawers, because his clothes were wet. They were old clothes your dad had bought for you, that were too big, so you usually wore them as nighties. It made him nervous, wearing your clothes, because they smelt exactly like you. He never wanted to take them off.

You’d thrown his clothes in the dryer, while you both sat on the couch to keep talking. Shawn was sitting down, admiring your apartment, while you went into the kitchen. She came back with a hot choclate, and a bowl of marshmallows.

And before you know it, the two of you were talking again, for another few hours. You had completely forgotten about school the next day, but you didn’t really care either way. You had been watching the TV for a while, but Shawn couldn’t concentrate on anything but you.

He was staring at you, and you had caught him in the act. It’d only made him blush harder because you had caught him, but it also made you blush. It was the moment Shawn realised that maybe he wasn’t the only one who had feelings, maybe you were just as nervous around him as he was around you.

He would never admit it though. The boys had attacked him with so many questions about you, because they all knew. Shawn had never been so infuriated with somebody before, especially not a girl.

He hadn’t had much luck with dating. Most of the girls just liked him for his looks, or his money. But he hoped you weren’t like those other girls, he knew you weren’t like those other girls. He’d already found out how different you were, and he wasn’t even scared of being nervous around you anymore. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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MY FAULT [S.M: SONG ONESHOT]

Description: Slowly but surely, Y/N and Shawn’s relationship starts falling apart, and Shawn only just started to realise.

Song: My Fault - Imagine Dragons

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“I took a walk on a Saturday night,

Fog in the air,

Just to make my mind seem clear

Where do I go from here?

I see my breath pushing steam through the air,

Shaking hands run through my hair,

My fears, where do I go from here?”

WHAT SHAWN wasn’t expecting was to be taking a long walk in the fog, nor was he expecting to be walking to place you loved so much, or to be questioning his whole relationship.

He was simply thinking about the two of you, as he hadn’t seen you in so long. It’d been months, only because he had been touring around the world for his festival run. You’d think, after spending so long together, since before the release of his EP: Shawn Mendes, that you would be used to not being around each other or speaking to each other.

You had a full time job as a high school teacher, so you were always occupied with organising class plans and marking school work. It was a difficult job for you, because you were a slow worker and needed to plan days ahead.

It also made it difficult for you to be social outside of the school yard. You were constantly doing school work, and there was no way around doing it because there wasn’t enough time during the school day to do it all.

The only thing on your mind was school, and work. You’d barley even left enough room for thoughts about the where abouts of your boyfriend. You hadn’t spoken in probably a month, maybe a month and a half, but you hadn’t even realised how long it’d been because you were so preoccupied.

You had had a few days where you’d thought about him immensely, and how much you missed him. You really did, but you made sure that you didn’t waste any unnecessary time that could be spent on doing marking for the school students. It sounded harsh, but it was the truth.

Is it my fault, is it my fault?

We’ve been missing each other,

We’ve been missing each other.

My fault, is it my fault?

We’ve been missing each other,

We’ve been missing each other.

Shawn stood out in front of the ocean, the sky was foggy because of how cold it was. It was late at night, and he couldn’t really sleep. He was struggling a lot lately, as he hadn’t had you by your side for so long. You weren’t there to comfort him like you were when he wasn’t on tour.

It really sucked. He missed you so much. But he knew that you were busy. He knew that your new job as a high school teacher was difficult because you hadn’t figured your way around it just yet. You were a lot smarter than people realised, because when you were around seven years old, you were averaging an IQ for a child who was nine and a half.

You were also a quick learner, and that was why you finished your work so quickly. You had been moved up two year levels because of it, and were doing just fine amongst the children you were in class with. You graduated high school two years early, and you managed to graduate college two years early as well.

You were successful, with being not even twenty five years old yet. But Shawn was even more successful than you, selling out arenas, selling millions of songs, having millions of followers. He was a billionaire in the making, and you were just a high school teacher.

He had been busy too, his tour for his newest album had kicked off almost two months ago, and he was preoccupied doing that. He understood that it was hard for the both of you to even talk, but your relationship was falling apart. He realised that now.

Walking down to the waters edge,

Asking why I’m here instead of home,

Now I stand alone.

I stop to stare at the ocean side

I'm breathing in just to feel it’s side

With his

Like you were here with me.

He had no control over it really, because if he tried to talk to you, he knew that you wouldn’t reply because you were so busy. You told him how busy you were the last time you spoke, and he knew not to disturb you when you were working because he had learnt the hard way months ago.

You had been marking work for one of your students, and Shawn had come home not even two days ago. He had been begging for your attention since came home, but you snapped because you were so frustrated with him. He apologised, but then you apologised back because you didn't mean to take it out on him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.  

But now he felt like it was his fault because you weren’t talking. He hadn’t even tried to message or call you, in fear of being yelled at because of it. He knew it was something so small to be blaming himself for, but he still did anyway.

There was no control of the falling apart of your relationship, because you had lives separate from your relationship. He took a seat in the sand on the beach, the sand getting between his toes as he wrapped his jumper further around him because of the wind.

He sat there quietly, listening to the waves crash against the shoreline just a few feet away from where he was sitting. He sat there thinking about you, and the way your relationship of almost six years was falling apart.

He sat in the sand, looking out at the foggy ocean because it had always been your favourite spot. You always came out to sit on the sand by the beach whenever you could, no matter if you were sad or happy, it was your spot. The sand by the beach was your spot, and his now, because you had showed it to him.

He just wished you were there beside him, giggling as his hair would brush up against your hair when he laid in between your legs. He wished that you were beside him, enjoying the view of the foggy beach. The thought of your relationship falling apart was his fault, which began eating him up inside because that’s just who he was. He couldn’t blame you, only himself for having so much free time, and not trying at the thought of being yelled at. And you weren’t here to stop him from feeling that way. 

Is it my fault, is it my fault?

We’ve been missing each other,

We’ve been missing each other.

My fault, is it my fault?

We’ve been missing each other,

We’ve been missing each other.