It’s Just PR - Shawn Mendes/Harry Styles (Part Four)

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PART THREE

I spent the rest of my day at home. I didn’t feel like going out much after that. Shawn stood there shocked for a few minutes before he actually left. He finally took the hint when I muttered “we’re done” and left him and stomped upstairs.

I don’t want him anywhere near me. We’re done. It hurt to watch him hate me, think so easily that I could cheat. That I was the one who ruined our relationship, when we both know that that was far from the case.

The next few days, I keep lowkey for the most part. Days spent going between home and the studio. I meant what I said in my speech. There’s all sorts of inspiration in heartbreak right now. Heartbreak has always been my biggest motivator, it only took two days for me to come up with a new single. It’s fun and powerful, I love the feeling of the song.

“This is brilliant, Y/n.” Joan grins as she listens to the track that I wrote and recorded the previous day.

“I want to release it.”

“Right, we could do it next month after-”

“Nope, I want to release it tonight.” I am not backing down to Joan. If I release it months from now it defeats the point of how I feel right now.

“Y/n, we haven’t done any promo for it. We can’t just release it tonight.”

“Yes, we can. It’ll be a surprise for the fans. We can do promo post-release.”

It takes a little more convincing before Joan agrees. Lots of other artists don’t have much notice before releasing a song. I will be one of the many with a midnight surprise. Also, it’s a message to Shawn in a way. Just looking at the title, it might clue him in to how I’m feeling. If he didn’t pick up on it already. Shawn and I are done.

Over it.

“Alright, we’ll release it tonight.”

“Thank you.” I leave the studio and walk myself to my car. I drive home and think for a while. I know that this is what I want. I always feel better about my emotions after a song. Dealing with the whole Shawn Camila situation was too much. Now, I feel slightly more at peace.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” I ask, not bothering to say a hello to the person I called.

“Not much of anything. I actually just got home from the studio.” Harry answers. I don’t have to see him to know that he has a smug grin.

“Would you be interested in going out with me tonight?” I feel my cheeks flush out of nerves.

“Are you asking me on a date right now?” I can hear his tone is teasing.

“I am.” I bite back a smile. I don’t want to move too fast, it’s only been

“I would love to.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 8:00.”

I hang up before he can argue me on it. I’m sure he would want to pick me up, wherever we were going to end up, but I like the idea of driving. I like the control.

I make it back home with enough time to take a shower and throw on a casual yet cute outfit. I don’t exactly have a plan for what to do, but I know that I want to spend time with him. He makes me feel better with all of the other things going on around me, he’s safe. He makes me feel safe.

I don’t even get both feet on the ground when Harry is already walking out his front door, a proud grin on his face and what looks like a pep in his step.

“Hey-”

Harry pulls me in for a hug before I can say much else.

“Hello, love.”

“Ready?”

“Where are we going?” Harry walks over to the passenger side of the car.

“I have no clue if I’m being completely honest.” I glance over with a smile to catch him already staring, “I kind of just wanted to spend time with you.”

“Well that sounds like a pretty good reason to me.” He looks around a little and I keep driving without a destination, “Take a left.”

“What?” I laugh, taking the turn anyway, “Where are we going?”

“That’ll be a surprise.” He sends a wink my way and continues to give me directions until we end up with the beach on the horizon.

“The beach?” I grin. I’ve always loved the ocean, I have no clue what beach this is, but it’s beautiful.

“F’course.”

We both get out, I kick off my shoes. I carry them in one hand, Harry manages to take my other. We wonder down the beach, letting the water reach our toes every once and awhile. Eventually when our legs tire, we plant ourselves down in the sand.

“So, how are you doing?” He turns to actually look at me. I stare forward towards the sand for a few seconds before finally glancing his way.

“Is it bad if I say I’m actually doing okay?”

“No, it’s okay to be okay after everything, although I am surprised to get your call so soon again.”

“We’ve always been on that very thin line between friends and more, we’ve creeped closer and closer throughout the years. Until Shawn at least, but now? I feel like tonight we take the leap.”

“I would love to take the leap. Jump headfirst.” He smirks.

“Yet, still take things slow.” I smile, placing my hand on top of him. His hand has managed it’s way to my thigh.

“Slow, works. I can do slow.”

I roll my eyes knowing that Harry has never done slow before. He’s always been all in, we’re similar that way.

“Can I tell you a secret?” I smirk.

“Obviously.” He bumps into my shoulder with his lightly.

I grab my phone for the first time all night to look at the time.

“In a little less than two hours, I have a song dropping.” I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

“No kidding? That’s amazing.” He nods, “Any chance I could get a sneak listen?”

Shaking my head, “Joan is already mad enough with me making her release it tonight, and sneak previews and she’ll have my head. Plus, isn’t half the fun the anticipation?”

Harry and I walk back to the car, finding a food truck along the way to stop and eat. It’s messy, fun, and perfect. Seems to be a commonality in my relationships. It’s pitch black out, we sit in the car in silence for a few seconds. It’s been such a peaceful night, I don’t think either of us want it to end.

“I don’t want this night to end.” Harry mutters, practically reading my mind. His hand is playing with mine absentmindedly.

“Me neither.”

Harry’s hand slowly drifts from my hand to my face. He grazes his thumb across my cheekbone, pushing back a piece of hair that had managed to slip. I look up to meet his eyes that are already trained in on me.

“Can I-?”

“Yes, please.” I interrupt.

We both lean in, across the center console of my car. I can’t fight off a smile, thinking of how he makes me feel like a teenager again. A young girl, giddy and blushing in the car waiting in anticipation.

“Why are you laughing?” His voice a whisper, warm on my face.

“Nothing.” I shake my head, leaning impossibly closer, “Are you gonna kiss me now?”

His dimples make an appearance at my tease.

“Are you gonna stop laughing right when I’m about to kiss you?”

I nod slightly, finally our lips meet each other. His lips are soft and warm, his hand grips a little tighter on my cheek. I’m happy to lean in closer, furthering the kiss. All of the buildup and the years of being friends, yet somehow always almost more, are worth it.

He presses kisses down my jawline and creeping down my neck. Both of us are breathing heavy at this point.

“Hey-I thought we were taking things slow.” I laugh, pushing him back slightly.

“Right, slow.” He presses one more fast kiss to my lips and leans back into his seat. He runs his hand through his hair and gets his breath back.

“Do you know what time it is?” Harry asks, his cheeks red slightly, “It’s midnight.”

“It’s midnight.”

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It’s Just PR - Shawn Mendes (PART TWO)

Ft. Harry Styles:) PART ONE 

Shawn quickly storms away after that, much to everyone’s relief. It’s weird to see him act like this, let alone in front of so many people. This whole summer has been about his image, but it seems like tonight he doesn’t care for that a whole lot.

“I am so sorry for the way he was acting. Usually he isn’t so awful to other people, but his jealousy really does bring out the worst in him.”

“No worries at all, love.” Harry reassures, “Are you okay? I wasn’t the only one here he was saying hurtful things to.”

I take his words into consideration, and he’s right. Shawn and I fight, as most couples do, but ever since this whole PR thing started it’s made everything so much worse between us. Less dates together and our nights in were usually spent feuding the entire time.

“You never got to answer my question. What awards are you up for tonight?” Harry quickly changes the subject.

“Umm, Song of the Summer and Artist of the Year.”

“Wow.” He grins proudly, “Those are big awards! I’m sure you’ll kill it.”

“I hope so, I’m running against Seniorita for song of the summer. And then again against Shawn for artist of the year.” I roll my eyes. “Sorry, tonight isn’t actually supposed to be about him.”

“It’s fine, love. Just breath. You’re doing great.”

Harry reaches out to take my hand in his which I accept. Is this wrong? Shawn and I obviously have issues between us, but we never officially broke up. Why do I have to feel guilty about this when I know tonight he’s going to be all over her.

Harry and I only get to talk for a few minutes before the show officially starts. The host comes out and says his cheesy lame jokes that manage their way into every award show. Taylor Swift opened the show which was seemingly a bit awkward, even though it’s been years since her and Harry dated. Her performance was amazing and iconic, per usual, and things kept moving after that.

“I think you’re up next, love!” Harry leans in to whisper loudly over the cheers of the audience.

“Alright next up, we have Song of the Summer.” They continue to read off the other nominees, Harry teasingly leans in and bumps my shoulder when the camera pans to me and I roll my eyes with a smile nonetheless.

“And the winner is…”

They pause to open up the envelope and build up everyone’s anticipation.

“Ariana Grande with Boyfriend!”

I can’t help but grin widely not only for someone who is my friend to win, but more importantly for the song that has been ruining my entire summer to lose.

“Well, you’ve still got another one.” Harry encourages, his arm is laid across the back of my chair.

“I don’t care if I win. I’ve had a good night, thanks to you.”

His dimples make a reappearance while he humbly shakes his head.

“I’m actually really glad you called. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other. We’ve seen each other, but we haven’t hung out truly in years.”

He’s right. We stopped hanging out when I started dating Shawn. There had always been this unspoken connection between Harry and I. Once I became exclusive, it felt wrong to still be seeing him.

“I’m glad I did too.”

The lights in the room dim around us, meaning it’s likely there’s another performance about to happen. It takes less than a second to recognize the dreaded first notes to the song. Shawn and Camila both make their appearance and sing the song through, dancing together.

His hand grabs her waist and slowly slides down.

“Jesus.” I mutter.

Harry lets out a chuckle at my reaction.

“Let’s make a game of it.” Harry whispers, being a perfect distraction from the sight unfolding in front of me, “Let’s go take a shot everytime they do something cringey.”

“I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact I can’t tell if you’re joking. Or the fact that you just said cringey.”

We both breakout in laugher, the rest of the crowd is in awe as they finish the song. Harry and I are still laughing when I look up to see Shawn and Camila center stage, right on the edge. It looks like they were supposed to kiss, but now Camila is awkwardly leaning up towards him while Shawn’s focus is lasered on us.

“I can’t wait for this night to be over.” I whisper, the lights all go out and come back on again once the stage is cleared and they’re ready to move on with everything. They filter through more awards and finally they get to the category I’ve been most anticipating tonight.

“Alright, our last award of the evening is Artist of the Year. Here are our nominees.”

They continue to show everyone who’s been nominated this year, the camera pans to me and I smile and feel my cheeks warm slightly. Right after that it cuts to Shawn who I didn’t notice join the crowd somewhere. Camila is glued pretty close to his side, and every sense of guilt I had previously is gone.

“And the winner is… Y/n!” They cheer my name and my legs are standing me up before I can truly process it. Harry pulls me in for a tight hug and I smile. I quickly run around to the stage and up the steps. I hug the two people who were presenting and turn towards the microphone.

“I want to start off with saying that I am so thankful. I wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for my loyal fans who have always had my back. Speaking of loyal, I would also like to thank my friends and family. They have also gotten me here, and made me into the person I am today. I would also like to say a quick thank you for my inspiration behind my music. Love is always changing, so here’s to new inspiration.”

The crowd breaks out in a cheer and I hold out my award with a smile. I can feel Shawn’s eyes burning into me, but I don’t make our eyes meet. Instead, I smirk proudly. They guide me to the backstage where they take several photos for press. Eventually, I make it back out and find Harry.

“Hey, are you ready to finally leave?” He asks with a grin.

“Thank god, yes!”

He holds out his arm like the polite gentleman that he is and we walk outside and wait for his car to pull up. We both are in the middle of talking when we hear a voice clear their throat behind us. I turn only to be met with Camila and Shawn, closely behind us. I’m sure Shawn is the one who cleared his throat.

“Camila, you look lovely tonight. I love the dress.” I smile.

She hesitates and I can tell the compliment throws her off. Camila glances to Shawn, obviously confused before she sputters out a thank you and I turn back around. I have a proud smirk for catching her so off guard. I meant what I said, I wasn’t lying to her. She does look really nice tonight. Especially with my man on her arm.

“You’re an evil little minx, aren’t you?” Harry teases, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Trust me, this is nothing.”

In perfect timing, Harry’s car pulls up and he holds the door open for me to slide in first. Harry follows shortly after. I manage to catch a glimpse of Shawn’s eyes before the door shut. It’s a mixture of expressions across his face in a split second. Hurt. Anger. Jealousy. 

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Cruel Summer [Part 6]

ABOUT: Y/N is not happy about her boyfriend Shawn having to fake date Camila, nor is he happy about Y/N’s blossoming friendship with Connor

WORD COUNT: 2,160

NOTES: First off, thank you for being patient with this chapter. Lots of real life stuff going on, and then Y/N and her crazy emotions had me going all over the place! Anywhooo, I know this part is a bit shorter, but I felt like this was a good place to end before what happens next, which, I’m pretty sure Part 7 will be the series finale! So please keep reading and please let me know what you think of the story, and this part in particular! I love hearing your thoughts!

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Looking frantically between the two boys you watch in horror as Shawn angrily makes his way towards Connor, knowing that you can’t let this happen you quickly move to get in his way as you put your hands on his chest and push him back.

“Shawn, stop. It’s your birthday, let’s not do this today,” you practically beg, glancing back at Connor who is still shooting daggers at Shawn with his eyes. Thankfully you haven’t caught any unnecessary attention, but it certainly didn’t escape you that Shawn had just yelled for Connor to get away from his girlfriend, when clearly Camila was not anywhere in sight.

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Note: super sorry this took so long but school and work got very hectic. I’m not sure how I feel about this part so please let me know what y’all think! This little series is almost finished! xxx Also, big thank you to @local-neighborhood-biderman for helping me a lot!

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Shawn made his way down the hallway of the arena, ignoring everyone that tried to stop and talk. His emotions have been all over the place since Miami. Since he saw Connor and you kissing at the beach. The image hasn’t left his mind, no matter what he does. Everyone felt the change in him. He snapped more at the team. He doesn’t even try and talk to Connor anymore. The only person he doesn’t seem to snap at is Brian and you; but the only reason he doesn’t snap at you is because you’ve been avoiding him. Shawn just didn’t know that you’ve been avoiding almost everyone since then. 

The kiss you had with Connor was amazing and not going to lie, it happened again multiple times that same night when he hung out in your hotel room. Part of you felt guilty, however. The expression you saw on Shawn’s face at the beach that day broke your heart. You’ve also seen how he has been acting to everyone and didn’t know what to do. You never expected to be in a love triangle. Which is exactly why you have been avoiding both of them, pretty much everyone, since Miami.  

Currently, you were in the back of the arena, watching as the main stage gets set up. You didn’t feel like being around people and thought this was the best place, where no one would look for you. You were wrong. 

You heard the heavy footsteps before you saw him; knowing exactly who it was. It was the only person who knew where you go when you wanted to be away from all the people in the many arenas you’ve been to. 

“Figured I’d find you here.” Shawn’s voice reached your ears as he sat down next to you. The cologne you got him last Christmas lingered in the air. Shawn’s eyes trailed the side of your face as you continued to look ahead. She’s so beautiful. “You going to talk to me?” Shawn asked, his hand brushing on your shoulder as he rested it on the back of the chairs. 

“Don’t take it personal. I haven’t talked to a lot of people lately.” 

“I’m not just anyone. I’m your best friend. I’m your person.” You could hear the hurt in Shawn’s voice. His expression matched as you scoffed at his words. 

“Then where have you been these last couple of months?” Shawn went to answer but didn’t get the chance. “Oh, that’s right. You ditched me for her.” Now, you were pacing in front of him.

“You have not spent more than an hour alone with me since you started dating Camila. Do you think it’s a coincidence that anytime you are with me that she calls? Or that when she’s here, she never leaves your side? You don’t even see what she does to you. You act like she’s a perfect angel when she isn’t! She treats your entire team like slaves when she’s here. You are ruining the relationship you’ve spent years building with your fans, because of her. I mean for god sakes Shawn, you probably wouldn’t believe the shit she said to me.” 

You were out of breath at the end of your rant, looking anywhere but him. Shawn just sat there, shocked at the feelings and words you just expressed. He had no idea you felt any of this. You were right. He has barely spent any time with you since he got back. Hell, not just you but everyone on the team. 

“Wait, she said something to you?” Shawn asked, realizing what you said at the end. You didn’t answer. “Y/N, what did she say to you?” He was now standing in front of you, looking down at you. 

“She… she told me basically to stay away from you. That you belonged to her now and that you wouldn’t want a low-life, piece of trash that follows you around like an unwanted puppy.” Shawn’s heart broke at the tears that start to fill your eyes. You couldn’t have believed anything she said, could you?

“You know that’s not true right?” Shawn asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. You didn’t say anything, just looked down at your feet. “Y/N, you are my best friend. You have been with me through everything. My vine phase, me signing to the label, my first show. Remember when I bought my Jeep. Me and you drove around for hours with the windows down, blasting music and eating junk food. We didn’t have a care in the world, it was just us. ” His voice cracked at the memory. 

“You help me through my first anxiety attack; which doesn’t bother me as bad anymore because of you. You’re the girl….” He suddenly stops talking and you look up at him. 

“I’m the girl..?” You repeated confused. 

“You are the girl I am in love with.” Shawn whispered as his hands move to your cheeks, brushing his thumbs against them. Your eyes where the size of golf balls at his confession but you didn’t stop him as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. The kiss was breathtaking; it was full of passion, but sweet. His lips were soft and moved perfect against yours. Shawn pulled away after a moment, resting his forehead against yours; his curls tickling your skin. 

“It’s not real. It’s all for PR.” Shawn confessed, his voice so soft, you almost missed his words. “I didn’t realize how bad this would get out of control and you were right. She has made me act like someone I’m not and I am so sorry for everything she has said to you. None of that was true. And I am so sorry for acting like I did.” Shawn apologized. You didn’t say anything right away, just subconsciously played with his hair as his words spin in your brain. 

“I need time to think, Shawn. This was a lot to take in and I don’t want to hurt Connor either. He was really there for me.” You spoke as you back away from him, arms falling to your side. Shawn nodded, completely understanding. However, neither of you notice the blue-eyed blonde watching almost everything that happened between the two of you. 

The show went on as normal. Shawn, of course, was a rockstar and killed it. Connor did his job and filmed everything. You, however, didn’t attend the show; deciding to stay in Shawn’s dressing room and think about everything. 

Connor was the sweetest person. When you were sad about Shawn ditching you. When Camila made you feel so insecure about yourself and how Shawn viewed you; Connor was there for you. He picked you back up and made you smile. Connor made you feel good about yourself. Whether it was from a late night movie marathon or just letting you help him edit and film. In the short time you knew him, Connor became one of the most important people in your life. He was your friend first and along the way, feelings developed. Not just with him, but with you as well. 

Then there is Shawn. The rockstar had been your best friend all your life and knew everything about you. All of your best memories involve him. He was the person who would bring you soup when you were sick. He was the person who stayed up with you for hours and let you cry on his new shirt during your first heartbreak. Shawn knew how to make you laugh until it hurt. Despite everything that has happened these past couple of months, Shawn never lost sight of you. As cliche as it is, he was your first true love; and Shawn loves you. 

As you sat with your mind going a hundred miles an hour, everyone was making their way backstage. While most were on the aftershow high, two were not. Connor just finished packing all his equipment and was walking down the halls, looking for you. Shawn was finishing up a conversation with a few guests and was walking back to his dressing room, where he knew you’d be since he didn’t see you in the crowd with Brian. 

Connor saw the Canadian-singer walking in the direction he was coming from. The anger he has been subsiding all night was finally making its way to the surface. Without thinking, Connor rushes up to Shawn, pushing him back forcibly. Shawn looked at the videographer in shock but felt his own anger rise. 

“What the hell is your problem?” Shawn shouted. The two were now chest to chest and had everyone’s attention on them. 

“Why the fuck don’t you stop playing with Y/N?” Connor shouted right back. “The last couple of months, you have been a complete asshole to her, because of your little fling. Now, all of a sudden you want her?” 

“You don’t know anything. I fucking lover her. ” Shawn retaliated. 

“You don’t get that after what you did,” Connor growled, eyes narrowed. Shawn pushed Conner off of him. Everyone around them silently watching the heated exchange; not knowing what to do. 

“How do I know you care about her?” Shawn challenged. Connor had heard enough. Before anyone could react, his fist hits Shawn square on his jaw. Shawn did not hesitant, and quickly threw his own hit into Connor’s stomach. Immediately, the crew around them sprung into action, separating the two; not without struggle though. Shawn was a giant, to say the least, and was doing everything he could to get out of everyone’s hold. Neither of the anger-filled boys realized that all the commotion caught someone’s attention from down the hall. 

“What the hell is happening?” You shouted, running down the hall to see what all the noise was about. Andrew, Cez, Brian and Josiah were holding Shawn back while Matt and Zubin did the same with Connor. Both boys were red in the face and you could see the mark on Shawn’s lower jaw forming. “What is wrong with you two?!” Everyone stayed still. 

Connor refused to look you in the eyes, guilty that he played a part in this. He knew it hurt you to see this happen. Shawn stared at you, speechless. All you asked of him was time to think and he ruined that. Given, he didn’t throw the first punch but he did not hesitant to throw one himself. Both of them could see the pain in your eyes. They just didn’t realize it because you blame yourself for starting all of this drama. So, instead of saying anything else, you turned around and left. Alessia and Liv quickly following after you. 

What Connor and Shawn didn’t know was that you did not go to the hotel like they thought you did after you left. You went to the airport; to wait for the first plane back to Toronto.

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Drifting | Shawn Mendes

Anonymous requested: hello i love your work 💓 u write amazing!!!!!! i was wondering if u could write an angsty one shot wherein shawn and y/n have been drifting away bc shawn seems to always find excuses not to stay home with her? but y/n falls sick (nothing major just like a flu or smthn) from overthinking and shawn finds out and fLuffy ending??? pls?? it’s ok if not tho thank u!! i really love your work 🌺🌷

A/N: thank you so much for requesting and liking what I write, I’ve been a little self critical lately and a little insecure about my writing but I’m glad you enjoy! I know this isn’t the second parts to Love or You What? but I promise you they are coming.

Warnings: angst?

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She could feel it before she would admit it. The strings keeping them together slowly tearing apart.

Shawn would come to bed late, the same warmth she once found welcoming, now a scary, dreadful feeling. And when he thought she was asleep, he’d slip out the room, probably to sleep in the guest room, or to keep working.

She cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after that, and after that. She finally allowed herself to acknowledge that they weren’t the same, that they were slowly drifting away, heading different directions in the sea they once called love.

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I was right in front of him here!! He was pointing because two bras were thrown on stage and he said “I know it was one of you two” ASDFHLKKGH

He wanted panties on stage on got bras instead

I was right in front of him here!! He was pointing because two bras were thrown on stage and he said “I know it was one of you two” ASDFHLKKGH

He wanted panties on stage on got bras instead

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the tour biceps are truely an experience to remember. I’ll never forget the swell and large diameter of the tour bicep for the rest of my life

MET - Shawn Mendes

arghhh it didn’t turn out how i wanted but i hope you’ll still enjoy it!

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You’re staring at yourself in the mirror as the glam team is working hard on you. Not that you need that much work to look presentable, but because you are going all out with your look tonight and need everything to be perfect. Your appearance is going to be a statement.

Your phone buzzes on your lap just when Anna, the hair stylist starts applying gold onto your hair. You jump a bit at the cold feeling and meet her gaze exchanging a smile before you turn to your phone and open the message you just got from Shawn.

“No worries, I’ll be there right next to you. Xx”

Your last text explained how nervous you are to attend the Met Gala as his plus one. It’s going to be your official debut as a couple, something people have been waiting for months, to be sure since the two of you was shot at a restaurant early in your relationship. You both did a great job keeping things low-key but now is the time to set your feet into the public and officially appear as Shawn’s girlfriend.

It’s kind of unfair how men need half as much time to get ready as women, you’ve been up since seven in the morning, took the longest shower, shaved and moisturized your whole body making sure you didn’t miss a spot, then you had your nails done, perfectly matching your outfit and the glam team has been working on you since one pm. Shawn left early in the morning to have a quick studio session before it’s time for him to get ready, now it’s two pm and he is on his way back to the hotel.

A nervous sigh slips out through your lips as you lock the phone and put it back to your lap turning your gaze back to yourself in the mirror. Anna is working precisely on your hair, applying the gold to your slicked back ‘do. You’re still kind of overwhelmed by the fact that it’s actual gold, not just some fake golden paint. It’s going to match with Shawn’s look and you are excited to see how you’ll look next to each other.

“How am I going to get it out?” you ask her as she finishes up the painting and starts fixing the smallest details.

“Just wash it,” she smiles at you in the mirror. “Maybe you’ll need a few more rounds of shampoo but it should come out easily.”

Weird to think you’ll be washing thousands of dollars out of your hair and watch it go down the drain, but you keep it to yourself. It’s the Met after all, you should be as extra as possible.

Just when Anna finishes your hair the door opens and Shawn walks in, wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. His eyes fall on you and a wide smile spread across his handsome face.

“Wow, you look amazing!” he breathes out stopping a few steps away from you, admiring your final beauty look. For your eyes you went for a dramatic smokey look with golden in your eyebrows, your lips are a nude color with a thin golden line running from under your nose through your lips down to your chin. You’ve never looked this extra and never thought you’d ever be going out looking like this, but you have to admit you are excited.

“It’s your turn,” you grin at him standing up from the chair and fixing your bathrobe. Shawn leans down for a kiss, but you turn your head. “Nah, you are not ruining my makeup,” you warn him with a look. He pouts his lips at you looking like a puppy, but your mind can’t be changed. He won’t just mess everything up with a kiss.

You caress his cheek and the push him towards the seat. A few moments later Anna is working magic on his hair. You manage to force a few bites into you, not wanting to faint on the pink carpet later, and sitting on the bed you watch Shawn getting his hair done.

Soon Andrew arrives as well and he is completely satisfied with your look so far.

“It’s going to be amazing, don’t worry,” he encourages you seeing how scared you are.

“What if I fall?” you ask, worried to death. You’ve been thinking about all the possible ways to humiliate yourself out there in the past couple of weeks, almost giving you nightmares.

“You won’t, Shawn won’t let you,” he smirks glancing over at the man in word. Shawn smiles at us from the mirror wiggling his eyebrows.

When it’s past four Tiffany advices you to start putting on your dress since it’s not an easy task.

“Let’s move over to the bathroom,” she suggests and you nod in agreement.

“See you in a bit!” Shawn calls out as he is getting his makeup done, which is basically just some corrections on his skin.

Tiffany and you occupy the huge bathroom of your hotel room, your dress is lying in the bathtub since this was the only way not to wrinkle it. After handling your underwear situation, with the help of Tiff you manage to put the dress on in about fifteen minutes.

It was a long debate to decide on your dress. The gold was the only sure thing since Anna knew from the beginning this is where she is going to go with the hairstyles, but it didn’t give much leads on the dress. After weeks of searching Tiffany finally found the perfect choice. A fully golden Saint Laurent dress with a daring cleavage and a huge skirt that has a barge that’s quite the statement. The whole dress is made of a kind of flowy material and has a nice metallic effect, perfectly matching the hair.

When it’s finally on Tiff helps you with your simple black heels and then admires her work with a satisfied smile.

“You look amazing. Shawn will lose his mind.”

She advised to not let Shawn see your final choice before the big day and now you’re kind of nervous to step out of the bathroom. Tiff leaves you alone to build up your courage and also to put your rings on while she dresses Shawn quickly. You stand in front of the mirror examining your final look. There is no question you are quite extra, doing justice to the theme of the gala, but the butterflies in your stomach just wouldn’t stop. You question your choice to make your first official appearance on the Met Gala, it would have been nerve wrecking at any other event, but the Met adds some more to your worries.

You fix your dress and try to let go of all the negative thoughts you’ve been building up in your mind in the past weeks. You hear a knock on the door and Tiff’s head appears.

“You ready for the reveal?” she asks and you force yourself to nod before you could change your mind.

She gives you an encouraging smile as she holds the door open while you slowly walk out. Shawn is standing in the middle of the room, dressed in his black suit and he is fixing his collar when his eyes land on you and he immediately stops mid-action.

“Fuck,” is the first thing that slips his mouth, making everyone laugh in the room.

“Is it that bad?” you ask knowing well it was totally an amused expression.

“Are you kidding me? You are fucking gorgeous! Babe, I think I fell in love with you again!”

You can’t help but chuckle at his words as he walks over to you taking a closer look at your final form. His hands find yours as his eyes roam your body and the dress, still fully amazed by you.

“So beautiful,” he adds smiling at you proudly and his reaction truly warms your heart giving you the boost you needed.

Soon you both are sitting in the car on the way to the Gala, you are sitting sideways not to wrinkle the back of your dress and Shawn is holding your hand, running his thumb on your skin back and forth in a soothing way.

“Hey,” he speaks up getting your attention. “Don’t stress. It’s gonna be alright.”

“What if I-“

“No what ifs,” he says cutting you off. “You have to remember two things.”

“What two things?” you shyly ask.

“One, you look absolutely beautiful, like, mind-blowingly gorgeous.”

You blush at his compliment, thinking how adorable he is.

“And the second?”

“The second is that I love you. And no matter what happens, I’ll love you the same way, or even more at the end of the night. No one can change that, so don’t worry about tonight.”

Your heart melts looking at him. He truly is the most wonderful man to walk this Earth and you have no idea how you got so lucky to have him in your life.

“I want to kiss you so bad, but I don’t want to mess up my makeup,” you sigh making him chuckle.

“I know. You can make up for the kisses when we are back at the hotel,” he winks at you making you blush.

His small peptalk kind of worked. When the car stops and it’s time to get out you feel less nervous. You are still shitting your nonexistent pants, but you don’t feel like you are about to pass out. Shawn doesn’t let go of your hand as you make your way to the carpet. Right before you are about to step out there he turns to you looking deep into your eyes.

“Remember, I love you.” He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

“I love you too,” you tell him, wishing you were able to kiss him, but your eyes tells it all.

A few moments later you are standing on the pink carpet of the Met Gala and people are losing their heads over the two of you. Shawn keeps you close to his side, but also lets you shine since everyone loves your dress. You keep posing for the cameras, Shawn occasionally steps back and fixes your dress without you even asking him to do so. As time passes by you feel more and more comfortable in your skin. You are definitely starstruck by all the celebrities around you, but it’s excited to be a guest.

Later, when you are back at the hotel after the wildest night of your life, the gold is gone, you are wearing one of Shawn’s hoodies and panties while he is in his boxers, laying on the bed, you are checking the photos from the pink carpet.

“Baby, we look like a power couple,” he proudly states staring at the screen. He is right, your appearance matched in the best way and everything was on point. “Can I post this?” he asks showing a picture where he has an arm around your waist and you are looking at each other smiling. He was still taller than you even with those heels on you and it makes you smile.

“Yeah, it’s a cute photo,” you tell him and watch him save it and open it in his Instagram.

“I have the best caption, don’t look,” he tells you turning the phone away as he types the words in.

You get your phone from the night stand and wait for the notification to arrive. A few moments later it pops up and seeing the caption you start laughing.

“I think I just MET the love of my life.”

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Alone Together | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn have been friends since you were in high school. The two of you never got together, the time was never right. Now at twenty five you’ve got a lot on your plate and Shawn is there to help out. [non-au] [fluff] [sfw]

Word Count: 10k

|Masterlist In Bio|

A wedding dress hangs in the closet of a house that’s not yet lived in. New things fill the rooms, the paint smell and new wood odor not completely gone yet. Funny. You’re not sure why you decided to bring the dress to the house first, maybe just to put new with new, maybe just to remind you of what was never meant to be. You look around. Everything is perfect, beautiful and so…lonely. Never in your life had you had a new home, never did you have all new things. This was a first and you just have the hardest time wrapping your head around the fact that this is all yours. It’s all yours and no one else’s.

The phone rings and you pull it from your pocket. It’s Shawn. Your best friend from high school, your long time crush, the one guy you trust above all others. “Hey,” you answer softly.

“Hey, what’s up?” It’s so good to hear his voice. Soothing and just as calming as you remember. It’s been ages since he’s called. You always text, and even then with his hectic schedule he doesn’t always have time to chat.

“Nothing. Just bringing stuff to the house.”

“Oh you did get it! The documents were in your name then?”

“Yep.” You lay back on the unmade bed and stare at the fan overhead turning lazily on low. “Everything is in my name. The house, the car, I took everything.”

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Because I Had You | 2

Shawn paced back and forth in his small hotel room as he listened in on Andrew’s phone call to book him a flight home. He didn’t care that he was in the middle of a world tour, all Shawn cares about is getting home and getting himself out of this sticky situation with his girlfriend.

He should have known she was going to listen to the album before he got home. If he were in her situation he sure as hell would have too. He now understands how stupid it was of him to ask her to wait and listen to the album, he should have just told her what was going on before the album came out and avoided all of this.

He ran his shaky hand through his hair once more as he anxiously waited for Andrew to book the next flight home.

Andrew didn’t exactly know what happened or why Shawn was in such a rush to get home. Shawn didn’t give much explanation when he burst into the room demanding a flight home, so Andrew assumed it was something important or else Shawn wouldn’t be so persistent.

He knows better than to fly home the night before a show.

“Okay,” Andrew announced as soon as he hung up the phone. “Your flight leaves in a few hours and I’ve already called a car to pick you up.”

“Thank you,” Shawn exhaled, somehow feeling the slightest bit relieved by this information. “I need to get home so bad man, it isn’t even funny.”

His bags were already packed and all he had to do was wait a few more excruciating hours before getting one step closer to his girl. He couldn’t stop thinking about how hurt she sounded on the phone earlier, how broken she was by the thought that Shawn didn’t love her, and he hated it.

He hated seeing her upset like this, especially when he wasn’t even home to explain things and make her feel better. Instead, he was trapped practically on the other side of the continent while she was at home, hurting.

He picked up his phone to check if she had returned any of his calls or messages only to reveal he had no new notifications, just like last time he checked five minutes ago. Sighing, Shawn clicked his phone shut before aggressively throwing it across the room, not caring if it broke when it hit the wall.

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fallingforyou

hi! this is my first ever fic (actually, post???) on tumblr, so i’m sorry if it’s trashy lol, i’m not used to anything here. also, i’m not a native english speaker/writer, so i apologize for any grammar/vocabulary mistakes. HUGE thanks to @sauveteen for helping me with this and for being such an amazing and supportive friend, i love you! i’m 1000% sure no one’s reading this, but i hope you like it! i don’t usually use second person or “y/n”, but here goes nothing!!! i don’t think there are any real warnings i gotta give you, just bad writing and language i guess jsnsjnsjsbsj. also!!!! i’m open to critics, any kind, really! if you wanna talk shit about myself and my writing, just go ahead, i might actually join you lmao, so just hit my asks! this is an oneshot, the title is based on the song fallingforyou by The 1975, but the story isn’t (well i had the idea for the title after writing it and if you search the lyrics it kind of matches bUT the story isn’t as sad as the song i guess), i tried to make it fluffy. xx

Y/N’s face lights up the moment she sees Shawn coming out of the departure aisle among the crowd, wide smile and sleepy eyes staring at her. She starts running in his direction and he drops his bags just before she jumps on him.

Shawn’s arms hold her tightly and Y/N can feel teardrops falling from her eyes. They’re happy tears, though, because she finally has her best friend back, after endless months on tour.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers. Y/N smiles and hugs him tighter. “But you’re killing me, I still have to breathe, honey.” She laughs and they let go.

Y/N swears his laugh is her favorite sound on Earth, music to her ears. She missed this. His hugs. His laugh. Him. Because one thing is face timing three times a week, and another is getting to hold each other, touch each other and actually spend time together.

“Come on, I want to get home soon.”

Y/N leads the way out of the airport to her car and in a blink of eyes they’re on their way to Shawn’s (super fancy, she might add) condo.

During the ride they talk about everything and anything, Shawn shares with her his best memories of tour, tells her how much he missed Canadian stuff like Tim Hortons, hockey and people actually being nice, in his words. Y/N loves the way he talks about stuff he’s passionate about, so when he’s telling her about how much he already misses performing and how excited he is to start working on his next album, her heart might’ve flipped three times in a role.

They’re soon inside his apartment and Shawn goes straight ahead to the bathroom, claiming he has to take a shower right now or else he’ll die, he also tells Y/N to make some popcorn. They agreed on binge watching Harry Potter for his first night back home. It’s almost a tradition, honestly.

There’s only one problem. Y/N’s one of the most indecisive people ever and doesn’t know which flavor she should choose. Because there are just so many options! She thinks. Cheese. Caramel. Butter. Cheddar.

Y/N doesn’t even realize she’s been talking to herself until Shawn’s in front of her, laughing his ass off.

“You haven’t made anything yet, have you?” She rolls her eyes at him, ironically, because she knows how much he hates when people do this.

“You know I can’t!” He looks at her, deep in her eyes, and suddenly she’s sweating a little.

“I love you a lot, but will you please just make a decision already.” She shakes her head.

 “This is very important, it has to take time.” It’s his turn to roll eyes, and he makes sure she sees him doing it, because he literally pops his head right in front of her face, and considering this almost slender man is 6’2” and she’s 5’4”, it actually takes some effort to do that.

“It’s just microwave popcorn!” She makes those puppy eyes that never work, not even with old, naive people and Shawn just has to laugh.

“But what if I choose the wrong flavor!” He grabs both her shoulders and shake them.

“There’s no wrong flavor! They’re all good, or else I wouldn’t have bought them!” When he lets her go she stands still in front of him, arms crossed and a shit eating grin on her face.

“Funny. You said that about pumpkin stuffed Oreos.” His face goes serious.

“That was a one time thing.” Y/N slaps his right arm.

“You made me eat the whole package.” Shawn smirks.

“I didn’t make you do anything.”

“You little piece of shit. Shawn, you told me you’d tell Connor I had a crush on him if I didn’t eat everything!” He goes serious for a moment before slapping his own thigh and laughing out loud.

“I would never.”

After discussing for some time, they finally got everything ready and settled on the sofa in Shawn’s living room, by the end of The Prisoner of Azkaban, Y/N was somehow curled up by Shawn’s side, her head laying on his chest, her arms hugging his waist and his hands were softly drawing circles on her back. It was during the 5th movie, when Shawn made a comment and she didn’t answer him, that he finally realized the girl was asleep.

It was also then he realized he might be slightly in love with her. If he’s being honest, Shawn’ve known for a while. God, everyone knew except for her. Even the fans started shipping them. He didn’t know if it was the way she could make him laugh and smile no matter the situation, how her small hands touched him the softest way possible, how she wouldn’t mind him calling her in the middle of the night when he was homesick or couldn’t sleep, the way her eyes crinkles when she smiles. Her smile. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something about her, something making him fall. Hard and fast.

Shawn carried her in his arms to his bed and went back to the living room, he wasn’t feeling tired at all.

Just as he started The Deathly Hallows Part 1, Y/N came back from his bedroom and asked him “how the hell did I end up asleep in your room?”. Shawn could see she was still tired and dragged her back to his bed, but everyone knows Y/N is a stubborn piece of shit and such a pain in the ass, right? So she refused not to finish the whole series and when Shawn said they could do it the next day she started bragging about how he’d finish it without her and made (not that it took much to convince Shawn) him stay there with her. That’ how they ended up lying down in front of each other. In silence. For a couple of (infinite) minutes.

Shawn couldn’t stop thinking that dammit, Harry Styles was right, comfortable silence is so overrated.

But then Y/N took the strand of hair that was falling on Shawn’s face and his world suddenly stopped and he was so sure that if Inside Out was real, those little creatures that control his mind were either dead or hardcore panicking because he didn’t know what to fucking do.

And Y/N probably noticed because all of a sudden she stopped in tracks and just stared (wide eyed) at him.

After some awkward time, Shawn thought screw it, this can’t get any worse (spoiler alert: it could).

“Y/N?” His voice is barely audible.

“Yes?” And so is hers.

“You’re really beautiful.” Y/N blushes. And Shawn immediately regrets this, but now it’s too late.

“What?” He has to think carefully before answering that.

“It’s just…I always see you dragging yourself down because of your looks. And I just wanted you to know how beautiful you are. You’re gorgeous, anyone would be lucky to have you. And your inside is also beautiful, you’re kind, loving, funny…” She laughs a little, trying to hide the tears almost escaping her eyes. Not that Shawn haven’t noticed them.

“Shawn…where is this coming from?” She doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to delude herself thinking that Shawn just might feel the same way she does.

“Y/N?” He nervously smiles.

“Yes?” Her voice is soft and Shawn mentally punches himself for thinking how it’d sound like while they’re making love and she’s calling out for him.

“We’re best friends.” Ha. She thinks.

“We are.” Shawn’s hand suddenly cups her face and start counting her freckles. They’re both silent, the only audible sound is the rain outside.

“What would happen if we fell in love with each other?” The spark inside Y/N’s chest comes back and she fails at not smiling.

“I don’t know. Why?” He nervously swallows.

Silence.

“Shawn?” She’s the one whispering now.

“Yes?” He tries not to loose his shit when she starts drawing on his left arm with her nails.

“Do you think you’re falling in love with me?” He smiles. An awkward smile.

“I think you know the answer.” She looks right into his soft brown eyes and Shawn could swear his soul left his body right then and there.

“Do you plan on doing anything about it?” Y/N doesn’t know where the courage she had to ask him this came from, but she’s glad it was there.

“Do you want me to do anything about it?” She can feel her stomach flipping around and hear her heart screaming YES!!!! a thousand times.

“Maybe. But I’m tired, and I think we have time.” They’re both smiling at each other like idiots. Lovebirds. They could hear Shawn’s mom, Karen, saying.

“I think time is relative.”Shawn says.

“How come?” Y/N smirks at him.

“Whenever I’m with you, time seems to pass way too fast.” He’s smiling at her.

Y/N shakes her head, starts laughing and leans in. She holds Shawn’s cheeks and kisses him, it doesn’t take long for him to kiss her back, it feels right and warm, they both taste like popcorn but it doesn’t feel like a problem for any of them. After some minutes they’re smiling at each other.

“I think I’m falling for you too.” She says.

“I could’ve guessed.” They both laugh and she softly slaps his face.

They end up falling asleep with her on top of him but none of them mind the next morning because it feels like fate and they’re certainly not complaining.

Third Time’s a Charm | Pt. 1 (a)

hi! this is me redoing Don’t Deserve This, a one shot i wrote long long looong ago that a lot of people wanted me to continue so! here’s a rebranded, redone version of it! part 1 is divided into 2 because i had a lot to write and it was getting too long! but thank you so so much to @holdonmutual for helping me with EVERYTHING (esp. the portuguese) AND @hunshawnmendes for helping me with all the kiddy stuff! i’m very insecure about this, but pls enjoy. ily. (kinda confusing, this part. will make sense as the story progresses) (there’s going to be a time jump after part 1 so this is still the?? past?? i guess)

TW: allusion/mention of abortion

Anya knew that Shawn didn’t want kids.

It wasn’t a matter of not wanting them, it striked her then. Shawn wanted kids more than anything, he had told her. But not then. Not now, not right now, not in the near future, please no. She knew this because of two unforeseen, out of nowhere pregnancy scares that had left the two of them shattered, shaking, and grasping for each other in despair. Shawn wanted kids, sure, but not then, and definitely not anytime soon, either.

Stood to reason, then, that Anya curled up on the bathroom floor and cried, no, sobbed into her hoodie until the cotton soaked up all that it could and her eyes had run dry when the two pink lines showed up on her test. Normal protocol was to be worried, cry a bit, tell Shawn, and wait for him to make everything okay. But Anya didn’t know if this could fall under normal protocol, not anymore. Not after the fight that had almost bridged the two of them apart, stranded them in places that took days to get out of, caused a rift that took weeks to mend. The only difference was that Anya wasn’t sure then, but she was so, so, so sure this time around. She could feel it. She could feel it growing inside of her, twisting in her stomach, pulling at her heart. Choking her with the constant reminder that Shawn didn’t want this.

Gasping, Anaya stumbled onto her knees, her hands curling around the lip of the toilet bowl as her stomach lurched. Empty heaves pulled at her very core, hot, painful tears blurring her eyesight. Anya always knew what to do. She was the one person that all her friends could turn to for actual, solid advice, because Anya always knew what to do.

Then, there, bent over the toilet in her boyfriend’s bathroom, for the first time in her life, Anya had no idea what the fuck to do.

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my heart… just shattered… into 37183 pieces

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