PLASTIC HEARTS | shawmila

seven.

A/N: uh, mature content warning?

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Camila was still shaking by the time she got back to her hotel room. She demanded her own keycard at the front, so that she could go in from the hall door without having to see John. She'd texted Shawn that she was finishing getting ready, just to give herself a minute to think.

She couldn't believe John had threatened her over something so small. It was just three solid minutes that everything wasn't focused on him and he really reacted like that. In hindsight, he'd kept his true nature successfully hidden for a while. Either that, or she'd just never pissed him off before.

Camila always told herself that if any man treated her like that, there was no way she'd put up with it. She'd dump them in a heartbeat, but this situation wasn't the same. They weren't bound by love or even mutual respect like other relationships. They were bound by a contract.

She hated to admit she was actually afraid of what he'd do, or what would happen to her in she tried to tell Roger. What if the only way out of the contract was for Camila to leave the band, or what if Roger didn't believe her?

She caught sight of herself in the mirror. In her plain leggings and t-shirt, she almost looked the way she used to back home when she was just relaxing at home. Could she really go back to being that person, after getting to live these blissful weeks in her dream? Wouldn't it just be easier to let it go and stay on John's good side for the rest of the tour?

It wasn't something she could decide tonight, and there was no use in working herself up over it. Shawn was waiting for her. Camila decided against putting makeup back on or even dressing up. After all, she wasn't sure what this was—though she had a pretty good idea.

She lingered by the front door, her eyes going towards the door that connected her room to John's. She stepped out into the hall, locking her door and slipping the do not disturb sign over the knob before crossing to Shawn's room.

She tried to put on a happy face, shove down everything that had happened. She thought it would be impossible, until Shawn opened the door and smiled at her. She smiled back, already feeling better.

He leaned forward out of the doorway, looking up and down the hallway to make sure no one was coming before beckoning her inside. Camila stepped in and he closed the door.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure what to wear." She said.

"You look cute." He whispered and she smiled.

"So do you." She was already blushing.

He'd also changed into something cozier, in just sweatpants a sweatshirt, his scarf still on. He looked so warm and huggable. And kissable.

She turned away, surveying the room instead. He'd taken the blankets off the bed and laid them on the floor. There was also a serving cart from the room service, a silver dome covering the platter, and a bottle of champagne.

"What is this?" Camila asked, her heart pounding excitedly.

"Indoor picnic date." He said. He tried to shrug casually, but Camila could see him blushing.

"I can't believe you did this for me." She sighed, somehow already getting choked up.

"Well, you deserve to have a real date for once." Shawn reached for her hand. "Especially after tonight. You were so awesome on stage, your song was incredible."

"Oh, it wasn't that big of a deal." Camila tried to keep smiling.

"Yes, it was." He squeezed her hand. "Everyone loved it, Greta even said it was trending on Twitter."