The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)

Chapter 33

Today was the day. it was the day had to sing in front of millions upon millions of people. Sean had come over this morning to pick me up and make sure I was okay: but in all reality, I wasn't.
If okay was the sun, then I was Pluto: I was far from okay.
The nurse Artie start to hit me as I walk up the stage side to rehearse. Masonic tenses in all things go black. I feel a comforting hand on my shoulder and I take in a sharp breath. Shawn smiles down to me with that heartwarming smile could stop a tsunami in its tracks.

"You'll do amazing, beautiful."
I let out a sigh and stare at the empty seats that will soon be filled. Id never done anything like this before and frankly I didn't want to.
I was afraid,
What was I afraid of you might ask? the constant hate; the hate, the pain, and the stress that would all float my way after this all goes down. I think what hurt me the most was that if this goes bad not even Shawn can stop the haters. Scenarios of what could go wrong all hit me at once. The pad of Shawns thumb comes up to wipe my few stray tears away.

"You'll be absolutely fine. I'll be up there with you, singing to you," he reaches down to move my hair away from my face gently before he continues, "and making you feel special."

I let out a small smile and nod.

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"You guys are the reason that this is all possible and I can't thank you enough for being a major part of my life. We're going to take a short break so I can catch my breath and not pass out. I love you guys!"

Shawns voice echoes through the stadium as I stand behind the curtains in my go to heels and flowy, flower dress. My hair is in loose curls and I have a visible smokey eye present on my eyes.

***A/N: outfit in media bar***

When he sees me he smiles with his teeth and wraps his arm tightly around my waist. I playfully push him off.

"You're so sweaty it's physically affecting my nasal passageways." I say in my best white girl voice.

"BECKY PLEASE IM NOT EVEN SWEATY!"

I throw one hand up to cover my mouth and the other to cover his. My eyes widen as he licks the palm of my hand.

"NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!" I playfully sit on the ground and wrap myself around his leg, forcing him to drag me down the hall to his dressing room.

"Release!" He says in between chuckles.

"NEVER!" I cling on tighter to him and close my eyes tight like a child.

"Don't make me tickle yo--"

I immediately release his leg and get to my feet, striding fast across his dressing room to his couch where i immediately plop down and cover myself up with a blanket to avoid being tickled.

"Teagan you're such a child!" He pokes me slightly as he plops down next to me.

Before I know it I'm uncovered and being attached with kisses all over my entire face.

"SHAWN I HAVE A FACE FULL OF MAKEUP ON!" I try to state but it just makes him kiss more of my face.
My forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin are now covered in wetness from Shawns lips. I wipe it off with my arm.

"You did not just wipe my kisses away!" Shawn says taken aback.

At this I chuckle and grab his face with both my hands and kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back willingly but quickly pulls away.

"You. Have to get out there and sing your little heart out."

For awhile I had forgotten about singing.

Shawn grabs my hand and pulls me into him as we stand up. He leads us to the door, then to the curtains, then on the stage. The crowds response is overwhelming as we approach the middle of the stage.

"So I have a surprise for you guys. She's right here. And we're going to be singing. A song. For you guys." He says highly awkward into the microphone. I let out a forced smile and try not to breakdown.

The song begins to play and I immediately recognize the tune as emotions by Mariah Carey. I give a loving glare to Shawn as I take the mic and begin to sing awkwardly.

The music carries me away as I effortlessly hit the whistle tone and Shawn takes over the chorus. I harmonize with him and he smiles deeply into his mic.

By then end of the song, we were both breathing heavily and smiling like fools. The crowd roars in applause and I hurry off the stage. Shawn meets me in the back taking my face in his hands, smiling like a proud father.

"You did it." He says.

"I know. And I couldn't have done it without you."

A/N:

NO CLIFFHANGER YAY! But aweeeeeeee T and Shawn are adorbzzzzzzzz