Shawn Mendes Imagines

PR stunt

Shawn's POV

I'm sitting in my condo, only half listening to what they're telling me. My publicists and of course, my manager, were here for a meeting but I didn't know why we had to do it at my place.

They'd been here for about half an hour when the doorbell rings. I get up, thankful for the interruption.

I open the door, and see Y/N standing there in tears. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

She looks past me, at the people sitting at my dining room table. "Oh god, you had your meeting today, I'm sorry I forgot. I'll just go."

She quickly turns around and starts walking away.

"Y/N! Wait!" I call after her but she doesn't stop. "I'll be right back guys," I tell them from the doorway.

I jog up to her to catch up, placing my hands on her shoulders to turn her around to face me.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

She sniffles. "Joe broke up with me and I wanted to talk to someone but I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Stop apologizing, I promise it's okay. C'mere." I pull her into a hug, resting my chin on the top of her head. "Do you wanna come in and we'll talk? I can make them leave."

She shakes her head. "No, no, don't. I can't let you drop everything just 'cause I'm sad, especially not if it's work."

"Well, why don't you go take a nap in my room and I'll come when I'm done? They'll be gone in half an hour or so."

She nods slowly. I wrap my arm protectively around her, and lead her back to my condo. We walk straight to my bedroom, ignoring the people at the table.

"Take a shower if you'd like. There's a fresh towel in the cabinet below and you can take a hoodie from my closet."

"Thank you, Shawn," she says quietly.

I smile, kissing her on the forehead and then closing the door and returning to the table.

When I sit back down, one of my publicists begins to speak again. "Okay, so, Hailey has agreed to the Met Gala and the AMAs, so you'll attend those together—"

I cut her off. "Forget it, I'm not doing it."

"What?"

"I said I'm not doing it. None of it. No PR stunt, no fake relationship."

They have been trying to get me to agree to one for a while now, saying that it would help my career.

I only said yes this time because the one girl I wanted was taken, and seemingly unavailable. I didn't really have a shot, so I agreed since it was for my career.

But now, this felt a little bit like fate. She just happened to show up during the meeting where we were working out the details? And she was now single?

I obviously wasn't going to force anything on her when she was heartbroken and just out of a relationship, but I also wasn't going to blow this by agreeing to be part of a PR stunt.

"What do you mean? What changed?" my other publicist demands.

"Everything. And I've changed my mind."

"Shawn, this is your career!"

"And this is my life! I said I'm not doing it, and that's final!" I exclaim, raising my voice a little.

They huff, not saying anything. I see Andrew eyeing me, and I think he knew what the real reason was.

"Well then, there's no point in having this meeting anymore." They gather their things and leave, Andrew giving me one last look before exiting as well.

I sigh. I'd have to apologize later and probably also give Andrew an explanation even though I could tell he knew already.

I lock the door behind them, and then head to my room. I knock on the door and there's no response so I open it and walk in.

I smile, seeing her laying on my bed, asleep, wearing what I knew was her favourite hoodie of mine. She was on the far side of the bed, her back facing me.

I climb on the bed hugging her from behind. She subconsciously snuggles into my chest, leaning further towards me. I smile again, knowing I had made the right decision earlier.

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A/N: school's out for me!! I'll have a lot more time to write now so yayyy

P.S if this was a little confusing, basically what happened was Shawn was gonna agree to be part of PR a stunt (a fake relationship) but then Y/N showed up and he said no because he loves her