Unity // A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter 23

Then it hit me, the DJ speaking  back at the party-

"Isn't he fantastic? Just arrived for the tour and already set to perform. This one's a keeper I tell you!"

Shawn was on tour.

Alongside me.

For 3 months.

"Ellie?" He  slowly repeated, exaggerating everyone syllable. He sounded uncertain, almost in disbelief. I can understand why.

"Ahh,  I see that you guys have met," My manager, Sarah, called as she scurried down the side of the table, checking that everything was going smoothly.

Little did she know that we had....met....before.

"So, Ellie, this is Shawn. And Shawn this is Ellie." She spoke in a singsong voice and found herself so amusing that she felt the need to laugh. We both just stared at her blankly, trying to guess how many glasses of wine she'd had tonight.

"He's replacing Vance Joy." She overdramatically nodded in emphasis. "Well go one then, hug, shake hands, however you teenagers greet thesedays.

Shawn put out his hand and I just awkwardly started at it. I was feeling so confused I just didn't know what to do. He quickly took back his hand and used it to adjust his hair, as if he never meant to offer a failed handshake. I could feel myself being watched carefully by Sarah so I stuck my hand out.

"Elvira H-Heyes. " I managed to stutter.

He smiled and clasped my hand, "Shawn Mendes."

Mendes.

Mendes.

Mendes.

Shawn Mendes.

Shawn Mendes.

Shawn Mendes-Verified Page-Musician/Band.

And I thought he wasn't famous. It was the only Facebook page that I looked at that I didn't click on. I thought I knew that he was ordinary. Well I guess you've got to make your best mistakes.

He let go of my hand and smiled at me. I blushed for some reason and stared at my empty  plate. Too afraid to look up. The plate was white, fired china. It had this shine to it to I could see Shawn's reflection. He was staring at me, intrigued,  whilst quietly drumming his fork on the table, in some sort of rhythm.

He had changed. Subtly.

He looked older, but still managed to look as innocent as when we met for the first time. His chestnut brown eyes were still just as inquistative, and I could feel them analyzing me as I looked down. I glanced  at his reflection, again, and I could feel  butterflies deep in my stomach. It was like the first time I saw him, but this time it was more powerful. There was something about his pushed-up hair and the way he rocked a suit, that drew me to him.

Almost as if on que, Shawn dropped his fork onto the floor with a small crash. He looks around awkwardly to see if anyone else had heard, but the noise of the chatter had consumed it . He looked at me and pulled a face before slowly ducking underneath the table to get it. I quickly closed my legs for safety. I couldn't help giggle, his height made him look so awkward trying to scramble underneath the tablecloth.

His hand appeared first, placing the fork back onto the table and he soon followed, his head popping up.

"Nice shoes," he chuckles as he clambers back onto his chair.

Oh fudge.

"I kinda didn't  have any heels so, um, yeah." I laughed nervously.

"They are cool, I wish I'd worn my trainers- these suit shoes are killing my feet." He grins, happy that we are talking.