Angel on the Streets {shiall}

14

Camila had literally demanded that Shawn come over before their dinner plan, for who knows what reason. When he woke up, he saw she had replied to his message and decided to go and meet her since he wanted to make sure she was okay after everything that had happened. She looked more worried about him when he finally did show up and he gave her forehead a quick peck, looking around her hotel room.

"How on earth did you afford this?"

"Just sold some of the little trinkets Enzo- my ex gave me." He sent her a sad expression to which she flicked his forehead quite suddenly. "The man is a psychopath. He did the unforgivable to you. I don't miss him, not even a little, nor do I miss his dirty money. He can keep it all. How are you?"

"I came over here to ask you the same thing."

"Yeah, I guess it is early. Have you been enjoying Niall's bed?"

"You are always so cheeky, God. Look, bottom line, I'm glad we've seen each other. I can stay longer if you want but I kind of didn't tell Ni I was leaving cos he and Jamie were all cuddled up and he looked so adorable and-"

"Oh, hell no. You two have been staying together too much. Give the man a chance to miss you, hermano. How else will you get him?"

"Miss me? Who knows when he'll have to travel back to the UK? I'll be the one missing him, I can't- d-did you just say get him?"

"Yeah, Shawn, I did. As a woman, one thing we know about bagging a man is keep him on his toes with anticipation. Make him sweat. Make him long for you. So he realises what he has." Shawn flushed and tried to stammer out a reply but she'd grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. "Now, come. While he waits, a new outfit is in order. Something... Sexy. Yeah?"

They spent the entire day trying in outfits together and eating from nearby places. He even got noticed a couple times, grinning in some pictures. He could only hope he didn't seem too awkward. He noticed he'd been getting tagged a bit in a particular photo and found it was one of the selfies where he had an arm around Camila's waist. It wasn't out of place for either of them but his fans were kind enough to tag Niall in it, too. He hoped he hadn't seen it.

Niall had, of course.

He'd been so bored waiting around for Shawn to reply to him at all that he was scowering social media at this point. He'd asked Camila and she said he was fine and with her but if he was okay, then why was he ignoring him? He racked his brain for how he'd messed up for quite a bit, but that only upset him more because he couldn't think of a thing. And then, of course, that stupid picture had people speculating about why Shawn was holding Camila like that. And to be completely honest, he went from a little pissy to totally furious when he saw comments about 'Shawnmila'.

Why Shawn had spent his day ignoring him and hanging out with Camila, he would never understand. He didn't care that he literally saw him all the time, he felt like she had encroached upon their time. He honestly wished he hadn't suggested inviting her to dinner, now but he'd done it just for the smile he got as a reward. The things he would do for Shawn's happiness.

The restaurant wasn't too crowded and kind of on the down low, at a corner quite like the one Shawn once sang at. As Niall walked over, on closer inspection, he caught that Shawn was standing there, looking confused and a bit nervous. Camila had been so busy getting him ready that she hadn't dressed herself, asking him to go meet Niall first and wait for her to make her appearance later. So he did. And maybe he was crazy but the outfit seemed to be getting a reaction out of his wide-eyed roommate?

"Holy shit, Mendes. Is it too soon to propose? Cos I will marry you for the sole sake of claiming that ass." Okay. So her plan definitely worked. Loose button up with most of the buttons undone, too-tight jeans, hair down and wild just like Niall liked. He looked perfect. He always looked perfect, of course but he felt like Shawn had gotten these just for him, it was certainly new and he liked that thought. Niall yanked his shirt, tugging the flustered boy closer while he shyly covered his face.