Unity // A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter 27

11th July

I had woken up late. I had rushed up, showered, dressed and eaten breakfast at the speedof light and was just about 'on time' to meet Shawn. Only to notice, when putting on my shoes, that I had misread the clock, and in fact had another hour and 40 minutes to go.

In the frantic rush, I hadn't even had time to look at my phone this morning, nor had a chance for a cup of tea. I pressed the power button on my phone and put it down; flicked on the kettle and took a tea bag out of the box and placed it into a mug.

My phone buzzed on its place on the kitchen counter. I finished filling up my mug with water from the kettle and, whilst the tea brewed, picked up my phone.

BOOM!

NOTIFICATIONS.

I was mostly being tweeted- thousands of mentions. I love each and every one of my fans, and even though I had a relatively small fan base - I was already feeling the social media strain.

But I loved it - fans talking to one another, it made it like a family. I felt for the bigger celebrities though, it must be super hard to keep on track of it all. I would have to be on my phone 24/7....which I pretty much already am.

But as I scrolled down my twitter notifications, a few tweets seemed to stand out.

@abcbella: @magconlauren yeh and the pictures r just too cute

Pictures?

@connie978: eww why is shawn hanging out with that slut? She is soooo ugly and she cant even sing

Shawn?

Slut?

@aoifelovescookies: @shawnmendes @elviraheyes i ship it

@luvmendes2000:I normally dont really like girls that get close to shawn, but i like her- if they are dating i approve

@yolomendes: eww who even is she wtf

I turned off my phone and sank onto the side of the counter.

Pictures?

What pictures?

The tour pictures?

Had Shawn seen them?

My question was soon answered.

Scrolling down notifications on Instagram- I was tagged in tonnes of posts.

Pictures of me and Shawn at the park.

One of us meeting.

One of us talking.

One of us running.

One of us hiding.

One of us hugging.

He had to of seen them.

It felt like my personal little bubble had just burst. I was no longer quite unknown, as I previously thought. Pictures were secretly taken without me even knowing. That was the thought that made me shiver.
I guess people didn't mean to take them for harm- more like to say 'I saw Shawn Mendes at the park today!'

I just happened to get in the way.

I didn't mean no harm - it was just a friendly meet up - but his loyal fans wouldn't see that. They protect him. The best kind of fans. The hate is just them looking out for him.

That's what I would tell myself.

When I heard I was going to be big, I imagined that everyone would like me, enjoy my music and accept me. But I was too naive. Not everyone would like me, much to my dismay.