Handwritten (Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Aubrey

"Will you help me write my album?". Shawn asked, looking at me with hope in his eyes. I wasn't sure if I had really heard what I thought I had heard. Me, help Shawn Mendes write an album?
"I hate to put pressure on you but I really need some help. If I can't write an album on my own, the way I want it then the business is going to find someone who will do it for me. I don't want that.". Shawn sighed as he sat back in his chair.
"Well of course not." I replied.
"Why is it that you are having trouble writing all of a sudden?" I asked, curious as to how Shawn Mendes who wrote an EP on his own can't write anything at the moment.
"I have this insane writers block that just won't go away. Every time I take the time to write something nothing comes to mind." Shawn replied.

I noticed the stress that he carried as if it was clearly visible on his shoulders. He looked tense and almost sickly, as if this pressure was driving him to insanity. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He carried so much pressure for a boy who was only sixteen.
"Sometimes I wonder, how can I be a artist if I can't even write a damn song." He chuckled, clearly it wasn't genuine.
"But you can write a song, you have before. You're a singer, songwriter. Maybe you just need that extra help to help get you through this writers block." I replied. Shawn looked at me for a second before focussing his eyes on his almost empty cup in front of him. His tongue grazed his lips as he nodded.

Shawn sat up, crossed his arms on the table, and stared at me.
"I really think you can help me." He said. He continued.
"This is going to be a big project for the both of us, but I think with your talents and mine we can make a really good album.".
"I'm not that great." I mumbled, brushing my arm with my hand. Shawn looked at me as if I were crazy.

"No, you're amazing. You have a real gift to write the music that you do. Your work is beautiful, yet you keep it hidden away in a folder." Shawn replied.
"You know what Aubrey?" Shawn asked. He didn't let me reply before continuing.
"Your talent has more potential to be played around the world, heard by millions rather than being collected in a folder, only to be heard by one.". If he was trying to sell me something I was sold, he had a way with words. He had this twinkle in his eyes. A big smile spread across my face.
"You really think so?" I whispered. Shawn nodded.
"I know so." He said.

I could tell that Shawn really needed my help, I could see it as if it were printed across his forehead in big capitol letters. This could be beneficial for me, one: I could use some of my music towards something, and two: I would get to spend more time with Shawn. Plus, not everyone can say they collaborated with Shawn Mendes.
"I'll make sure you are credited on the album, and we'll pay you." Shawn said.
"Pay me?," I asked, "But I already have a job.".
"But surly we have to give you something. I'm not going to let you help me for nothing." Shawn replied.
"I won't be doing it for nothing. I'll be helping a friend out." I smiled. Shawn smiled at my reply.
"I don't want your money." I said. Shawn wore a grateful smile.

He scratched the back of his head, staring at his cup again, before looking back up at me.
"So." He mumbled.
"So." I replied with a chuckle.
"Writing partners?" He asked, extending his hand out towards me. I smiled before reaching out to grab his hand.
"Partners." I replied, shaking my hand with his.

Shawn's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that I had agreed to help him write his album. I couldn't believe that he had asked me.
"Really?" He questioned. Our hands were still connected, still shaking slowly.
"Yeah. Did you think I was going to say no?" I asked with a chuckle.
"No. We'll I don't know!" He laughed, jumping out of his chair and releasing my hand from his as he did so. I stood up as he got up.
"Thank you, so much!" He said wrapping his arms around me. Now people were staring.
"You don't know how much this means to me." Shawn said. I could sense a little bit of the weight he carried lift from his shoulders.
"It's nothing, I'm just glad I get to know you some more." I replied, making his smile grow even larger. If that could have been any more possible.