Shawn Mendes Imagines

Photographer

   (Y/N POV)

Standing in front of Island Record's skyscraper in New York City is kind of terrifying.

  Today I'm going to a job interview to be a photographer for someone famous. All I know is that he's a boy and he sings. They wouldn't tell me anything else because of some "private information."

  It's not gonna be private if he's famous. I suck in the winter air and my feet begin to take me into the building. Once I open the door the receptionist greets me.

I give her a smile and a wave before walking to the elevator and pressing the 16th floor of the building. It dings and I get in. As I wait for it to close some tall figure runs to the door.

"Stop!" he says. I panic and stick my hand between the doors to make them open again.

The boy gets makes it next to me and in the elevator and begins to stand there silently without a 'thank you'.

Snobby much? I thought as I begin to slide away from him. He looks at me and smirks. Awkwardness fills the air because it's pure silence except the distant sound of elevator music.

Once I reach the desired floor I get out quickly and begin to walk to the office door almost being late. As I open the door, the boy from the elevator walks pass me and goes in first.

"Ever heard of lady's first?" I grumble walking in too.

I clear my throat at the manager, I presume, looks up. He's wearing Harry Potter glasses with a collared shirt and khakis standing next to the boy in the elevator.

"I'm here for the position to become a photographer for a famous person." I say more as a question.

They just stare at me as I feel awkward and start to balance my weight on one side of my feet.

"Yes, you must be (y/n) y/ln), I've seen your photos. They are spectacular, your hired." Andrew announces.

"Do you wa-" I begin to say but then process what he just said.

"I'm hired?" I say in astonishment.

"That's what he just said." The boy says.

I scoff "And who are you?" "Shawn Mendes, the person you're going to take pictures of." he smirks.

I look at Andrew and he nods. My shoulders slumps and I groan.

"Is there a problem Ms. (y/n)?" Andrew ask.

"Uh no, so when do I start?" I ask to change the subject.

"Today, we've contacted your mother and she's packed a suitcase for you." Andrew says as he presses a button of a speaker and starts talking to it.

Seconds later a man walks in with my suitcase in his right hand. He pushes it to me and I reluctantly take it.

"Wait I don't even have my camera, how's this gonna work?" I ask.

"We have better cameras here for you to use. Shawn here is having a world tour. You'll be gone for a few weeks at a time. If you don't want to take that responsibility be free to leave right now. But if you would like to travel around the world and take photos of him." Andrew says pointing his finger towards Shawn. "We leave in 2 hours. So is that a yes?"