Taylor Swift Oneshots(Requests Open)

Happy Birthday ft. Shawn Mendes

*But when you're with me, I'll give you a taste, give you something good to celebrate.*

Long chapter ahead. Cute moments so read at your own risk.

Shawn's P.O.V

So my morning wasn't the same at all. I was so excited since Taylor wanted me to be the opening act of her tour 1989. Can you imagine?! Today the crew was treating me super nice. I have no idea why. Well it is my birthday but they don't know. So I accepted the breakfast in bed happily. The fluffy pancakes and fried bacon was so delicious I grovelled them in a minute. The chocolate milk was satisfying. Frypan (the chef) outdone himself again.
"So...." Taylor had sneaked up on him again. "Are you ready?"
"No." I whined. "I wanna rest. Did you know today is my birthday?"
"Oh!" Taylor gasped. "Well too bad." Wait what? She doesn't care.....ah whatever.
"Taylor, don't be mean."
"I'm the definition of mean." She teased and lunged forward with a pillow. I screamed and fell back laughing. I pushed her off...hard. She fell off the couch and onto the floor. "Ouch! I think I sprained my back."
"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"
"I just said-"
"I'm sorry." I helped her up and she winced. Then she punched my shoulder.
"Gotcha!" For a moment I froze, unsure of how to react. Then I grabbed my chocolate milk and poured on her. "What the heck!"
"That's what you get,"
"For messing with me." She finished. "I'm gonna go change. Better be ready when I get back."
I smirked. I know I'm cute when I do that.

She came back into the room with her outfit on and my makeup artist was just making me more handsome when she barged in and grabbed a lipstick, smearing my face with a reddish tint. I screamed as my face unravelled to become a killer clown. Taylor laughed like hell.
"Are you sh*t kidding me?" She doubled over and I rushed to the bathroom.
"Muchacho, come. Mamasita do better." That's right. The makeup artist was a foreigner. French or latin I don't know.
"My face," I cried. She pushed me onto the chair and worked her magic while Taylor eyed me.
"Wala!" She waved her hands. A smile stretched across my face.
"Damn you're good."
"Si, si. Now go muchacho."

Taylor's P.O.V

"Hey-" He brushed past me. I paused and mamasita looked at me with one eyebrow raised. I went out to search for him. "Shawn! You mad?"
"What time is it? Oh yeah. Showtime!" He continued on to backstage. I tightened my lips. My plan's working. He sang a few songs of his own being Stitches and all. I entered and made the crowd go wild. Fans screaming and snapping pictures. The flashes going on and off.
"Alright guys. I have a surprise and you guys are in kahoots with me." Everyone dropped silent suddenly, probably wondering what?
"Kamilah! Nicole! Bring it out!" They pushed a trolley in with a huge cloth draped over it. "Shawn, I just want to say thanks for joining us and sorry for bullying you." The crowd erupted into laughter.
"Wait is this a prank?"
I winked. He gasped. Kamilah and Nicole pulled the cloth and I sang happy birthday. The crowd joined in. He was stunned that he froze. I was literally so happy. When we were done I added, "You'll all get a cupcake as a token of appreciation."
"Thanks so much!" Shawn said. "You fans are everything." Then he turned to hug me. "Thank you Taylor. I love you so much. You taught me a lot. Except the bullying part."
I chuckled. "No problemo, muchacho."

This chapter is dedicated to DianaBane03 She's a big fan of Shawn Mendes and that explains the plot of the story. Anyway, this is a true story. Well part of it. The birthday is true but the bullying I'm not sure. P.S. ask Shawn if he was bullied cause Taylor is an expert at annoying you guys in the sweetest way possible.

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