Irreistable

1.

         "C'mon, Olive!" My manager, Scooter Braun, shouted from the double doors of the large recording studio. I had ran out of my apartment I had recently moved into because I was running a bit late. Since I was growing, and have finally finished high school, Scooter thought it would be smarter for me to move to Los Angeles so I wouldn't have to commute from Chicago and back. I smiled taking a few long strides towards the mirrored doors looking at my dark washed high waisted jeans, and flowy white off the shoulder peasant top. Perfect. I held my purse, and phone in one hand running down the path as my high pony tail filled with light brown hair moved in the wind. 

"I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow?" I questioned feeling my long brown lashes hit my bushy dark eyebrows i've grown to love since they compliment my stormy green eyes. 

"I wanted to walk you to your first studio session in LA after your nominations. It's sort of a tradition I have with everyone I manage," he smiled whipping the doors open. I nodded smiling as my brown boots hit the marble floor, and the sun hit my already tan shoulders. I've grown to expect anything from the weather because of the craziness in Chicago between the cold winters and humid summers. 

"The studio's are gonna be crowded because many artists are flying in for the Grammy's next week, so don't panic if you see some celebrities. I know you aren't used to seeing them," Scooter smiled probably recalling my freak out when I saw Beyonce with my very own eyes. 

"I'm never going to get used to it," I giggled along with Scooter stepping into the elevator rising to the familiar 9th floor. Once the doors open I immediately got engulfed in screams, and cheers. I jumped in surprise, but then saw a few members from my label, my day-to-day manager Jensen, and a few producers and writers i've worked with. 

"Congrats!" They screamed while a few bags of confetti were thrown, and balloons were outside of my normal studio. I giggled hugging people on the way to my studio saying thank you as they praised me for my recent nominations. The crowds started clearing as I was left with Gary, my regular sound guy, Scooter, Jensen, and 40, a producer i've grown attached to. 

I was walking down the hall way about to meet Scooter, and Gary inside when I saw a tall figure standing in the doorway of one of the studios. I kept walking looking at his eyes scan my person, checking me out. I wasn't used to this at all. I couldn't see his face because of my shitty eye sight dying to get closer so I could see what he looked like. As I got closer, my walk became more confident, and my eyes wandered around his muscular arms, and dark brown hair. Once I was feet away, I met eyes with the gorgeous man that is Shawn Mendes. I knew I started blushing because of the devilish smirk laid on his face as his arms crossed across his chest showing his buff biceps. I kept walking, eventually passing his studio keeping my gaze forward until I reached my door turning around to see his gaze still on me. Why was he so interested in me? I was about to ask when Jensen opened the door to my studio.

"Oh, there you are. Come on in, we have to start," she smiled holding the door open. I looked back at Shawn seeing him wink at me, then roll back into his studio. I snapped back into reality, and walked into my studio engulfed by beats ready to start my new projects.

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"Scooter, please let's take a break. We've been at this for 4 hours," I groaned rolling leaning against the studio wall with the mic a few feet away from me as well as headphones on the side of my face. 

"Fine. 15 minutes! Then we are coming back in because this is gonna be a hit. I know it!" He smiled through the glass panel as I smiled taking off the Beats, and walking out of the small booth picking up my purse, and leaving the large studio to the relaxing room down the hall. Scooter told me it was for people to calm down in, get a break, and just chill during long studio days. The room was filled with couches, snacks, bean bags, TV, and more entertaining things. 

I sat in a white sofa in the corner turning on the TV to watch the Chicago Cubs, my favorite baseball team because of hometown pride. 5 minutes into watching the game, and being on my phone tweeting about it the couch sunk to my left making my head turn. I see a focused Shawn on his phone leaning against the arm rest. I look around at the room to see 8 other couches he could've sat at, or the many chairs he chose to ignore, and sit next to me.

"Out of all the couches, this one?"I questioned looking at him, then turning to the TV seeing the Cubs start batting making me get distracted. 

"No other couch has a gorgeous girl sitting on it," Shawn smirked looking up from his phone, then back down. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't and went back to watching the game. Bases were loaded, Rizzo, Bryant, and Zobrist all around the diamond as Arrietta was ready to bat. This could be a grand slam. 

"It's not gonna happen," Shawn teased as I turned around to face him seeing him leaned against the back of the couch watching the game with me. I noticed I had inched up to the edge of the couch from nerves. 

"Oh, but it is," I said back in his same teasing tone. 

"Arrietta is a pitcher anyways. You think he's going to do it, then lets make a little bet. No grand slam, and I get your number, deal?" He questioned sticking out his had. I thought about it softly wanting to give him my number no matter the outcome. 

"Deal," I smiled shaking his hand, and leaning back into the couch watching the game more closely than ever. I felt his warmth closer, and closer on my body as a protective arm draped over my exposed shoulders. I looked to my side seeing his eyes already on my face scanning it. I looked back at his long lashes, and small lazy eye making my cheeks blush when I glanced at his pink plump lips. I was brought out of my gaze when I heard the smack of a bit hitting the ball. I instantly turned to the TV watching the ball soar into the crowd as all the boys rounded the bases. A fucking grand slam from a pitcher. God damn. 

"Fuck yes!" I shouted standing up from my seat and instantly started celebrating, and twirling in excitement. I glanced back at Shawn noticing his stare on my exposed torso as I waved my arms around. 

"Don't under estimate my Cubies," I giggled snapping him out of his gaze to meet my playful eyes. 

"Does this mean I don't get your number?" Shawn smiled up at me with pleading eyes. 

"You wanted to make the bet," I teased leaning over the couch picking up my purse looking Shawn in the eyes. His beautiful eyes. I gave him one more smile, and started walking out of the relax room. 

"Olive, please," I heard Shawn call making me stop in my tracks with a wide smile on my face. I turned around to see him looking at me with hopeful eyes on the couch. 

"You know my name," I smiled seeing his cheeks turn a bit pink. Holy shit. "See you soon Shawny Boy," I smiled twirling on my boots out of the room and down the hall way towards the studio. 

"You know my name, too!" I heard Shawn call making me laugh a bit while waving my hand. Time to get back to work.