Texting / Shawn Mendes

Flying

"Pack. We are leaving in an hour."

"What?"

"Come on. Your mom said you can come. It's only for a few days."

"I don't get it."

"Just pack baby."

"What am I even supposed to pack?"

"Summer clothes."

"You know I hate this."

"I know, last minute decisions is not your thing but we are going, so get over it." He laughs.

"Help me out."

1 hour later and we are sitting in the airplane. Shawn has already fallen asleep and he's resting his head on my shoulder. I'm desperately trying to read my book but the lady in the seat in front of us keeps talking about her son and his achievements to the poor girl who sits next to her. Despite her tries to get out of that conversation, the lady keeps talking.

I always had that unexplainable fear about airplanes. When I travel with him, it's different. I'm not scared anymore. I feel safier.

We are sitting in the first class and there are not many people here but I still don't want Shawn to get recognised because the rest of the flight will be a mess. So I did the obvious. I put a blanket over him which covers his head and the rest of his body. He hasn't noticed yet because he's too tired.
When I felt him moving I whispered to him to go back to sleep and he did.
During the flight Shawn intertwined our fingers but I didn't remember him doing it.

When Shawn went to the washroom, people finally saw him. We were sitting at the last seats and the row was empty so I expected him to go and sit a few seats away when he returned but he didn't. Instead, he came, he rested his head on my shoulder again and covered his head with the blanket. People were now staring at me and made the rest of the flight a hell for me. Attention is what I hate the most.

I felt Shawn moving again but instead of getting up he placed a few kisses on my shoulder. I pushed him to stop but instead he started laughing.

"Are you serious?" I asked playfully.

"What?" He asked playing dump.

"They've been watching for hours."

"It's fine."

"What if someone take a picture?"

"They won't. Relax"

"Do you want to sleep?"

"No, I'm good."

"You need to. Look. I just woke up. You can sleep on my shoulder. I'll cover you with the blanket."

"Okay."

When the plane finally landed, Shawn woke me up by kissing my forehead. I immediately put on my sunglasses and my hoody trying to cover myself as much as possible. We make our way outside the airplane holding hands. As we are about to walk at the terminal of the airport, I stop. Shawn looks at me confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't just walk out there."

"Why not? We've talked about it and I said it's fine."

"No. It's not. I don't feel ready. Andrew will be upset and I don't want any drama. Are you actually ready to go out there and introduce me to thousands of people as your girlfriend? They will ask millions of questions that both of us know that we can't answer yet."

"I am. I want everyone to know. There is no reason why I shouldn't. I love you and I want them to know."

"What if I don't? What if I'm not ready?"

"And when will you be?"

"Soon."

"That's all you say. Soon."

"You have to go. I'll see you at the hotel."

"I'm not sure about that."

"What's that supossed to mean?"

"Bye Malia."

"Shawn!" He turned around and left me standing there worndering what's that supposed to mean.

I arrive at the hotel and get greeted by the receptionist.

"Hi. My friend is in the room 270."

"Hi dear. Let me ask okay?" The lady in the black is in her late fifties. Her kind smile is so welcoming and makes me smile as well despite my shitty day.

"Okay okay. I'll let her know." And she ends the call.

I look at her, waiting to give me a card or something but no. Instead, she looks at me with a sad smile.

"You are in the room 304. Mr Mendes asked for some privacy."

My lips part and I don't even know what to say. She looks at me with a sad smile. I'm standing there confused.

"What's your name, dear?"

"Malia."

"Malia, I think you should go to the sacond floor."

"But, I thought you said my room was on the third floor."

"And that's exactly, why you should go to the second floor. You are both really young and you need to understand that when we go through storms, giving up is not a choice. Look, I'm not allowed to give you the card for his room but go there and talk to him. The only way to solve our problems or disafreements is by talking."

"What if talking doesn't solve a problem?"

"Then one of the two, needs to make a concession."
I look at her. Her kind smile gives me some courage.

"Thank you. I needed this."

"Go ahead."

I take my card and make my way at the 2nd floor. I need to talk to him.

I knock on his door twice but still no reply. I call him. Still nothing. A few minutes pass by and the door finally opens. Shawn is in his pj's and his hair is messy and all over his face. He looks at me confused as I open the door further and make my way in the room. I carry my suitcases and place them next to his.
I sit on the bed and I wait for him to come. When he sits, I take a minute to look at him.

"Tomorrow. You and I will go out together."

"For real?" He asks and I nod.

A weak smile is spread on his face as he pulls me closer to him. I sit on his lap and he places his head on my chest. I hug him tightly and I can feel him smiling.

"I love you so much." He says.

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Wrote this one, a while ago but I didn't have the time to edit it. Enjoy.