My chest is thumping to the sound of the music, my hair is wild, my body is moving and sweaty, my dress might be a little short but I don't care.
No I'm not drunk, no I'm not high, well maybe a little on just life itself.
Nothing has felt real since this afternoon, as soon as I was told the record deal was mine everything has just been a daze. Like the day has been moving in fast forward.
I'm pretty sure that it's way past midnight but here I am jumping and dancing next to Camila on this crowded dance floor. Shawn sits alone though, he's not one for partying long. To be completely honest I didn't know I had this much energy or enthusiasm to party in my body, back home I normally chose to miss out on parties, knowing all too well how they could end.
I wonder over to Shawn, exhausted and out of breath.
"So Mendes, are you gonna sit there like a loner or are you gonna come dance with me?", I ask, a smirk playing its way onto my face.
"I don't know Hayden do you really want to see me dance?"
I laugh, "I don't know Shawn you tell me"
I hold my hand out, hoping he'll take it. Thankfully he grabs it with a sigh and with no hesitation I drag him with me out into the middle of the dance floor.
"Ok Mendes, what'cha got?", I ask spreading my arms wide.
He looks at me and shakes his head, before moving his head to the beat of the music.
"Stop stop stop stop", I yell over the music, "Move your body Mendes, god it's not that hard"
Shawn gives me a look, "fine", he tells me.
Then he starts moving his hips and moving his hands next to them in a cha-cha motion.
I double over laughing, "oh my god, what are you doing?", I gasp out.
Before he can answer though the song changes to a much slower one and the majority of the people shuffle off the floor, avoiding the awkwardness of dancing alone to a song like this.
Well shit.
Shawn stares at me for a second before holding his hand out to me. I hesitate a second but I take it.
We dance in silence for a moment, just enjoying each others company.
"This feels like prom all over again", Shawn mumbles into my ear and I bite my lip to muffle my laugh.
"You're right about that Mendes", I say with a grin.
So there we stand, in the middle of everyone, dancing, and it feels nice. I don't ever want to go back to reality. Sadly I know that's what's going to happen as soon as I leave this party.
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After the party I head back to the studio and crash onto a bed in some room, I'm too tired to pay attention. It's been a crazy few days.
The next thing I know I can see light behind my eyelids. Light seeping in through the gray curtains of one of the studio's bed rooms. I don't want to open my eyes yet though, because then the event's of yesterday will become real, and if I'm being honest I'm so scared of what could happen.
To recap, I just earned myself a record deal with island records, currently I am in L.A. staying with Shawn Mendes in a small house because we were working on music. How does any of that sound real. I'm still in shock honestly.
The smell of coffee, causes me to wander from the comfort of the bed and into the kitchen where Shawn stands, shirtless in sweat pants, talking to someone on the phone. I think it may be John Mayer in all honesty.
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