Hate is a strong word

Chapter 4

I walked into my apartment and fell onto my bed with my arms out. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled, recalling the day's events.

I first got to work and found out that I would be meeting Shawn tomorrow. I was beyond pumped because I had listened to a few of his songs and loved them. I then started to get my office ready for tomorrow when Nash called and asked if I wanted to eat lunch. So, when he came up to my office 2 hours later with Chinese takeout, I was beyond joyful.

He had asked if I wanted to go to the movies tomorrow, and I said yes. I couldn't wait. Nash was so sweet, I am so lucky.

I slipped on my PJ's and climbed into bed, watching a couple of episodes of The Flash before finally going to sleep.

I woke up to my dreaded alarm. I hit the snooze button four times before finally getting out of the bed. I took my shower and blow-dried my hair before walking to my closet to decide what to wear.

"No...no...no... yes!" I pulled out a denim top and a navy skirt and decided on some red heels. I curled my hair to make some beach waves, and put my wallet and phone into a red tote before locking my apartment and calling a taxi.

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I walked into my office building and was greeted by a huge crowd. They all seemed to be gathered around someone, but I couldn't see who it was. I just decided to go to my office so I squeezed through the people and slowly made my way to the elevator. I pushed the button and was waiting for the elevator when I decided to try and see who it was again, with no luck. The doors opened and I walked inside. They slowly started to close when a big hand reached out and stopped it.

A man walked in and pushed the close door button before taking a deep breath and leaning against the glass.

"I can never go anywhere anymore without these huge crowds following me." He rubbed his forehead before looking at me.

He had dark brown eyes and brown curly hair. He was tall and was very fit. Wow, he's hot. I immediately blushed, but then thought of Nash.

You have a boyfriend!

I mentally slapped myself before realizing I was staring. I blushed again and looked at my feet.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Shawn Mendes. You are?"

I gasped. This was Shawn Mendes? I mean, I had seen pictures of him before, but he was a lot cuter in person. How was I going to take pictures of him without blushing like crazy every time I see him?!

"Rebecca Times, photographer."

This time, he gasped.

"Your Rebecca Times? I was expecting someone older." I scoffed, some reason offended by his words.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He slapped his hand to his forehead before rubbing it down his face.

"That came out wrong." I nodded in agreement, thankful when the elevator doors opened. I walked into my office, only to see Mr. Rogers already in there, this time with someone.

"Well hello Rebecca! We've been waiting for you."

"Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I got...caught up." I glanced back at Shawn, who was now walking into the room.

"Anyway, let's get started. Allow me to introduce your first clients: Shawn Mendes and his manager, Felicity Gibson." A girl stood from my chair and walked over to shake my hand.

"Hi." She said. She was tall for a woman, but I looked down to see her wearing 2-inch heels. She was wearing a tight dress, with her hair in a ponytail and brightly colored earrings.

"Hi." I smiled. She seemed very nice.

Shawn waved, and I reluctantly waved back. I don't know why, but I still seemed to be mad at him. I'm not one to get mad, but when I do it's bad.

"Alright. Now that you all know each other, I'm going to head back down to my own office. Rebecca, you know what to do." I nodded and we all watched him leave, waving one last time as he disappeared into the elevator.

"So, let's get started. Do you guys want to start with magazine pictures or the album pictures?"

Shawn looked to Felicity, who looked at him before answering. "Let's start with the magazine pictures. We are still not sure what we want to do for the album pictures."

"Ok," I said, walking over to my desk and picking up the phone, typing in Stephine's (the receptionist) number, "You guys can head on down to hair and wardrobe while I get a few things set up. Felicity, do you know where it is?"

"Yes. Come on Shawn." They left, just as Stephine answered the phone. 

"Is he cute?" I heard Stephine's voice say. Stephine and I have recently become good friends, and I have discovered that she is boy-obsessed. She is always looking in male model magazines, and it's quite disturbing. Once she heard that I would be taking pictures of Shawn, she flipped. 

"Yes, he is. But don't tell Nash. They are on their way to hair and wardrobe. Can you send Nash up with some frappuccinos from Starbucks?" 

I heard a chuckle from the other side and a sigh. "I guess. I'll send him up shortly."

"Thanks!" I said hurriedly before she hung up. I sighed and walked into my studio to set up my camera.