WHY [SHAWMILA]

TWO

SHAWN MENDES.

my eyes fluttered open, my vision becoming clearer by the second. when my vision cleared, smoke suddenly filled my nose, making me instantly worried. i sprung up from my bed, not even bothering to put on a shirt as i sprinted to my kitchen to see a petite latina swatting a towel at the stove.

"what happened?" i exclaimed.

she looked over at me with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed a bright red. "well i was trying to make myself breakfast and this," pointing to the burnt pancakes, "happened."

i let out a small chuckle, "you're a fucking idiot, you know that."

she didn't respond though. her eyes were fixated something my way. i looked behind me seeing nothing but the white door, then below me, realizing i didn't have a shirt on. "uh, i-i'm gonna go back to my room i forgot something." i stammered.

"no it's fine," she sputtered, "i've seen you in a bathing suit before." she laughed it off, quickly turning back to the remains of the pancakes in front of her.

i bit my lip, contemplating my decision before deciding to take a seat at the bar stool as camila scavegend my fridge for something to eat. for some reason, i liked how she reacted.

"do you have anything in here besides ice cream and week old chinese food?" she asked over her shoulder.

"there should be eggs at the top."

i watched as she stood on her tippy toes trying to reach the carton. i let out a small laugh before she turned around revealing an empty carton.

"really?" she exasperated as she threw the carton in the trash.

she leaned over the isle, resting her head in her hands. "i'm starving shawn." the tiny brunette groaned.

she pouted her lips and gave me puppy dog eyes, looking the same way she did when i met her on austin's tour. i mimicked her facial expression causing her to laugh and release herself from the counter. i couldn't help but smile to myself as she laughed, her nose crinkling up.

i slid the bar stool from under me, grabbing my car keys from the wooden bowl beside me.

"to jones' we go." i announced, waving my keys in the air.

"oh thank god!" she exclaimed, walking beside me as we exited the apartment.

*****

"are you really eating your waffles without syrup?" camila asked through mouth full of pancakes.

"yeah, why?"

"i don't know i mean, canadians plus maple syrup, the perfect combination." she boasted, resting her head on her hand.

i shook my head, laughing as i took a sip of the cold coffee beside me. i winced my face not expecting it to be so cold making camila laugh.

"are you laughing at my torture?" i mocked thinking of the night a couple days ago. that night was one of the most productive nights for me. whenever camila and i wrote together the lyrics just came to me easier for some reason. it was almost like she was the muse in the back of my mind.

camila scoffed, putting her hand to her heart pretending to be hurt. "ouch, mendes."

i reached over the table, grabbing the glass besides the brunette in front of me before taking a sip. i then slid the glass back to its original place, it stopping right before the edge of the table making camila gasp.

"so when are you going back home?" i asked.

she looked up to the ceiling, trying to remember. "monday night." 3 days. my heart winced.

i moved the little bits of waffles on my plate in small circles. "you nervous for taylor's tour?"

"should i be?"

i looked up to the brunette, seeing her chocolate eyes with a hint of nervous of them. i reached across the table, wrapping her tiny hands in my large ones. "trust me, everything is going to be fine."

she nodded her head, looking down at our hands. "yeah, you're right." she spoke softly.

camila released her hands from my grip, taking a sip of her water. for some reason i felt a sting of pain.

the table buzzed making camila and i look up to see a text appear on her phone. it was from roger. camila slid open her phone, frowning as she read the text.

"i'm sorry, i have to go," camila apologized, "roger wants to discuss details with me about the tour."

"don't apologize, it's fine." i gave her a soft smile.

"i'll see you tonight." she asserted.

i nodded my head softly, giving me a soft smile in return.

she laid her fuzzy, bear coat over her body as she walked out of the small diner, her hand lightly grazing my swallow bird tattoo sending goosebumps throughout my body.

i let out a loud sigh and cursed at myself, slumping down into the booth.

this girl was quite literally in love with me, as was i with her and i couldn't even admit the damn thing to her, for the slight off chance i was wrong about her feelings.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: yeehaw this is the ugliest chapter ever, if you made it this far i commend you and i will be sending a cookie to your door step personally.