Tour Photographer - Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

- » after-party

I had worked through one week for the special issue to get the best out of it. The photos were particularly good and the editing excellent. The necessary effort and work was simply necessary, as it is expected that the issue will be sold all the more than normal. To celebrate that we had done most of the edition, the planning team organized an after party to celebrate it.

It was the day of the party and the day of my promotion. Ursula was so enthusiastic about my work that she wanted to promote me and make me the head of the department for those responsible for the pictures.

One last time I looked at myself in the mirror, I kept my outfit pretty simple. A black dress adorned my delicate body, a red lipstick contrasted with my pale skin and I braided my hair into a loose braid. I was very satisfied with my idea and implementation, whereupon I gave my mirror image a confident smile. 

° * ° * ° * ° * °

The party reminded me of a birthday party for people turning 21. People were in a good mood, almost nobody sat quietly at the tables and everyone lived their best lives. Except for me, of course. Quietly I sat at the table a bit away from the dancing people of my company and Shawn's crew and watched them dancing to the music.

My glass, which was full of Coke before, stood empty in front of me. The music was so loud and the bass so strong that the table and the glass vibrated and moved with the music.

From a distance I saw Shawn standing at the bar. He looked for me as he turned away from the bar with two glasses in his hand and took a few steps in my direction where he could see me. A gentle smile from me symbolized that he was welcome at my table.

He placed the two glasses, which were filled with some alcoholic drink, in front of me before he sat down opposite me on the empty chair. Shawn's mouth opened and moved, but it was incomprehensible to me because of the noise. I briefly symbolized to him what he only frowned with. I quickly took out my cell phone and typed in a message for him.

Me:
We can't hear each other because of the volume, you jerk.

I grinned as I sent the message and I showed the chat so that it also brought out his one as well. Shaking his head, he typed on his cell phone.

Shawn:
Well then.. Do you want to go outside or sit here and keep texting, making funny jokes and letting us have drinks down our throats?

Me:
let's just sit here and get drunk together :) 

Shawn: 
sounds like a deal

Me: 
next round is mine

° * ° * ° * ° * °  

Meanwhile Shawn and I drank a lot of drinks, which we paid for in turn. We were still communicating through our smartphones until I sent a message.

Me:
It's time for me to go

Shawn:
I'll get out with you

I got up from my seat and pushed the chair closer to the table again. I briefly said goodbye to a few people who were not far away from me. The evening was pretty nice, even though I wasn't one of those people who danced. Instead, I sat at a table with Shawn, drank with him and talked to him.

Together we walked outside. A lot has changed over the past week. We talked a lot and I realized that in most cases I was just exaggerating. I staggered a little as I walked towards the entrance, as I drank far too much to my masses.

"I think I'll call you and me a cab. You can drink a lot less than I can," he laughed and gently tapped my shoulder.

I could only smile quickly and pushed open the exit door. Fresh air blew and I shuddered as I noticed how cold it was already. Since we are a little off New York because of our last shootings, we etxra were all accommodated in hotels. The two rooms of Shawn and I were not far apart, while the others were scattered in double rooms throughout the hotel.

Shawn called a cab, which was there after only a few minutes. Maybe it felt so short because I have hardly any sense of time with alcohol influence.

We both sat silently in the back seat of the taxi. I had my head exhausted against Shawn's shoulder. Again and again I felt a stabbing pain in my head, which is why I flinched. Shawn's hand was stroking my thigh. It wasn't sexual movements of him, more that he wanted to show me that he was there.

The ride felt as short as a roller coaster ride and felt the same to me. Everything was moving in slow motion somehow and still we were moving fast, which didn't make much sense, but that's the best way to describe it. Shawn put $60 in the driver's hand, including the tip, of course, and pushed the door open. We both got out and walked towards the entrance of our hotel. 

A short flashback ran through my mind for a second. Just as drunk, Shawn and I walked up to our hotel during the tour. At that time we were holding hands because I was wobbling and shaking when I was walking. Maybe it was just the reason that Shawn had a crush on me even then and this was his chance.

We were both still mute in the elevator. During the party we talked so much and as soon as we had the silence we needed, we fell silent. The bell of the elevator symbolized that we had arrived on our floor.

"I'll take you to your room, you can't be left drunk as I know you," he laughed and pulled me out of the small room.

Together we walked towards my room. Before we got there, I pulled the key out of my jacket pocket and clasped it with my fingers. Shawn came to a halt, and I looked at the number on the door. I leaned my back against the wooden door and sighed.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes, I just have a bad headache," I replied him.

He came one step closer and was even closer to me now. My head already stopped completely an hour ago, whereupon I could realize the next acts of Shawn only later. His hands grabbed my face and he came dangerously close to my lips.

The next second Shawn and I were kissing in the hallway in front of my room. I couldn't assess what was happening, let alone realize what was happening. Already Shawn grabbed my hand where my key was and took it carefully in his hand.

"It's way too risky to kiss out here. After all, you've had a girlfriend for almost a year," I interrupted briefly.

"Christy is the love of my life... but I am very sure that you are the love for my life," he whispered against my lips.

This time I was the one who started the kiss. It was more of a hanky-panky I started this time. Shawn's hands wandered from my face down to my hips and pulled my body closer to his.

"We should continue inside," I said in a soft voice, whereupon Shawn began to grin and let our lips meet again.

Dear alcohol, thank you for giving me the courage. The courage to take the next steps with Shawn and to put my future self in shitty situations. 

---------------------------
author's note: 
An extra long chapter on which I wrote and revised 2 hours.
Sorry I haven't updated. 
and sorry for not writing a smut or sth, it would be really really
weird for me since friends of mine are reading this story. 

xoxo Lara