In Love With My Idol: Shawn Mendes

Twenty Three

Reader's notice: There may contain some MATURE scenes. Read at your own will.

Janessa

After we left the airport, we headed to the hotel to get settled in and rest for a while. The time zone differences are definitely going to get to us because of hopping from one place to another within the span of several days and such. I'm laying in bed, feeling much better than I did on the plane and at the airport and Mike asks us if we want to join him for dinner to go out and explore, but Shawn declines for the both of us because I'm not feeling too well. Shawn then makes me some tea and gives me some more ibuprofen with a croissant.

"You feeling better?" (Shawn says touching my forehead with the back of his hand)

"Much. I think the ibuprofen finally kicked in and I'm feeling much better." (me)

"That's good. Do you want to stay in for today?" (Shawn)

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay here for today and maybe tomorrow, but I don't want to spoil your fun. You need to go out and explore Tokyo and see all the things you've wanted to see since before we even got here. I can take care of myself, so you go out and have fun." (me)

"Oh hell no. You're not feeling well and I'm staying with you until you get better." (Shawn)

"Shawnnn." (me)

"Nope. I'm staying and that's final." (Shawn)

"Geez. What am I gonna do with you." (me)

"Well, you could kiss me and say 'thank you', I mean, just a suggestion." (Shawn)

"That wouldn't be ideal because I don't want you to get sick since you have to perform in like two days." (me)

"Touché, but I'm still staying here until I have to leave for the Model Press interview before Summer Sonic, and if you're feeling up to it, you could come with me." (Shawn)

"Sure. Hopefully it's just from being really tired and all the traveling." (me)

"Yup, so do I." (Shawn)

There wasn't much to do while inside a hotel room, since all the excitement is outside. But not much I can do feeling sick and all. Shawn is being the absolute best. He made me tea, ordered some warm soup and food for me to eat, gave me some more ibuprofen and I used his nebulizer to help with my breathing and help clear up my sinuses and such. I was scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and saw so many new pictures of Shawn at the airport and me going into the van earlier than him and rumors and gossip starting up and whatnot. There were still articles and tabloids talking about Shawn and me being engaged and pictures of us and the ring, and about them "foreseeing" our future together and wondering when we're tying the knot and all that good stuff. 

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"Hey baby." (Shawn says waking me up gently from my nap)

"Hey." (I say groggily)

"I'm gonna head to the interview soon. Are you up for coming with me?" (Shawn)

"I don't think so." (me)

"Okay, well rest up okay. I'll be sure to have Mike or Dave or Zubin, or someone who's staying here to come check up on you in a bit. Okay?" (Shawn)

"Okay." (me)

"I promise, I'll be back soon, before you know it." (Shawn)

"Be careful and stay safe out there, okay?" (me)

"I will. I love you." (Shawn)

"Love you, too." (me)

Shawn gives me a quick peck on my forehead and heads out. After he leaves, I get up to get some water and run to the bathroom and throw up. There's really nothing coming out, but I feel so sick. And then... It hits me. I'm late. I'm late by two weeks now. I was supposed to get my period two weeks ago, and it hasn't come yet. Oh shit. I don't know what to do, so the first thing I do is call Drey.