Love Story (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 24- Falling all in you

Shawn Mendes

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"They loved it!", I said on the phone as I laid on my bed. It was late, but Chiara insisted that we should talk.
"Obviously girl. You're the best.", she said with her sweet italian accent, that made everything she said so sweet, however horrible it might be.
We chatted for a while longer, catching up, before I went to bed.
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A week later we recorded it. We went to an old building in downtown Toronto. I was nervous, but with Shawn by my side and with the amount of work we put into I was quite sure it's gonna be great. It took us 8 days to shoot, 3 for the dance, 5 for the scenes inbetween, where we pretended to go on a date, go home together, lie in bed together. Nothing too awkward.

We had fun recording it. We danced it 4 times, I was sore after the 2nd, I couldn't imagine how Shawn was feeling.

But before the last take Shawn went to the director and they whispered suspiciously.

"What do you think they're up to?", my makeup lady Sandra asked me. She was kind of a gossip, but I didn't mind. She reminded me of Chiara.

"I don't know."

When she was done with me I made my way towards Shawn to ask him about it.

He just answered: "Just some last minute changes. Don't worry about it. Just trust me.", he winked at me and turned around to get his hair fixed. But I wasn't reassured. What kind of last minute changes that he couldn't tell me about?

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As we made our way through the big hall for the last scene of the video, Shawn couldn't stop grinning. Till now the change of plans didn't come up. But I had the feeling it would.

"Are you ready? Just trust me okay", he said to me as he saw my face. I nodded halfheartedly.

As he spun me around one last time at the end of the dance he dipped me into his arms and looked deep in my eyes. I felt the electricity between us again, strong, tempting.

Then he softly pressed his lips against mine, and I closed my eyes.

"CUT!", the director said and immediately Shawn stopped kissing me. "Good job.", he smiled, helped me stand up straight and walked towards his room.

I was speechless. He could've told me about that. I mean, seriously!? Why would he not tell me about that. I could have prepared myself. But then, I propably would have chickened out at the last minute.

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The kiss had moved something in me.

Something I didn't know had to be moved.

But now I was sure. I knew what I wanted now.

I went to his room and knocked on the door. It didn't take him long to open it and look at me in surprise.

I entered the room. My heart racing.

"What's up?", he asked curiously, but made no attempt to walk towards me from the side of the room, that he walked to after I closed the door behind me.

But suddenly I got scared again. What if he didn't want me anymore? What if I was too late. I couldn't risk that. I didn't want my heart broken. So I dodged.

"Nothing, never mind.", I ran out of the room, up the wide, dusty staircase towards the roof of the building. I went here a lot in the past few days, to think, to meditate.

"Nathalie! Stop!", his voice echoed in my ears and I froze.

I didn't turn around to face him. I couldn't let him see the fear in my eyes. It would just hurt his feelings.

"Nathalie, what do you want"

And I knew it was time. It was time to overcome my fear.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Then I turned around to face him. He just stood there, with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants. His cheeks were red from the cold, his breath as well as mine came out as fog.

Then I hurried towards him. My mind went blank, all I could think about was Shawn.

I threw myself in his arms and went on my tiptoes, pulled his head down by his neck gently and pressed my lips on his.

He caught me in his arms and immediately returned the kiss, turning us around and pressing me against the wall.

His hands went over my body, feeling, begging for more. He felt my hips, my waist, then went up to my neck and softly pulled my hair, that I had recently trimmed to shoulder length again.

His tongue fought a battle with mine, soft but forceful, driving me crazy. After what seemed like years, he pulled back slowly, both of us breathing heavily.

"I want you. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you.", I gasped with heavy breaths. His eyes locked with mine, I felt his hot breath on my face. His minty smell surrounding me.

"It's okay", he whispered, before once more his eyes wandered to my lips. He started grinning as he got an idea: "But I still think I deserve an apology.", he pouted his lips and then gave me one of his childish grin.

"I can live with that", I joked with a smile, before connecting our lips once more.