Exposed//Shawn Mendes

19

The day before the Met Gala, it was 7:35 am and I was up running around mine and Shawn's room setting up our outfits, clearing the way for all the people who are going to be in our rooms. Shawn's obviously going to have more people around him and all I have is the hair and fashion stylist but before I can even get ready we need to focus on Shawn first, I'll take just a few minutes, Shawn should take a few hours.

As I scrambled between the rooms finishing up on the Met Gala preparationgor tomorrow, I then moved onto Shawn's outfit for today. Something he asked me to set up for him while he showers. I don't really mind, I feel like I know what Shawn likes to wear at this point and if he's comfortable enough to ask me to do it then I'm comfortable to pick out what he wears.

Shawn finally came out of his bathroom after almost an hour, I only glanced at him to see a towel wrapped securely around his waist, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hair completely wet, his curls were sticking to the sides of his face.

"Ms. Harris," he mumbled, as he grabbed his toothbrush and continued brushing his teeth while he watched me.
"Yes, Mr. Mendes?" I asked not really looking at him as I neatly placed the socks he was going to wear on his bed.
"Can you please look at me when I'm speaking to you?" He asks in not a mad or rude tone but questioning one. I felt slightly shocked by his actual kindness before looking up at him, trying to not let my eyes wander any further down his half naked body.

"Sorry." I apologized.
"I need an update on Camilia's attendance to my after party." He said. I just nodded before I quickly walked into my room. I grabbed my iPad off the bed and started walking back to Shawn's room.

As I entered I notice he wasn't where he was originally standing. I just walked over to the bathroom door which was open and turned my back to it.

"Is this ok, Mr. Mendes?" I asked, not sure if he still wanted me to look at him.
"Yeah, just don't turn around until I say so." He mumbled again, still brushing his teeth.
"I'm checking the emails now, sir," I said as I opened my Gmail app.
"Thank you." He said in a normal tone of voice. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I looked for an email from Camilia Cabello. Shawn's been so much more polite to me since that incident. I think he realized just how much of a dick he was being and decided to ease up, just like I thought he would, but my only problem is when he'll stop...

"Camilia says she sends her most sincere apology for-"
"So no?" Shawn cut me off sounding annoyed.
"U-Uh... no sir I'm afraid not." I confirmed.
"Motherfucker..." I heard him hiss. I just furrowed my brows in concern.
"W-Would you like to-"
"No." I heard his voice closer. I turned my head to see him approaching the doorway. I quickly stepped to the side, clutching the iPad close to my chest.

Shawn stormed out of the bathroom with a pair of boxer-briefs on as he walked over to his bed and grabbed his jeans. I felt my face burn as I looked away. I really wish he'd stop getting dressed in front of me.

"May I return to my room while you changed-"
"No, I need you to make a run for me real quick. I want an iced green tea, get yourself something too if you want. Go to the cafe in the lobby, I don't want you going too far." He commanded.
"Yes, sir." I sighed.

I stood in the elevator going to the lobby. I audibly groaned out my distress, thankfully no one else was in here with me. Shawn was being so nice. He wasn't being a rude jerk or commanding me to do things like his slave, he spoke to me like a normal human being. And now he's in a bad mood and has to take his anger out on me.