Exposed//Shawn Mendes

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"Leila I need you to grab the first dress shirt." I was instructed by Shawn's stylist, Tiffany. I nodded and quickly walked to the closet, grabbing what she needed. It was finally the day of the Met Gala, it was 4:30 pm and we had to be there by 6. I wasn't ready yet, instead I was running around in an overside sweater that stopped over half my thighs and shorts that couldn't even be seen, with damp hair from my shower I took an hour ago. But I didn't care about myself right now since I wasn't the important one here.

I walked back to Tifanny and handed her the shirt. She thanked me before removing the hanger and giving the shirt to Shawn. She then handed me the hanger and I ran it back to the closet, maneuvering past the photographers as I did.

"Alright, Ms. Harris I need you in your room to start your hair." The hair stylist Shawn and I were sharing instructed me. I looked up at Shawn seeking his approval but also reassuring he didn't need me for anything. He just nodded and I ran back to my room, shutting the door behind me. I sighed deeply as soon as I was in my quiet room before walking to the bathroom where the hair dresser was.

Everything was so hectic right now. I thought we'd just have to get dressed and be ready to go but there was so much more to it than that! Shawn and I haven't even eaten, we've been getting ready since 8:43 this morning. Well he has, I suppose it's not my turn since Shawn's almost done. We were lucky to find a hair stylist and a fashion stylist who would help both of us. As soon as my hair is done, Tiffany should be done with Shawn and come to help me while he stays in his room taking pictures and doing an interview with some W Magazine.

It took only 30 minutes to do my hair since I just needed it to be blow dried and put up. After my hair was finished Tiffany quickly came into the room and shut the doors behind her. She had my dress in one hand and held it out to me. I grabbed it and removed the plastic wrap from it before I started to undress. Tiffany was rummaging through a box full of jewelry, earrings, rings, bracelet, and necklaces that she brought.

I know this was Shawn's big day at the Met Gala but right now, in this moment, I felt important, like I was the big celebrity. I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my face as I slipped on my dress.

"Oh, uh, how am I going to wear my bra with this?" I asked Tiffany as I looked down at my chest.
"You don't, my dear." She explained. I felt my cheeks flush red as I slowly started removing my top half of the dress. I unstrapped my bra to remove it.
"It has padding so you don't have to worry about anything poking through, just try not to do the cha-cha in it." Tiffany giggled as she turned back towards me.
"I-I've just never had to wear anything this high maintenance before..." I explained as I slipped the dress back on, braless this time.
"Really? You and Shawn never go on fancy dates?" She asks surprised, making me laugh.
"No way, why would we?" I asked slightly confused.
"You guys are dating, aren't you? I've seen the cute picture on his IG then deleted, typical Shawn," she sighed, "I just figured you guys were keeping it under wraps...?" She questioned.
"N-No. We've just been friends for a really long time! I have a boyfriend back home..." I explained, feeling my entire face burning this time from embarrassment. Did Shawn and I really look like a couple? I figured fans would expect as much but people Shawn associates with.

"Oh, I'm sorry then." She apologized.
"No, it's ok... I just guess we look like a couple then, especially with that dumb picture." I groaned.
"Oh no, honey I promise you looked gorgeous in it." She reassured me on something I didn't even need reassurance on. I figured the picture didn't look bad, it was the meaning behind that picture that was actually bad.

As I was getting dressed up I heard Shawn getting excited in the other room. I couldn't clearly hear what he was saying but he definitely was happy. Followed by his voice I heard an unfamiliar feminine voice. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Who's with his right now?