NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

eleanor anne kavinsky.

an annoying overplayed pop song blared in eleanor's ears as what seemed like a thousand make-up artists beat and brushed her face to glory. chris said that eleanor needed to look for an opening act for the australian leg of the tour and gave her a list of small but big artists and bands that a lot of her fans also listened to. she distinctly remembered him saying, "we need to look for someone up and coming and who are destined to become the next superstar of tomorrow!" so as she listened to the terrible music that all sounded the same, she kept his words in mind.

none of the people she had listened to had the originality and beauty of all of her inspirations. frank sinatra, whitney houston and lauryn hill. when she spoke to people about her inspirations, they often found it strange - hip-hop, soul and jazz? how on earth did she manage to draw ideas and inspiration from those three genres and tie them into one song? eleanor would laugh. "that's called talent, baby!"

she lived for the music. you could take away everything she had: the money, the love and the 'sanity' and she would be okay - as long as she had the music. as long as she had the music she would be okay. in fact, it was the loss of such things that inspired the best music. particularly the loss of her sanity.

suddenly, the cool sound of an electric guitar filled her ears and it sounded like bliss compared to the heavy autotuned pop songs that reeked with edm. an angelic voice began to sing to her, and she instantly relaxed in her seat. "i don't want to ruin your happiness..." the guitar continued, and it stopped - "iluminate by shawn mendes. out now."

her spotify premium must've expired! eleanor made a mental note to remind her assistant, savannah, to renew her subscription. but that voice, that sound stayed on her mind. shawn mendes. she knew of him. naturally. he was everywhere and hard to miss. eleanor had listened to him on the radio a few times. what were they again? stitches or something like that... it wasn't bad, his music. but she had never really listened to his discography properly - not because eleanor had anything against him - mainly because mainstream pop never really appealed to her.

eleanor tapped out of chris' terrible playlist and found his artist page and hit on iluminate and closed her eyes as 'ruin' began to play. all of a sudden, she was pulled out of her fantasy and back into reality when the makeup artist in front of her said 'done!'

she pulled her headphones out and smiled, "thank you, darling, i love this so much!" checking her appearance in the mirror in front of her.

"no problem! your hair's already done but you need to go to marie over there who will give you your first outfit!" the make-up artist exclaimed.

"okay, thank you again!" eleanor said and walked away and she swore for a moment she could hear her make-up artist giggle into her phone, "mum! i just did eleanor kavinsky's makeup and she said she loved it! and she called me darling! mum, i think that i'm going to faint..."

eleanor was handed a silk red slip dress and was ushered into a dressing room and as soon as she closed the curtain, eleanor let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. she took off her cream dressing robe and slipped into the dress she was given while being careful not to mess up her hair and makeup. for a moment, eleanor admired her own gorgeous reflection in the mirror but remembered where she was and moved along.

a photographer told eleanor to pose in front of the white backdrop she gestured at. just before eleanor was about to walk away, th photographer stopped her and laughed, "hey, any music suggestions? it's a little more fun if there's something playing."

eleanor almost giggled, "iluminate by shawn mendes. no shuffle - i don't believe in shuffling music."

and with that eleanor walked over to start her photoshoot, hips swinging along to the sound of electric guitar and questionable love

shawn peter raul mendes.

"why is ruin playing?" shawn asked andrew as he stumble around the set in a slick black suit that made heads turn.

andrew could only shrug in response but began to run, "hurry up, you're already late!"

a photographer grabbed shawn by the arm, pulling him away from andrew and pushed him into the same shoot as the one and only eleanor kavinsky.

shawn froze for a moment, starstruck, but snapped back to his senses and nervously stuttered, "wait, what am i doing here? this is eleanor's - if i can call you that? ok, thanks - this is eleanor's shoot. i'm not sure i belong here - i mean look at eleanor! she's so much better-"

"you're in the right place mendes, now can you two do something? you guys are friends or something, i swear..."

what seemed like a thousand cameras clicked and flashed at them immediately after the rude photographer's words, which put shawn on the spot and slightly shocked him. but like the perfect being she was, eleanor kavinsky smiled at him and hugged him and whispered quiet enough so that only he could hear, "hey shawn, i'm eleanor. nice to meet you."

a/n - just want to say that i know the ads for shawn's album aren't like that i just made it up like that for the sake of the story also apple music > spotify. as always thank you for reading <33