Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

four: if it's what he needs.

Shawn and I spend the next hour or so in the window seat. The air gets colder as the sun completely sets and the wind begins to pick up. He, surprisingly, is comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt while I am under a blanket and in a hoodie.

Two different types of people, that's what we are.

"Wait, what's this one?" I laugh, reaching out to stop him from playing. He's been playing me songs of his while we've been sitting here. He's apparently fascinated by my reactions. I love them all, but that's all I can give him.

"Oh, this one's new," he pauses. "I think it's on the album."

"Okay..." I raise an eyebrow. "No title?"

Instead of answering me, he starts to sing. "Sunrise with you on my chest, no blinds in the place where I live. Daybreak, open your eyes, 'cause this was only ever meant to be one night still..."

I lean back against the pillow – Shawn got it for me a while ago after I complained about my back hurting in this weird position – smiling softly. It's been almost two hours now, and I still haven't gotten tired of hearing him sing. It's mesmerizing.

"Fallin' all in you, fell for men who weren't how they appear. Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free, fallin' all in..."

"I really like that one," I grin, nudging his leg. "Who's it about?"

"Do you have to ask that after every one?"

"Come on!" I laugh. "I'm older than you, I have a right."

"That makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense."

He shakes his head.

"So?"

"Uh," he chuckles, "Ed and I wrote it together, actually."

"Ed Sheeran?"

"Yeah."

"I knew you reminded me of someone!" I snap my fingers. "That one was literally right under my nose. Damn." I shake my head. "How's he been? I miss him."

His eyes widen. "You know Ed, too?"

I nod. "There's very few people I haven't met."

"Wow."

"What?" I laugh. "I've been around for four years, that's kinda long in the sense of the industry."

"No, like," he pauses, leaning over the body of his guitar, "how are you not talked about more?"

"I told you," I smile. He's sweet, as usual. But I know this is still hard for him to wrap his head around. "I've been around. I'm the girl who hangs off of someone's arm for a month or so, I travel with them, meet some awesome people and make loads of friends. But I'm—" I pause, chuckling. "There was an article written about me a while ago that said I move too quickly for anyone to notice," I pause, giving him a small shrug. "I think that's the truest sentence I've ever read about my work. I'm just kind of...around, and then gone. That quick."

He's quiet for a moment, licking his lips before he leans back, his hands instinctively holding his guitar and strumming. "That doesn't sound fun."

I take a deep breath, my own instinct kicking in to look out the window at the city lights. "I guess it's not. But it's become my normal. It's just how I've lived."

"Do you ever think about settling down?"

The question came so quickly that it catches me off guard, drawing my eyes back to Shawn, but he's not looking at me. He's staring at his guitar, almost like he asked the question more to himself than anything else.