Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

five: hand-holding is fine.

A/N: I love how deadass none of y'all noticed I was off by one in numbering chapters (so like this was listed as six when in reality my dumbass had skipped right over the number two) and I mean I could pretend like nothing happened but I love making fun of myself so HELLO I can't count enjoy this new update

I wake the next morning, the clock on the nightstand blinking a very loud and very red 10:13a.m.

I shoot up out of bed, suddenly remembering Shawn saying we needed to be up at nine. I toss the covers off my legs, swinging down to the floor and moving to the doorway. I peek my head inside the doorframe to see Shawn still in bed, fast asleep, comforter pulled up around his chin.

Because the window is still open letting in all the cold air. Dumbass.

I wrap my arms around myself as I shake my head, walking over to close his window but leave the curtains open. He doesn't stir one bit, not even as the lock on the window slams back into place rather loudly.

Part of me starts to wonder just how late he was up last night – or early this morning, knowing him.

Well, if Andrew's not pounding on the door by now, then I'm assuming we don't need to be up just yet, so I make my way back into my room. I can feel the drowsiness hitting me with a headache from getting out of bed too quickly. I sit down on the edge of my bed, peering out the glass windows at the city. It looks so peaceful in the morning.

And then, as if on cue to ruin the peacefulness, the phone in Shawn's room rings.

I hear him groan immediately, followed by rustling and the sound of him grumbling, "What?" into the receiver.

I try not to laugh, holding my hand up to my mouth to stifle the noise as I listen to an extremely sleepy Shawn talk on the phone.

"No, m'awake." Pause. "I am, I am." I hear him sigh. "I think she is. I dunno. Okay. Bye."

I hear the receiver click back into place, followed by another groan.

I walk back into his room, leaning against the doorframe. "Good morning sleeping beauty."

His head is turned on the pillow facing me, so I see him when he cracks one eye open. "Morning," he breathes deeply, closing his eyes as he pulls the covers tighter around his chin. "What time is it?"

"Ten something," I reply. "I thought we had to be up at nine."

"No'm," he groans, forcing himself to sit up in bed, his head in his hands. "One of the radios canceled...I think. We gotta leave at eleven now."

"Okay," I nod. We've still got time. "How late were you up?"

He lifts his head, staring out the window, blinking. "Three? I dunno."

"Shawn..."

He turns to look at me, smiling so wide – and it wouldn't be as adorable as it is if he wasn't so sleepy. "They love the song."

I smile softly, stepping forward to sit down on the bed next to him, my body facing the headboard. "I told you they would."

"We haven't told them there's another song coming tomorrow."

"Yeah?" I chuckle. He's slurring his words a little. He obviously needs some coffee.

"Yeah." He nods. "How long've you been awake?"

"Just a few minutes," I answer, my eyes moving away from his. It's too early to look directly into his brown eyes. I need to gain some self-control today and actually talk to him about some stuff – PDA being the main one. "I closed your window."