NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

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eleanor anne kavinsky.

"what the fuck, chris! you're supposed to stop this kind of stuff from coming out!" eleanor shouted, looking at her phone while pacing her hotel room.

"eleanor, calm down! we'll figure something out," chris said, trying to prevent her breaking down.

as soon as the photographer caught a picture of eleanor and shawn shaking hands (from the angle that they had caught it at, it looked more like they were holding hands and smiling at each other rather than eleanor's usual cold smirk - only adding fuel to the fire) it had been uploaded to a news site where in what seemed like less than five minutes a reporter had written a lengthly article on how compatible the two would be and the two's 'romantic' history - which was practically non-existent. it was safe to say that eleanor was beyond furious and chris (the poor soul) was on the receiving end of her white hot anger.

"it looks like we're in love! and it looks like we're trying to hide a relationship when i shout at the photographer and run away and shawn, that stupid motherfucker, follows me!" eleanor screamed, "if you were someone else watching it would look like we're trying to hide a relationship, right? oh my god, what are we going to do?!"

"eleanor, can you please shut up for five minutes! we're going to figure something out but we need to think - but wait, you're the number one trend on twitter... and wait let me check your stats. wait, streams for your last album just spiked. e, did you just hear me? all of this because you held hands with shawn mendes-"

"don't even suggest it chris, i am not becoming friends with mendes. i don't want to get into that teen-pop kind of world where the you're only relevant or interesting if you've got a scandal or you're in some kind of drama. no, for me it's about the music. keep the image and be loved for the music. you know that's all i want. i can't handle something like that! it's not me. it's too stressful and-" eleanor stopped.

"e, i promise you, you won't be dragged into that kind of thing. you're only nineteen, you deserve to live a little. i'm not going to force you into some kind of fake relationship but the label-" chris started.

"i hate the label so much, oh my god. don't get me wrong, i'm so grateful they gave me you as my manager rather than some other guy that would work me to the bone or take advantage of my contract, but they see me as a machine rather than actual human being, they'll probably tell me to date him, get married - you do know about the number of fake marriages in hollywood? people with contracts like mine have even been forced to have kids with their fake spouse! i can't do that! but they force you to because you basically sign over your life-"

"e, stop and breathe!" chris said, noticing eleanor's state as she was panicking, her breaths coming in unevenly.

she stopped and listened, knowing that chris only wanted to help. "breathe." and so she did. counting in: one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. focus on what's around you rather than what's in your head. breathe. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three.

"you're doing great, e. are you okay now?" chris gently spoke.

eleanor nodded and went to go sit down on the bed. she breathed in deeply and asked, "okay, what are our options? so far?"

"i don't know. i tried to call andrew to figure out what to do but he hasn't picked up yet. what i'm hoping to do - and hopefully you want to do too - is just clarify you're friends. post a picture from last night and caption it with something like 'so glad i got to do a billboard cover with my best friend?'" chris suggested.

"chris, you better than anyone should know that no one will buy that! and then afterwards in interviews all i'll get asked about is him!" she exclaimed.

"e-" chris was cut off by his phone ringing, "it's andrew," he said, checking the caller id.

he answered the phone and walked into the bathroom to talk to him. eleanor sat silently and listened to chris humming in agreement with everything andrew was saying until he said loudly, "what! but eleanor-" followed by an "okay, i guess" and lastly an "i'll tell eleanor the news. i'll call you later."

as soon as chris walked out of the bathroom eleanor stood up and the look on chris's face told her everything she needed to know.

"tomorrow you'll have to hang out with your boyfriend, shawn."

always read your contracts, darling!

a/n - hope you liked this! it didn't make a lot of sense but at least the plot is moving somewhere! vote and comment if you enjoyed this <3