NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

shawn peter raul mendes.

"girlfriend?" shawn asked, trying to make sense of what andrew had just told him.

"girlfriend," andrew reassured him.

in shawn's short lifetime, he had only ever had one girlfriend and that relationship had lasted around two years. his now ex-girlfriend, camila cabello, had a stable relationship for the time that they were together (but had successfully managed to hide it from the public - but of course there were always people that thought there was something between the two) but while she had fallen in love with him, shawn had failed to reciprocate and broken up with her because he didn't see the point in a loveless relationship. in fact, he felt sorry for camila for leading her on and making her believe that he felt something for all those years. while he didn't love her, he did care immensely care for her but after their somewhat messy breakup (due to all of camila's emotions - shawn couldn't blame her) he knew that while they could still be friends, they would never be the same.

so with the news of a 'new girlfriend' (even if it was supposed to be fake), he was surprised, to say the least. andrew and camila's manager told them that they could never make their relationship public - shawn was grateful for that now - but now he was meant to start a relationship with a girl he had only spoken to twice? that was way off shawn's branding. with two albums filled with love songs, he'd be the last person you'd expect to be in a fake relationship - but maybe that would be why it would be so believable?

"why?" shawn asked.

at that moment in time, he was only able to give short, one-worded answers because of all the information crossing his mind. after all, how was he supposed to react? how would a normal person even react to news like that?

"the label noticed that both yours and eleanor's streams and sales spiked and both of you are the top two trends on twitter so they thought 'why not take it up a notch?!' and because of the contract you two both signed-"

"can someone remind me why i did that?" shawn interrupted.

"because you were tired of being a magcon boy and wanted to get out of that dark hole," andrew said bluntly, "anyway, that contract gives them the power to do something like that so i spoke to eleanor's manager and we organised for you two to hang out tomorrow and maybe post some cute snapchats or something. like the stuff you always wanted to do with camila."

"i guess," shawn spoke softly.

"hey kid, look at the bright side!" andrew said brightly, putting a hand on shawn's shoulder, "you've now got a girlfriend! remember when you were telling me about how all of your fans were tweeting you to get a girlfriend? now you can make your fans happy - just like how you always wanted to do. give them the quality content they deserve. oh, and you get to say 'i'm dating eleanor kavinsky, the most lusted after girl in hollywood.' you can make so many people jealous of that! and streams and sales go up - so you get richer-"

"okay, okay, okay. i'll try and make the best out of this," shawn said, half-heartedly.

"and who knows? you might even fall in love with her?!" andrew chuckled.

shawn could only roll his eyes and think, "no fucking way."

"hey?! you never know!"

eleanor anne kavinsky.

while chris was her manager, eleanor also considered him to be one of her best friends. chris was one of the three human beings alive who knew everything about eleanor. there were two others - but they were now dead. when eleanor received the news of their deaths she couldn't help but think, 'thank god, there are two fewer people to worry about.'

the second person who knew about eleanor was also one of her best friends and her name was marina jane hernandez. marina owned an upscale bar in manhattan but had inherited it from her late father. marina was rich. incredibly rich. the kind of people she attracted at her bar was billionaire ceos that wanted a place to drink and laugh about their first-world problems and mistresses and complain about tax returns and maybe go home with a pretty lady on their arm just for the night. marina saw the faults in her clients but would always laugh, "every night they come here to drink, we steal a little bit of their bloody fortune and i am totally okay with that."

and the third person who knew about eleanor? that's a story for another time.

the morning after the incident and the news of eleanor's new love interest, marina had flown into la to see eleanor and try and make her feel better about her situation. "honestly, i don't understand why you keep staying in hotels and you don't have a house here... or even an air bnb?!" marina had exclaimed once she arrived at eleanor's hotel and settled in the room next to hers.

"i like new york better," eleanor shrugged.

"but your entire world's in la! you're apart of the glitz and glamour of hollywood now! come on!" marina said, using jazz hands to prove her point.

"i know, but it doesn't feel like my world... not yet."

"okay, so back to why i'm here... baby e has a boyfriend!" marina giggled.

"call me baby e again and i'll make sure they don't find your body," eleanor rolled her eyes.

"hey, hey, hey! i do not have the energy to be dealing with a murder scandal right now! so keep it in your dreams for now, kavinsky," chris laughed.

"shut it or you'll be next, steinburg," eleanor smiled.

it was only around chris and marina that eleanor could say that she felt truly happy. with those two she could truly let go and be herself (whoever that was) and it was the best feeling in the world.

"so, spill! who's the new man? i don't keep up with all of the hollywood shit and i only listen to classical music so unless your boyfriend is beethoven, i probably won't know him," marina joked, flopping down on the bed.

"my fake boyfriend, you mean," eleanor said, sitting down next to her and looking at chris, "his name is shawn mendes."

"teen pop star," eleanor said bluntly.

"wait, let me show you a picture," chris said, trying to lighten the mood as he pulled out his phone and looked for a photo.

he passed his phone to marina and her eyes widened immediately, "damn girl, if i wasn't a raging lesbian i would be all over his ass! wait, is he that guy who followed dinah on twitter and she started crying?" she questioned, referring to her little sister who spent most of her time glued to her phone rather than studying like marina always bugged her to.

"yep," eleanor laughed, "anyway, this guy is super weird. he keeps trying to get into my personal life and i'm like no thanks!"

"or maybe he just wants to get to know you," chris shrugged.

"i don't know, i don't want to think about this now! someone should call room service and order some alcohol, i want to get wine drunk with you two idiots!" eleanor exclaimed.

and eleanor always got what eleanor wanted.

a/n – so in this story, shawmila is real! i don't ship it (or particularly like camila) but i thought it would be interesting to write. also someone needs to stop me from writing so much! also i love marina and i came up with her character ten minutes ago lmaoo