Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

eight: we keep this love in a photograph.

A/N: I know this one is kinda short, but I just wanted to post a cute lil' feel good chapter. I've also never been on a plane, so I try to steer away from airplane/airport scenes because I feel like it shows through that I have no absolute clue what I'm doing. Anyway. Happy reading!

I wake to the loud ringing of the hotel room phone. So loud that I now understand why Shawn practically slams his hand down on the receiver to answer the call.

            "What?" I hear him murmur. "We're up. Yeah...I know. Leaving at six. I know. M'okay." The receiver clicks back place, followed by a loud sigh from Shawn.

            I slowly open my eyes, the sun not even fully up just yet. Shawn head is facing me, his eyes still closed as he breathes deeply.

            I move so I can shake his shoulder...his bare shoulder.

            Get it together. You've been awake for barely a minute.

            "Shawn..." I whisper. "We gotta get up."

            He takes a deep breath, finally opening his eyes. "I know."

            "How late were you up?"

            "Two?" He muses. "You fell asleep pretty quick."

            I smile sheepishly. "Sorry about that," I pause, the fact just occurring to me that I'm literally laying in his bed. "Sorry for kinda...taking over your bed." I bring my legs closer to me, realizing also that I am kind of stretched out. I don't normally do that.

            He shakes his head, moving to prop himself up on his elbow. "It's okay. I was worried about you."

            "Sorry about that, too," I chuckle. So many apologies and the sun isn't even up yet. "I'm not always a mess, I swear."

            "You're not a mess," he says, his hand – I swear he doesn't think before he does these things – cradling my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheek. "What movie are we watching on the plane?" He blurts.

            I laugh. "I haven't even had coffee yet. Don't ask me these things."

            "Okay," he returns the laugh, and somehow this moment – us laying in bed together in these early morning hours after a night of him serenading me – has my heart wanting to expand enough to just be enough for someone like him.

            We roll ourselves out of bed after Andrew texts Shawn a second later, another reminder that we need to leave in less than an hour. I go into my room, the atmosphere feeling foreign now that I didn't spend the night in here.

            I push the feeling away, going to my suitcase and grabbing an outfit. Plane rides are where I can get away in leggings and a hoodie – so that's exactly what I wear. I stuff all my dirty clothes – not even really dirty, just worn for a day – back in my suitcase, being sure to get all of my toiletries out of the bathroom and back in there as well.

            I stuff my phone charger in my purse, doing one last sweep over the room before I roll my suitcase into Shawn's room.

            He's in the bathroom, so I crawl back in his bed, checking my phone while I wait for him.

>Kate: Heading back to LA tomorrow! Are you in town yet?

            I smile, typing out a reply.

>I will be in 8ish hours 😉

            She's probably still asleep with the time change and all. And, knowing how set life usually is, they probably have a later flight due to working during the day. But she loves her job, so I know she doesn't mind.