NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

shawn peter raul mendes.

when shawn woke up, his head was on the keys of a grand piano and his hands were placed either side of his head making his assume that he fell asleep playing the piano. he lifted his head up and rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his vision. when he looked up he saw the sleeping figure of eleanor curled up on top of the piano, a guitar pick in her hands while her dark hair was sprawled around her, framing her face beautifully. shawn stood up and shook out his legs and looked around him to see the guitars from last night, some sheet music scattered in places and a piece of paper with lyrics to song called 'because i had you' that was written in eleanor's neat script and at the bottom she had written 'sm3 - song number one and it's fucking amazing! written by eleanor kavinsky and shawn mendes.'

shawn smiled once he saw that, remembering how they had fought over who should have the song, eleanor insisting that it should be entirely him while shawn begged her for the song to be a duet. he also remembered giving into her once he saw how much she wanted to him to have it as she claimed that 'it gave her handwritten vibes' and shawn recalled laughing at the fact that she knew all the words to 'show you' and 'a little too much.'

"eleanor kavinsky, the more i get to know you the more confused i become," shawn remembered him laughing.

"that's my trick, baby!" eleanor laughed back at him.

but that was yesterday. when both of them couldn't bare the thought of being alone and they desperately needed someone to be with. today was a different day. things would go back to normal and eleanor would most likely pretend that last night never happened and go back to being her usual cold, mysterious self.

shawn spotted his backpack where he left it yesterday, but various items of his such as journals, speakers and his phone were scattered on the floor and as he began to retrieve them eleanor began to stir.

"wait, did i fall asleep on top of the piano?" she groaned, running a hand through her somewhat messy hair.

shawn turned around to look at her and smiled, "i feel your pain, i fell asleep playing the piano."

eleanor laughed but soon her smile vanished, "are you leaving now?"

"do you want me to?" shawn asked, curious for her answer.

"no," she replied, surprising shawn completely.

"then i'll stay," shawn weakly smiled.

"thank you," eleanor paused and checked the time on her phone, "do you want breakfast even though it's, what? three in the afternoon?"

"sure."

eleanor jumped off of the piano and walked over to her kitchen and opened the fridge, "the only thing i have in my fridge is yoghurt and coca cola," she laughed, "i need to get my assistant to go grocery shopping for me."

"you don't do your own groceries?" shawn asked, following her.

"it's hard. people recognise you and then more people come and it's a mess. sometimes all i want to do is go grocery shopping in sweatpants and no make-up without the stress of being caught and it being all over the internet," eleanor said, shivering at the thought.

"i just deal with it, i love my fans and-" shawn started.

"but here's the thing, you're naturally handsome as fuck - which isn't fair by the way - so you don't have to worry about how you look, and because you're a guy people don't give a shit about how you look and why are you looking at me like that?" eleanor stopped her as she noticed the dreamy look shawn was giving her, "or is that just how you normally look like and i'm missing something?"

shawn chuckled at how comfortable the two had gotten with each other over last night. bonding over their songwriting last night had made him see eleanor in a new light and instead of being perfect in the world's eyes, she became more human to him. and it intrigued him.

"no, it's nothing. and don't worry, i understand what you mean. i can relate but not too much. like you said, i'm a guy and i don't have to worry as much because people don't try to demonise me so easily," shawn said, nodding his head.

"yeah, you don't get a lot of guys that admit that as well," eleanor said, taking the yoghurt out of the fridge and grabbing some spoons from a drawer nearby, "bon appetit."

"thank you," shawn said, peeling away the wrapping on top and digging in, "well, more guys should admit it because it' the truth. people just don't want to see what's right in front of them."

eleanor smiled and shawn asked, "are you doing anything today?"

"unfortunately," eleanor frowned, "i have to go meet with my two new opening acts for my australian tour."

shawn shielded his disappointment with a smile and questioned, "who are they? i might know them."

"troye sivan and charli xcx," eleanor said before spooning some yoghurt into their mouth.

"i love troye, his music is amazing," shawn said, "charli xcx, is that the fancy girl?"

at his remark, eleanor burst out into laughter. shawn, confused, asked, "what?"

"nothing," she chuckled, "you're so clueless and it's kind of funny, to be honest."

"so i make you laugh?" shawn asked, flirtation in his voice.

"at you, not with you," eleanor clarified, almost flirting back.

"i'm offended-" shawn was cut off by eleanor's phone ringing and she went to go check who the caller was and said, "it's marina," and answered.

shawn carefully studied her face as she listened to marina on the phone, her smile falling to a serious and sombre expression on her face and the way that she would lick her lips before humming in agreement to something she heard and the gentle flutter of her eyelashes and the way the afternoon sunlight would hit just the right angle of her face and make it seemed like eleanor glowed for the gods.

"okay, i'm coming over," eleanor finally spoke and then hung up on marina and turned to shawn, her sullen expression not changing, "i've got to go, i'll see you around."

and with that, eleanor turned her back on shawn and left him alone in her apartment as she vanished into the november new york day.

a/n - i have no idea where i'm going with this oops