Who Would've Known (S.M Fanfiction)

Chapter 34

Once I'm home I strip my clothes off and remove the little makeup I have left. I put my pajamas on and let my hair loose. I climb in my bed and no matter how hard I close my eyes I can't sleep. I feel like stupid Pennywise is gonna jump on top of me and slice my throat. After like half an hour of laying in bed with my heart in my throat, I grab my phone from my night table and check Instagram. I go to notifications and check them, I have some new comments on my project posts and a couple new followers. I honestly haven't been paying attention to my personal account, except for posting stories. My project page isn't getting better, if something is getting worse and worse. I go to my timeline and start scrolling down. At first I see posts from friends, I like a couple and comment in another couple. Then all the posts from artists show up, the ones of art and ideas for my stationary work come next. And lastly all the Shawn Mendes fan accounts start showing. I see fotos of Shawn with fans at the AMC and some videos of him talking to fans. Then I see photos of both of us. Me with a huge belly. There's this one post with two pictures, on the first one he's helping me get up and we are both holding hands and laughing, the next picture is of both of us walking with my hand on my fake belly. The caption of the photos say Apparently baby Mendes is coming sooner than expected 😍. Out of curiosity I check the comments, there are like a thousand theories and reasons why that kid isn't Shawn's. I read nearly all comments, I laugh at some crazy theories, get mad at some bitches calling me a slut, I get in love with some nice comments and so on. Then I see this comment from a girl that says that I'm not pregnant that it was just a fake belly, and she says that she knows this because she saw me in the bathroom with a flat stomach, she says she even has a photo as a proof. Some fans believe her and others don't. I keep scrolling down in my timeline and I end up seeing all the photos of tonight. I go and check my project page one last time and it only gets worse. I stay there counting all the comments, and the negatives ones are winning. I go and check the pages of the people in my class. I win on who's got most followers, but on comments, although I have more, I'm last. I have so many negative comments that all the positive ones, don't count at all. I start getting mad at this. All the effort and work I have put in this project, it's all gone. The good thing is that the Instagram page isn't the only way this project will be evaluated. I stay there looking at my phone for what feels like an hour, when I decide I need to do something. I go to Twitter and I start writing a tweet. It takes me like half an hour to have the tweet ready. Once I'm done writing and editing it, I read it one last time, and post it. Once it's posted I stay there looking at the tweet and I read it again, Hey, I just wanted to say that I have noticed a couple of you started following me on my project page, and for that thank you! I also noticed some of you have been liking and giving me a nice feedback and I'm really thankful for that, so again thank you❤! However I also noticed that some have commented negative stuff, and I'm okay with it, not everyone is going to like my work. But I'll really appreciate it if it was just one negative comment per post. I have worked really hard on this project, so please think twice before commenting mean stuff. ❤

Satisfied with my tweet I see how people start liking the tweet, retweeting it, and replying to it. I stay there reading the replies when I start to get sleepy. And before I know it I'm sound asleep.

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I wake up and the first thing I do is grab my phone, but unlucky me the phone is dead. I plug it and go pee and wash my face. I then go downstairs and prepare some breakfast for Jen and me. She wakes up a while later and we both have breakfast together. I tell her everything about last night, and she mentions seeing my tweet.

"You saw it? And how are people reacting?" I asked while eating my fourth pancake.

"Not good Emmy. Maybe you should consider talking to Shawn sooner than expected."