Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

sixteen: i loved you in secret.

Not surprisingly enough, falling asleep while on FaceTime is a routine Shawn and I keep up for the rest of the week while he's in Toronto.

He is flying home today, or rather, here. He's flying into LAX and picking me up from my place. We're going to grab some lunch before our flight to Sweden.

Insane, I know. I haven't been back to Stockholm since I was there a few years ago with one of my first clients. He was an actor, so he was there promoting his movie, and we were only there for two days. But I think Shawn said we're supposed to be there for four days.

Then we're off to Germany and England for the same reason, but we're staying in England for an extra while because he's doing some stuff with BBC Radio 1 and performing at the Queen of England's birthday party – which, I am still debating on attending. He said his family is all flying in and I'm not sure I want to risk it...but on the other hand, his sister has spoken to me and he was most likely pressured into telling his parents.

I'm not sure about how much he told them. He didn't have time to explain and said it wasn't that important, but it sure sounded like it had an impact on him. I'll get it out of him later.

I roll my suitcases into the living room, throwing myself down on the couch. I love traveling. I do. But that's exactly it: I love to travel. Packing, not so much.

As if he can hear my complaints, there's a knock on my door and a text from Shawn saying he's here. I slide off the couch to walk over to the door – well, I ran. Speed-walk.

I open the door, smiling so hard I can barely help it, to see Shawn standing there. He's wearing a new jacket, one that's jean material on the outside but much softer and fuzzier on the inside.

He moves first, obviously lacking the self-control I'm trying to pretend to have because he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I gladly accept the hug, burying my face into his jacket as we sway back and forth.

"Someone missed me," I mumble into his chest, chuckling when he shushes me and holds me tighter.

"I did."

"It's okay," I admit. "I missed you too."

"Really?"

I turn my head to look up at him, smiling softly. "Yeah." I pause. "I'm hungry."

"Me too," he laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before stepping back. "Are you all packed?"

I nod. "I am." And call me stupid, but I can't help myself. "Hey." I bring my hands up to cup his jaw, standing on my toes a little to press a kiss to his lips. He takes a deep breath, his arms wrapping themselves back around my waist.

We linger for much longer than we should, noses touching, just holding.

"I missed that too."

I laugh at his remark, finally opening my eyes to see his still closed. I stroke his cheek, his eyes fluttering open at the action. He smiles for a second before he pulls me closer, this time pressing his lips against mine first.

"Okay, I'm good," he breathes, pulling away. "We should get going."

"Yes, we should," I chuckle, turning around to my bags.

I shrug my purse onto my shoulders, and before I can get one of my suitcases, so Shawn doesn't have to carry both of them, he already has both of them in his hands. I give him a tired look, and he smiles, heading out the door.