Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

eighteen: oh, i know i'm worse for weather.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Wrote this and thrusted myself into this world to combat the loneliness. It helped. Enjoy xx.

Waking up in Shawn's arms is something I think I will never be tired of. Even on nights when sleep is hardly restful, and when my mind is hardly quiet. His embrace makes it all okay when everything is the furthest thing from that.

Unfortunately, my restlessness is shared with him. We both wake hours before we need to be awake, his arm lazily thrown around my waist as I lay facing him. He moves closer, our noses touching, lips barely ghosting over one another.

The voice from yesterday comes creeping in, causing me to move back a little as I stretch, hoping my stretching and yawning covers up my true emotions.

I don't want to distance myself completely because regardless of what I'm feeling, this is still my job. Even if it hasn't felt like a job at all lately. It is my job, and I can't be distant. It's barely been a month or so. This is supposed to go until the end of May. I can't have headlines about our distance popping up right now.

"You're thinking too loud."

My eyes find his again, my vision coming back to focus. "Sorry."

His hand reaches for my cheek, and I let him. I'm tired. And...his hands are soft. "Are you okay?"

"Honestly," I chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch. "I don't know."

"Is it about the director?"

"Partly."

I think he senses my dismissal because his next question is not about something else that could possibly be bothering me. Instead, it's, "Do you wanna get coffee?"

I smile softly, replying, "Sure."

We get dressed in silence, Shawn taking over the bathroom first to give me some privacy in the room. I settle for some black jeans and a maroon sweater, something comfortable because sometimes dressing like this soothes my mind. Instead of the normal heels I wear my flats, not knowing where we're going or how long of a walk it'll be. Or what the rest of today entails, really.

Shawn emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in his black jeans and...a pink hoodie.

I raise an eyebrow, tugging my sweater over my hands. "What is that?"

He has to glance down at what he's wearing before he can answer. "Oh, it's the new 'Lost in Japan' merch." He pauses. "Do you like it?"

"I'm not gonna steal it," I deadpan, my lips turning up in a smile. "But yes."

"What's your size?"

"...small."

Without missing a single beat, Shawn walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a second hoodie. He checks the tag and frowns. "It's a medium."

I give him a tired look. "It's okay."

"Do you still want it?"

"Of course I do!" I exclaim, holding my hands out. He chuckles, tossing the hoodie in my direction. As soon as it hits my hands, I gasp. "Shit, that's soft."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I reply, holding it up. "This is so cute!" I give him a look, holding it to my chest. "Would it be weird if I wore it today?"

"Why would it be weird?"

Right. We're a couple, so if we match, it's not going to be seen as weird. They're going to eat it up. "Never mind. I'm gonna wear it." I begin tugging my sweater over my head, and it's too late when I realize that Shawn is still standing in front of me. I give him another tired look as I toss my sweater on the bed. I'm blushing anyway, realizing what I've done, but his own embarrassment is making me feel less embarrassed and more amused. "It's a sports bra. Get over yourself," I laugh awkwardly, watching as he turns red underneath his hands.