Over the course of the next two weeks, Shawn does a secret listening session in Berlin, Germany, and in London, England. We stay in London the longest because on top of the listening session, Shawn performs for BBC Radio One, and – the most unbelievable part of it all – he performs at Queen Elizabeth II's birthday party.
The night was tough in itself because trying to stay focused and process where I was and that I was watching Shawn perform there was all difficult. It was the most difficult event to stay focused at for sure. I don't know that I've been that shocked in a while.
We're back in New York now, just two weeks later. Shawn is performing at Time's 100 Most Influential People event. The list was released while we were in London and I still remember the look of shock and wonder on his face when Andrew told him the news. We celebrated, obviously, but I remember him hugging me for the longest time.
Conveniently enough – not convenient for Shawn's anxiety, though – the music video for his song "In My Blood" is being released at midnight. And he's performing tomorrow.
So, that is the current situation we're in.
We're sitting in the hotel room in New York, it's barely ten at night, so we've got two more hours to wait before the video drops. We're staying up, obviously. The door to the conjoined room is just to my left, but it remains unused.
I haven't had much time to really think about the feelings I had while we were in Stockholm. Shawn has been so busy, so by default I've also been busy. No word from the director yet, but Kate did call yesterday to tell me she had talked to him. So, there's some progress. Kind of. Not really.
"One hour," Shawn comments, right as the clock turns over to eleven.
"Stop worrying," I lightly scold, shoving his arm. "Focus on Harry Potter." We just started Prisoner of Azkaban again, so Harry has just passed out on the Hogwarts Express after the Dementors board the train.
"Okay," Shawn replies with a sigh, leaning to wrap his arm around my shoulders. I lean into his side, watching as Professor Lupin hands Harry a bit of chocolate to eat.
"That looks good."
"Chocolate?"
"Mhm," I hum. "Is it too late to order room service?"
"Are you being serious?" He laughs.
"Obviously!"
He leans over to look at the catalogue, shaking his head in disbelief as he grabs the phone. "What do you want?"
"There's time?" He nods. "Yes! Okay, what do they have?"
Since I'm indecisive and I claim that we should be celebrating the music video and performance tomorrow, Shawn orders brownies and ice cream with fudge, with a literal side plate of cake.
The look on my face when it comes to the room must have been priceless because Shawn takes a picture and posts it to his Instagram story, captioning it, "She wanted chocolate," with a laughing emoji and a heart.
We eat the dessert together in the bed, somehow managing to get Shawn to stay focused on the movie and not on the clock. Though once we finish eating, he does start looking at the clock again. Which, he does need to. We're down to the last half-hour.
"What's the video like?" I ask once he pauses the movie, trying to focus on the announcements on Twitter.
"Uh..." He shrugs. "It's weird to explain. We can watch it."
"Do you have it?"
"Yeah," he nods. "In my email."
"Okay," I chuckle. "I mean, if you want to."
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Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️
Fanfiction{A Shawn Mendes fic} Rylie Banes. You know her. You've seen her in pictures. You've seen her on the arm of a million different celebrities. And you always shrug it off. But it's her job. And Shawn Mendes is her next client.
