Professional Publicity Stunt » Shawn Mendes✔️

twenty-three: i'm speechless.

And I've been in a daze
Ever since the day that we met
You take the breath out of my lungs
Can't even fight it
And all of the words out of my mouth without even trying

Since Shawn was invited to the Met Gala by Tommy Hilfiger, that's where the stylists come from. They start pouring into our hotel room around four, even though the red carpet won't open up until seven. But as soon as they come in I see why it'll take so long.

Despite me telling Shawn many, many times that I prefer to do my own hair and makeup because I feel awkward with someone else doing it, he still had a hair stylist and makeup artist come for me.

I move to protest, but he pulls me in for a hug, whispering in my ear, "Stop. You deserve it." And when Shawn is this sure of something, there's no arguing.

And he has a point. Maybe I do deserve this.

Okay, I'm kidding. I don't deserve any of this at all.

"I feel stupid," I blurt when the hairstylist – her name is Jane – begins curling my hair, while the makeup artist, Kevin, starts doing my makeup.

"Why?"

I take a quick glance over and see Shawn is too busy with looking at the rack with our outfits on it to hear me. "Because I don't deserve this," I whisper.

Kevin stops completely from doing my makeup. Jane makes a sound of disapproval. The two share a look over my head before continuing.

"When was the last time you pampered yourself?"

When I let out a laugh, they frown. Shawn hears my laugh, though, and comes walking over – without his shirt on, for Christ's sake, he doesn't understand how distracting he is when he doesn't wear a shirt.

"Are you making my girlfriend laugh?" He teases Kevin.

And Kevin rolls his eyes. "We all know I find your species more attractive than hers – no offence."

"None taken," I shrug. "My boyfriend's pretty hot."

Shawn immediately blushes, giving my shoulder a gentle touch before looking at me in the mirror. "Yeah. My girlfriend's pretty hot, too."

"And your girlfriend thinks she doesn't deserve this," Jane comments after finishing curling the right side of my hair.

"Thanks for throwing me under the bus."

She chuckles. "Sorry, honey."

I look up to see Shawn's frown, which only causes me to sigh. "I know, I know. We talked about this. You don't need to repeat it. I got it."

He squeezes my hand. "You do deserve it."

"Thank you," I murmur, even though I know in seventeen days, he won't be saying the same thing. In seventeen days, I am definitely going to be the enemy.

I've kept count. I shouldn't. I can't help it.

"They're so in love," Jane smirks, but her smile is full of fondness.

Kevin, on the other hand, deadpans, "I know. Makes me sick," while priming my eyelids for some eyeshadow.

Shawn and I laugh, causing Kevin's playful frown to deepen and Jane's smile to widen.

"How did you guys meet?"

Shawn and I both still.

I can't believe this has been going on for two months and neither of us have been asked this question. Nor do we have an answer.

Shawn attempts to save the day. "It's a little fuzzy."

"Okay," Jane pauses, setting her hands on my shoulders, giving me a look through the mirror. "Does he not remember or is it really fuzzy?"