Training Mendes // s.m.

seven

Millie
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"What?"

"You never let me explain what happened. We didn't have sex, I would never do that."

"We didn't.."

"No."

I sighed, of relief. I felt so stupid, not letting him explain what actually happened.

"What did happen?"

"Not here." He said, signalling there were more people coming in.

We finished our running and headed back to the room.

"You were very drunk. We came back to the hotel and you offered a free strip show. You started, however, I again wouldn't do that. I didn't know what bag your clothing was in, so I didn't go through them. I let you strip and put my shirt over you, after you tried many times to take my clothing off. I ended up in your bed because you kept begging." He explained.

The memories were foggy, but they were there.

"Thank you." I said.

"Of course, Millie. I don't know why you freaked out, but I promise I would never use a girl like that." He smiled.

"You can shower first. Don't you have soundcheck to get to." I said.

He checked his watch and nodded. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle tee. He went to the bathroom and quickly showered. Meanwhile, I called Vicky back.

"We didn't have sex." I said as soon as the phone connected.

"You didn't?"

"We didn't. I gave him a strip show and he put his shirt on me because he didn't want to go through my stuff. We didn't have sex."

"That's good. I have to start driving up, I will see you soon babe!"

"Bye, I love you, see you soon." I said, hanging up.

"Who do you love? A secret boyfriend I don't know about? Is that why you freaked out?"

"No, I-"

"I have to go." He said, his face looking sad.

"Shawn, I was talking to.."

He grabbed his things and left.

"My best friend." I said as the door shut.

♡

I kept checking twitter, seeing fans update soundcheck. They mentioned Shawn seemed off. I wondered if it was our conversation before he left. They were saying he just looked sad, like he was forcing his smile and laugh. I frowned and got up.

I had showered and got changed into jean shorts and a random grey shirt. I pulled on my Vans and grabbed my purse, leaving the hotel for some food. I went to a little vegan place around the corner. I wasn't vegan, but this seemed better than McDonalds. I got myself a tofu wrap, getting Shawn a salad and some vegan chips.

I paid and ate at the place. I left Shawn's things in the bag and ate my wrap, scrolling over my twitter. A tweet popped up from Shawn, meaning soundcheck was over.

Can't wait to see all you beautiful people tonight!

I liked the tweet and finished my food. I stood up to leave and a girl came up to me.

"Are you Millie?" She asked.

"I believe so." I joked.

"Can we take a picture?"

"Sure." I smiled and we took a picture.

She seemed to roll her eyes and walked away. I was confused, however I went back to the hotel. Shawn was here, I heard him humming in the small kitchen.

"I brought food." I set it on the counter.

"I'm starving, thank you!" He ran over to it.

"Shawn, earlier. I was talking to my best friend. Not a secret boyfriend. She is coming to the show tonight."

"Oh.." He trailed.

I laughed and went to the bathroom. I put on some mascara and a little highlight. I walked out and back to the kitchen.

"When do we have to leave?"

"I believe like 20 minutes." He said.

I nodded and went to my bag, putting on some perfume and keeping my outfit on from earlier. I put my things back in my bag and zipped it up. I pulled my phone out and saw I was tagged in some tweet. It was the picture of the girl and I earlier.

no hype needed, she was alone, ugly, and boring! she shouldn't even be around our shawn, how can he even stand to be around such ugly

I gulped and tears welled in my eyes. I stared at the tweet and for some reason it got under my skin. I felt a hand on mine and I looked up. Shawn pulled me up and gave me a hug.

"I told you not to read them." He sighed.

"She seemed nice when I met her, why are people so mean." I said, holding back my tears.

"People don't know what they say, they are just jealous, remember?"

"So mean." I said, wrapping myself tighter around him, trying not to cry.

"Hey." He said.

He tilted my head to look at him and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The spot burned, it sent shivers over my body.

"It'll be okay." He smiled and pulled me back in for a hug.

I sighed and there was a knock on the door. The door came open and in walked Ivan.

"Time to go." He smiled to Shawn.

We pulled from the hug and grabbed our luggage. Shawn threw away his finished lunch and we left for the venue.

"We got you the VIP section, there will be security everywhere. I will have Ivan stay with you." Shawn informed me as we drove.

"If you ever feel like you had enough, tell Ivan and he will bring you backstage."

"Can I bring my friend to the VIP section?" I asked.

"Of course." He smiled, placing his hand on my thigh.

We drove to the venue, his hand burning my thigh. Ivan handed me a lanyard that said "SHAWN MENDES CREW" on it. It had a number code on the back, only the ones we had were somehow able to be read. We pulled into the venue and there were fans everywhere.

The driver took us to the back and Shawn hopped out. He ran inside and I went with Ivan. As we were going in, the fans were being let in. I waited for Vicky to text me that she was in, while watching the doors.

I felt my phone vibrate and saw her text. She was in section b, row 2. I told Ivan and he sent someone to get her. Minutes later she was with me. I felt my arms wrap around her and I wanted to cry.

"I missed you so much!" I smiled.

"I missed you more!"

We talked as we waited for the concert to start. I felt guilty I didn't know his songs, but I would for sure learn them. Vicky, however, knew them all. She would always rave to me about it, she even tried to get me to listen to it when we were in high school. Back then Shawn was young, now he is a grown man.

The lights dimmed and the building felt like it was shaking, fans were screaming and out walked Shawn. He began singing, fans and Vicky singing along. I put my hands to my chin and watched as he performed. He started to sing a song, Vicky said it was called Nervous.

Shawn's eyes kept meeting with mine and he would smile. Vicky started gushing about how the song is meant to be sang for me in this moment. Fans behind us were saying he was looking at them, but Vicky swore it was me.