Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 4)

Niall's POV

"I was wondering about another thing too," the girl said after the picture was taken.

"And what is that?" Shawn asked, giving the girl her phone back.

"Are you two on a date?" the girl asked.

"No," I answered too fast.

Both the girl and Shawn looked at me with confused looks.

"We are not a date," I said. "We are discussing new music."

"Seriously?!" the girl asked.

I nodded."Yep."

"OMG! Wait until everyone else hears about this!" the girl said, walking away.

"Working on a new song, aye?" Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well, at least it's better than saying yes to the date. If the fans found out, the news would spread like wildfire," Shawn said.

"Would you count this as a date though?" I asked.

"Maybe we'll just count this as hanging out, for now," Shawn said, winking at me.

I blushed. "Okay."

Suddenly, Shawn's phone started ringing.

Shawn looked at his phone for a second before making an "oops" face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have to take this call."

Shawn walked outside to talk on the phone and came back only seconds later. He sighed and grabbed his muffin and hot chocolate.

"I've got to get back to the studio," Shawn said.

My face fell. "You do?"

"Yeah," Shawn said.

At that moment, my hands became more interesting than the conversation.

"But," Shawn said, "can you walk me back to the guitar shop?"

I looked up at him.

"I've seem to forgotten how to get there," Shawn said, a smirk beginning to form on his lips.

"I mean… If you've forgotten how to get back to the guitar shop, I guess I can escort you there," I said, grabbing my hot chocolate, what was left of my muffin, and leading the way out of the cafe.

"What else do you have planned for today?" Shawn asked, as we walked out of the cafe.

"I'm probably going to see if I can start working on a song," I said. "Seeing as we were working on one."

"But I can't let you do that by yourself. You said that we were working on a song. Not just you," Shawn said.

"Yeah, but…," I started before Shawn cut me off.

"No buts," he said. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Good. Meet me at the guitar shop at noon so we can work on our song," Shawn said.

Before I could object, we had already reached the guitar shop where an angry, brown haired male waited.

"Shawn, where the hell were you?" the brown haired male asked.