Bad Reputation. ||Shawn Mendes ||

Illuminate

*Alex'a Pov*

I put on my charcol distresed Iron Maiden top and I tuck it into my tight black skirt. I then put on a black leather jacket and my black strappy heels. I do my make up and I curl my hair and pull it back into a messy pony tail. I get a text from Shawn and I head out to his jeep.

"Holy Fuck," Shawn says when I get in.

"Shut up and drive," I say holding in a smile.

"Hey you aren't going to complement me, it is my big night," Shawn says.

"Well I am not the person who is making us late," I say, "Fine, your hair looks soft."

"That's all, after that dream I was expecting more," Shawn smirks.

"I will kill you," I say looking out the window.

No I did not have a sex dream about Shawn but I don't want to have that conversation.

We pull up outside a building and we walk in. There are lodes of people walking around some famous, some not. There is a big screen at the back of the room which has a count down clock for when Shawn's album comes out. Shawn waves to people as we walk through the crowd.

"Hey Shawn," Someone says giving Shawn a bro hug.

"Hey John," Shawn smiles.

"Oh my god you're John Mayer," I say trying not to fan girl but failing.

"Yeah, nice to meet you," he smiles.

"John, this is Alex my, friend," Shawn says pausing before saying friend.

"I love your music," I smile. I'm really not doing well with this no fan girling.

"Thanks," John smiles, "Well I'm going to go find Teddy, but good luck Shawn if I don't see you again tonight," he says walking off into the crowd.

"So you knew him but not me, I'm kind of hurt," Shawn says after John walks away.

"Oh shut up," I say walking over to the bar.

Sometime passes and the countdown says 2 hours 52 minuets and 27 seconds. I talk to some people but mostly to Shawn since I don't know many people here.

"Hey, you're Alex, Shawn's friend, right," Someone says and I turn around to see Charlie firckin' Puth standing there smiling.

"Yeah, and you are Charlie Puth," I say doing a slight better job at not fan girling.

"I guess I am," Charlie smiles.

"You are a really good singer," I say taking a sip of my one to many-th drink.

"Thanks," he smiles, "Do you want to dance?"

"Sure," my drunk-ass self smiles.

We walk over to the dance floor and we both start to dance really badly which makes me laugh really hard.

"You have a cute laugh," Charlie yells over the music.

"Thanks," I grin. I look up at the clock and it says 2 hours 3 minuets and 12 seconds, "I should probably go try and sober up for Shawn's big moment," I say knowing it's going to take a hot minuet.

"Well it was really nice meeting you Alex," Charlie smiles.

"You too," I say walking over to the bar and getting a glass of water.

"There you are," Shawn says walking over to me.

"Hi," I smile.

"Water? You are drunk aren't you," Shawn says.

"I'm not drunk, I'm slightly tipsy," I say taking a sip of water.

"Same thing, anyway, I want to show you something," Shawn says grabbing my hand.

He pulls me through the crowd to the back of the room. He pushes open a door and we walk up some, or should I say so many, steps. We walk through the door at the top and out onto the roof. The sky is sprinkled with stars and the horizon is filled with mountains and hills.

"Wow," I smile.

"You like it?" Shawn says.

"Yes," I grin.

We walk over to the edge of the roof and lean against the wall. We stand there looking at the view not saying anything. Now and then I would catch him staring at me in the corner of my eye and I try not to smile. We go back inside and Shawn gets some photos taken and then he prepares for his speech.

I look up at the count down and it says 32 minuets and 48 seconds. Shawn starts his speech. It's really sweet and through out it he gives me little looks and I make funny faces back at him. When he's done Andrew says a few words then Shawn comes and stands beside me and interlocks our hands. The countdown begins and I give his hand a squeeze. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and then Shawn's album starts playing over the speakers. Everyone screams and claps and whoops. Are hands get separated as people pat Shawn on the back and congratulate him.

I feel so proud of him. I take my phone out and Shawn is already trending on twitter. Shawn goes and deals with some media stuff and then comes back to the party.

"Everyone loves it," I smile as Shawn walks over to me.

"And you?" Shawn asks.

"And I'm one of those everyone's," I say grinning.

"Really?" Shawn says surprised.

"Yes really," I smile.

"Do you like it enough to tell me what your dream was about," Shawn says raising his eyebrows.

"Not going to happen," I say.

"Well then I'm going to carry on thinking you had a sex dream about me," Shawn smiles.

"It was not a sex dream," I say.

"Then what was it?" Shawn asks.

"What, you're breaking up, I can't hear you," I say walking off into the crowd.

"Hay, that's my thing," Shawn says following me.

"Hey Charlie want to dance?" I ask him.

"Sure," Charlie smiles.

"Sorry dancing with Charlie," I say.

"Not anymore he says grabbing my hand and pulling me to the side.

"Excuse me," I say to Shawn.

"Just tell me what the dream was about," Shawn says.

"I can't," I say getting serious.

"Why not?" Shawn asks.

"I just, I can't, it's to painful," I say tears filling my eyes.