Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 18)

Shawn's POV

After we watched the sunset, Niall and I walked back to my car and drove back to the guitar shop. Niall told me that he wasn't able to write again tomorrow and said I could just stay home. As much as I didn't want to, I decided to wait until Niall and I were able to write together again. Niall and I said our goodbyes and dove to our separate places.

Now, I'm sitting on the couch re-watching Harry Potter and trying so hard to pay attention. However, as much as I tried, I couldn't focus on the movie and my mind kept wandering to the song Niall and I were writing. I wanted to write it with Niall but, at the same time, so many ideas were flooding into my mind and I couldn't stop. I paused the movie and got off the couch to grab a notebook for my ideas. As soon as the notebook and pencil were in my hand, I started frantically writing down all the ideas that were bottled inside my mind. While I was writing ideas in the notebook, I decided to play the movie for background noise.

After a few minutes, I realized that the movie wasn't helping so I turned it off and walked into my room. I sat on my bed still writing sloppy notes until I looked up and saw my guitar in the corner of the room. There seemed to be a force pulling me towards the guitar and before I knew it, I was sitting on my bed with my guitar in my hands. I mindlessly started plucking a few strings before they turned into chords and with the chords came lyrics. After quickly writing the chords and lyrics down, I put the notebook and my guitar away and decided to get out of the house.

I grabbed my coat, my apartment key, wallet, and phone before I walked out of the apartment and locking it. I walked down the stairs and out of the apartment complex. I had no idea where I was going, but wherever it was, I just hoped it would get my mind off Niall and the song.

I walked for a while before stopping in front of Cameron's house. Surprised that I had mindlessly walked the thirty minutes to Cameron's house, I shook it off and walked up to the door. After giving it a good knock, I heard shuffling coming from inside. The door opened to reveal a shirtless Cameron.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked.

"No, I was actually planning on heading to bed," Cameron said sleepily.

"Shit, sorry man," I said. "I didn't realize what time it was."

"It's not like it's almost midnight or anything," Cameron said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"Almost midnight?" I asked. "You made it sound like it was almost two or three."

"Do you need anything?" Cameron asked, looking very annoyed.

"I was just trying to get my mind off of something, but if you're going to sleep, I'll let you be," I said.

"Alright, have a nice night," Cameron said.

"Night, Cam," I said, walking away from his house and down the street again.

I walked until I came across a gas station. Walking into the gas station, I noticed that it was the gas station where I got Niall's chocolate. I smiled at the thought until I realized that the chocolate was still in my car.

"Going somewhere?" a heard a gruff voice ask.

"Uh, no. I'm just looking around," I said, looking to see that the voice came from the man behind the counter.

"Are you gonna buy something?" the man asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll get what I need and be out of your hair soon enough."

The man rolled his eyes before watching me again as I wandered around the gas station. After buying a small bottle of soda and a box of brownies, I left the gas station. I began walking again and as I was walking, my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I asked, answering the phone.

"Hi, Shawn," I heard a man's voice say happily.

"Hi?" I asked. "Who is this?"

"Oh, sorry. It's Harry, from Taylor's concert," he said.

"Harry Styles?" I asked.

"Yup," he confirmed.

"Oh, how have you been?" I asked, crossing the street.

"Good," Harry said. "How about you?"

I sighed. "Could be better."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Niall and I are writing a song," I said. "But when we're together, I can't think."

"Okay, and?" Harry asked.

"When I was alone in my apartment, I kept thinking of ideas for the song," I said.

"Oh, that could be an issue," Harry said. "Why can't you think around him?"

"I guess I just get nervous," I said.

"Explain," Harry said, sounding interested.

"My heart starts to race whenever I'm near him and my hands begin to shake. I feel like I talk too much around him and I get a little self-conscious," I explained.

"Those sound like song lyrics," Harry said.

"Great, now the song is affecting how I speak and think," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You know, getting nervous around someone is normal, especially if you like them," Harry said.

"Is that how you were with Louis?" I asked.

"Yeah," Harry said.

"Hey, I hate to do this, but I'm just arriving back at my apartment and it's getting late," I said.

"Is this your way of telling me that you have to go?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, sorry," I said.

"You don't have to be sorry," Harry said. "Louis wants me to bed anyway."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," Harry said. "Bye, mate."

"Bye," I said before hanging up the phone and putting it in my pocket.

Once the phone was safely in my pocket, I walked up the stairs and to my apartment. I unlocked the door and walked in, putting my keys in the bowl next to the door. I relocked the door, walked into the living room, and placed my soda and brownies on the coffee table. Turning on the TV, I decided to watch some Netflix before I eventually fell asleep on the couch.