Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 23)

Niall's POV

After a few days of me going over to Shawn's apartment and making sure he was getting better, I finally saw him at the guitar shop. I smiled at the fact that he was up and around because that meant he was feeling better. I walked over to him and sat down.

"How's my favorite brunette doing?" I asked.

Shawn turned to me and smiled. "A hell lot better than I was."

"That's good to hear," I smiled.

"Yeah, it's great to finally be out of the house. I feel like I've been cooped up there for too long," Shawn said.

"So you've been feeling better? No more coughing fits? No more fevers or colds?" I asked, still worried about Shawn.

"I'm fine, Niall," Shawn said, reassuring me. "I might cough here and there, but I'm not sick anymore."

"Okay," I said.

"Now, about the song," Shawn said, changing the subject.

"What about it?" I asked.

"We need to work on the lyrics," Shawn said.

"But that's all we worked on while you were sick," I said.

"That's not the only thing we worked on, but okay," Shawn said, sending me a wink.

I blushed. "I think we should work on the guitar part, Mendes."

"Whatever you say, Horan," Shawn said, mocking me.

I let out a light chuckle before grabbing a guitar so we could work on the song.

A few hours later, my fingers were beginning to hurt and we finally got the background music done. I placed the guitar next to me and looked at my hands.

"You okay?" Shawn asked, noticing my staring.

"Yeah, my hands just hurt from all the guitar playing we did today," I said, looking into Shawn's beautiful, bright brown eyes.

"Hey, do you think we should take this to the studio?" Shawn asked. "I mean, we have been doing amazing on our own, but I think we should get a producer's help."

"Should we stop by your studio or mine?" I asked.

"Yours," Shawn said. "You have already met my manager and music producer, I haven't even heard about yours."

"Alright, I think we can work something out," I said, nodding my head.

"Sweet," Shawn said. "Hey, my friend Cameron invited me to dinner tonight and I was wondering if you'd like to go too."

"Me, really?" I asked.

"You're my boyfriend, so of course I'm going to ask you," Shawn smiled. "Besides, it gets awkward when my friend and his girlfriend act all lovey and make me feel like the third wheel."

"So it would be like a double date then?" I asked.

Shawn nodded. "Exactly like a double date."

"I don't see why not. What time do I have to be there?" I asked.

"I was thinking that I could pick you up around five-thirty?" Shawn asked.

"That sounds great," I smiled.

Shawn nodded before he began to cough.

"Shawn, are you okay?" I asked, beginning to feel worried for him.

Shawn only nodded through his coughs and leaned down to grab his water bottle. He finished his coughing and took a few sips of his water.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Shawn said before clearing his throat.

"Okay," I said, feeling like there was something going on that he wasn't telling me.