P.O.V EMILY
I'm staring before me. I'm standing before the real Shawn Mendes. The grin on his face lets me blush. "Eh, hi," I say, a bit awkward. "Hey! You must be Emily, right?" he asks. I nod and I'm asking myself how he knows my name. "Come in, we can talk about the show and stuff." I follow Shawn inside his dressing room and I close the door behind my back. "I got your Instagram account from somenone here, and I watched some of your dancevideos. I hope you don't mind it. I was just curious," Shawn says awkwardly. "That doesn't matter," I say smiling, "that is why they are on my Instagram. I hope you think it's good enough." "Yes! It is really good! I really do believe in it. Shall we exchange phonenumbers? The next few days I will stay in the Netherlands and after that I'm leaving because of the tour. Maybe you can show me some places here?" he asks. "Yeah, sure! Here you have my phone," I say while I give my phone to Shawn. "Don't give it to somebody else, yeah? Also not to the other dancers," he says. He stares right at me, right in my soul. I feel some butterflies coming in up in my belly. "Eh, I won't do that. I promise." I feel my cheeks slowly getting red. I look away from that look he gives me. Shawn leads me to the sofa and sits down in front of me. "Tell me something about yourself," he says smiling. "Well," I begin, "I'm Emily, I'm sixteen years old. I really love singing and dancing and mostly on your music. I'm a fan for a long time now. Oh and I'm single because my boyfriend broke up with me because I had a relationship with you. My phone is full with pictures of you..." I say. I lower my voice slowly as I realize what I saying. I see Shawn looking really hard at me. I should not have said this...
P.O.V SHAWN
I see Emily looking away awkwardly. Everything goes very fast in my head. Her boyfriend thought I was her boyfriend. "Wow, okay," I reply. I'm not sure what to say. "It's not your fault," she says, blushing. I get up and sit next to her on the sofa. I see the tears well up in her eyes. "Oh dear, come here," I say, putting her head against my chest. I lovingly brush my fingers over her head and try to calm her. After a while she sits up again. "Sorry, of course this was not the intention," she says, wiping away her tears. I grin. "Doesn't matter. Oh and your mascara has run out a bit," I say. Emily gets up and walks to the mirror. I really like her, I secretly think. "I have to go again, we're going to rehearse in a couple minutes," she says. I get up and I quickly give her a hug. "Good luck," I say, hugging her tight. She nods and walks out the door. This will be another long four hours ...
(A/N) Wow, second chapter already! Let me know what you guys think of it so far.
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