Life Behind the Curtains: $old. (Shawn Mendes Fanfic)

Chapter 22

I woke up feeling like absolutely shit. My entire body felt sore after everything we did last night. God, he sure was right when he said I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. I can't walk, let alone stand.

I have a photoshoot today. We have a photoshoot today.

Fuck. I wince as I stand up. Having sex the day before an important photoshoot was not a good idea.

I just had on a black shirt that I had found last night, which I now realize is definitely Shawn's.

It's 10 am. The shoot starts at 12. I notice that Shawn wasn't in our bed, which means he either slept in the other room or is in the living room. I set out a nice, cool bath to soothe my body, stripping out of the shirt and stepping in. 

I shivered at the coolness, but the longer I sat in it, the better I felt. When I was done, I drained the water while slipping into a fresh new set of clothes. Very simple, as I would be changing for the photoshoot anyway.

I wonder what the theme is going to be?

In my simple black tank top and jean shorts, I walked over to the kitchen to check on Shawn.

I checked the guest bedroom, where I found him on the bed with the comforter sprawled beside him, revealing that he was completely naked.

I guess he was too tired yesterday.

Trying not to stare, I covered him with the sheets and tried to wake him up. "Shawn," I say, 
touching his cheek softly, "Get up." I shake his shoulders lightly and he stirs from his sleep.

His eyes flutter open and stare at me wide eyed. His arms snake around my sides and I squealed as he carried me on top of him until I was sitting on top of him.

"Why do I have to get up," he asks, his voice groggy from sleep. I tried to get off of him but he gripped my hips, not letting me. 

This is slightly uncomfortable. But I feel...aroused.

"Because we have a photoshoot at 12," I say, trying to get off of him, "Shawn seriously let go." I was starting to feel more hesitant about the situation as he just wouldn't let go of me.

He probably sensed my worry as he let go and I slid off of him. "I'll be out in a bit," he spoke harshly, which was my cue to leave.

He is so bipolar.

He walked out 30 minutes later in a black tee and black skinny jeans. He scanned my outfit and simply grabs one of his jackets. "You're too exposed, put this on," he hands it to me. 

I wear it, not because he tells me to, but because I like how his jackets are long on me. I can even smell his cologne.

The whole ride to the shooting studio was eerily quiet otherwise, but I didn't want to start a conversation so I just stared out the window.

I feel like my relationship with Shawn is constantly on edge. 1 step forward, two steps back.

Neither of us know what we are doing.

He keeps me on my toes though. His next move is always unexpected. I don't know why I was surprised when he opened the car door for me and snaked his hand around my waist.

"You excited babe?" He asked, a soft smile on his face. It looked so real, I reached out to touch his lips.

Second hand embarrassment, right there.

He furrowed his eyebrows as I traced the outline of his lips. I snapped out of my daze, realizing where we were. I smiled politely and we entered the photoshoot studio.

"Hey!! How are you both?" My manager asked. Before we got a chance to answer, she spoke hurriedly, "Well, sorry no time for chit chat, you both change into these clothes and we will do your hair and makeup. " 

She handed us each a bag of clothes. "Oh, and hurry," she insists, shoving us both into a large changing room.

Oh. We are changing in front of each other? Okay.

I stripped out of my gaze and changed into the provided clothes, and I could feel his stare along my back. 

I won't give him any of my attention. If he wants to ignore me, then it's only fair I do the same. I stared at the mirror in a small white dress that reached the middle of my thigh. It was really cute and casual- I could definitely see myself wearing this otherwise.

I saw Shawn from the side of the mirror, rolling up sleeves from a light blue button down shirt. He had it tucked into some dark blue dress pants.

He looked kind of dorky. But it was cute.

He fastened a brown buckle on his waist and unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt. He made a nerdy outfit look good on him. 

Does he need the outfit? I think the outfit needs him.

Without another glance, I stepped out of the room, not bothering to wait for him. He needs to know what it feels like to be completely ignored.

"Now that you both are dressed. we will get your hair and make up done professionally," Tina said, literally appearing out of nowhere. She was a short women, only 5'2" so she could easily disappear without much notice.

But damn was she loud.

Before we could comprehend her, we were forced to sit down in comfy black chairs where two women started to already touch my face and hair.

I deal with this regularly, and it seems that Shawn seemed fine with it as well.

The two women explained how the makeup and hair would be very simple, as the setting would be outdoors in a field of sunflowers.

The makeup was light, and it gave me a sort of golden glow that I loved. I noticed Shawn looked like he was glowing.

It really enhanced his features. This look suits him. 

Two photographers accompany us in their car as they drive us to the scene.

It was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but snap a few photos with my phone when we parked. It was a giant field of solely sunflowers, and it was perfectly noon time so the sun was high in the sky, perfect for some true light.

They took a thousand takes of us, but that's usually how it is. Shawn didn't seem to be that new to it either, as I reckon he had already done tons of photoshoots, being as famous as he is.

Modeling with him wasn't as good as I thought it was going to be. It was all fake smiles, which I'm usually okay with, but fake smiling at Shawn with him fake smiling back just felt really awkward. We were both pretending that everything was okay.

The taking of the pictures was wrapped up in about an hour and a half, and Shawn and I were dropped home while they finished editing the pictures. They told us that the final results would be sent tomorrow, fresh for a new post for each of us.

"Hey, Amber, did you take the test yet?" He asked as I unlocked the door to the apartment. "Yes. It was negative," I say curtly, walking into my room and not leaving any room for discussion. 

I've never acted this rude and cold to someone before, but then again, I've never met anyone famous who wasn't snobbish like that.

I sighed. Everyone wants me to be pregnant. Everyone but me.

My modeling career will cease completely, as who knows if the stretch marks I get will be permanent?!

I take the test again, not expecting any different results, just a peaceful night of slumber. 

However, I had gotten the exact opposite reaction.

2 lines. You know what that means.