You and Me, Forever

Stutter

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Camila's POV

I can feel my heart pounding as we pull up to the venue, my attention drawn to a long line of red carpet that seems like it never ends. Shawn grabs my hand, squeezing it gently, before giving me a comforting smile. "You're going to do great, Camila. Just act like you're talking to me and me only." He says, never taking his eyes off mine.

I smile weakly and nod at him before bringing his hand up to my mouth and kissing it. The door is opened as we come to a complete stop. I step out of the car as my red dress falls out behind me. The lace detail of my dress is perfectly shaped to my collarbones. My stomach is doing flips and I can feel my throat getting dry. I hope I look okay.

Everywhere I look, there's a different and extravagant gown, worn by the most beautiful women. They make me feel as if I'm a thirteen year old in a club, the feeling of misplacement is overwhelmingly real. I hold Shawn's hand slightly tighter as he looks at me, a little concerned.

"You look so beautiful..." He says to me quietly, he nose nuzzled in my hair to ensure I'm the only one who hears him. I shy away, only for his hot breath to return to my hair. "I mean it. You're the most amazing girl here, Camila." I look up at him as his eyes sparkle from the camera flashes beside us. "Shawn! Shawn! Shawn Mendes!" A television reporter yells. Shawn looks at me once more before guiding me over to the reporter.

"Hi, how's it going?" Shawn asks the reporter in a sweet voice. They begin a conversation as I lose focus and begin looking around me. I hadn't noticed just how many people were here. Camera flashes are continuous and gorgeous people pose in front of them before moving on to the next station. Shawn clenches my hand, bringing my attention back to him and the reporter.

The reporter stares at me blankly and I can feel my cheeks start to become a crimson colour, matching my dress. "Uh, sorry, I missed that.." I say, trying to act is if the feelings of discomfort and awkwardness aren't crippling me.

"I asked what you think of Shawn's music and how far he's come." She repeats in a voice too passive aggressive for my liking. "Oh well, of-of course I'm so pr-pr-proud of him and everything h-he does is so amazing," Shawn places a hand on my back while his other hand intertwines with one of mine, I take a deep breath, "and I'm so happy to be with h-him today to celeb-brate it all." I let out a huge breath as I finished my sentence, both of my hands shaking. Of course I had to stutter.

"Have you always stuttered, Camila? Or is it the fame getting to you?" The interviewer asks, a sarcastic tone evident in her voice. "I-" I begin to explain myself before being cut off by Shawn. "Are you serious? Why would you ask her that? She's always struggled with it and you're not making it any better. How would you feel if you had a nervous stutter, huh? You wouldn't even have this job. I'm going to get my manager to talk to your station - you can forget this whole interview ever happened. Have a nice night." Shawn challenges the interviewer as he takes a hold of my wrist and leads me behind the photo wall. I have to keep looking up in order not to let the tears fall from my eyes.

Once we're in a secluded area, Shawn finally halts and turns to face me, softly placing his hands on the sides of my face. "I'm so sorry, baby, that she asked you that. You were getting better." He says quietly, avoiding my teary eyes, knowing it'll only break his heart more. "It's okay... Really. I'm sorry I ruined that interview for you." I respond quietly, still looking to the sky.

"Camila you didn't ruin anything. She was such a cow, I freakin' served it to her. We probably should have offered her some ice for that burn." He says, a smile creeping over his lips. "Shawn!" I laugh right before he brings his lips to mine.

He kisses me gently, as if I'm something delicate that will break at any movement too rough. "I love this dress on you so much, but I would honestly love it even more on the floor." He says as he pulls away, his voice coming out raspy.

"We have plenty of time for that but right now we need to go back in there so you can win some, or a lot of, awards." I say, leading Shawn back out into the public eye. "Yeah, you're right... it would be cruel to leave everyone waiting for me to accept my five awards." He says jokingly, chuffed at how hilarious he thinks he's being.

As we walk back out to get a million-and-one photos taken, both Shawn and I look over to the interviewer. She's surrounded by Shawn's management team as her cameraman is showing the footage to them. The interviewer is rubbing her scalp while talking frantically on the phone. "But-but...But" I can hear her saying from ten metres away. Shawn nudges me. "Now who's got the stutter, eh?" he says, a smug look on his face.

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