You and Me, Forever

If I Can't Have You [2]

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He is a twenty years old grown man with a worldwide career, millions are obsessing over him, people look up to him, but yet here he is, sweating his pants as he is waiting for the clock to finally hit eight. The past about nineteen hours has been almost nerve-wrecking for him as he waits for the moment to come. Rehearsals were usually his favorite thing to do, but today's was just Hell for him. He was so disorientated and distant he kept messing his lines up, hitting the wrong tones and falling out of the rhythm. Though his team was patient with him and it was obvious for everyone that he had something going on, he still felt like shit by the time he got home around seven.

After a hot shower he changed into a pair of clean jeans and a floral printed shirt and just... waited. He kept checking his phone just to see that time hasn't been going faster since the last time he unlocked the screen and it was slowly killing him. He kept thinking about how it would go, but none of his theories seemed possible since he knew nothing was predictable when it came to Camila.

When he didn't receive a canceling text by 7:50 he somehow calmed down a bit knowing she would for sure make it. One thing she never does is cancel right before it's time, so at least he knew she would be there anytime soon.

Now it's eight o'clock sharp and he is staring at his front door as if he is waiting for it to fly open just by itself. Another minute goes by and then finally there is a faint knock on the door. Camila knows her way into the building, he has given her the security code so it's not a shock she is right there at the door.

Shawn jogs over there, but waits a few seconds before opening up the door, so Camila doesn't think he was sitting around waiting for her the whole time.

"You got this, Mendes," he whispers to himself before opening the door.

Her eyes meet his and a smile appears on her lips at the sight of him. The warmth of that smile makes his stomach drop for a moment, because that's exactly the smile he has been thinking about since the last time he saw her.

"Hey," Camila quietly says, tugging her hair behind her ears. She is wearing some ripped jeans and an oversized grey hoodie but she still looks incredible even without trying.

"Hi, come on in," he smiles back at her holding the door open for her. She mumbles a shy thanks as she walks past him.

Camila would be lying if she said she is not nervous. She keeps fumbling with the hem of her hoodie and it's just hard to find words around him. Camila would have never admitted to him, but he was always so intimidating for her he made it hard to think straight.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asks, walking in the direction of the open kitchen and she eagerly nods. That's exactly what she needs, a drink.

"Yeah, how about we open a bottle of wine?" Camila suggests and Shawn smiles in agreement.

Soon they are clinking their glasses in the kitchen, savoring the sweet wine as the situation is still kind of awkward.

"So... nice song," Camila then finally says breaking the silence.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it has a nice beat and your high notes are... incredible," Camila admits the obvious.

"Thanks." His cheeks turn rosy at the compliments and she thinks it's adorable. He is this tall, massive dude with muscles to die for and he blushes when he gets compliments. Adorable.

"But why do you think it's about you?" He questions cockily, arching an eyebrow at her.

Camila was expecting this question. Setting her glass down to the counter she crosses her arms on her chest as she peeks up at him.