My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried around my house for my keys. "Fu- Dad! I can't find the keys!!" I cried. Shawn's plane will be landing in thirty minutes and the airport is forty away. I was starting to sweat, it was hot and muggy in the house. "Eleanor!" My brother yelled. "Oh shut up," I threw up the bird in the direction of him. Screw it. I grabbed my phone and ran out of the door yelling, "I'm gone!".
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to run half way, then get a taxi. "Toronto Airport, step on it!" I jumped in. I threw the driver fifty bucks and some loose change. "You got it!" And the wheels were screeching to victory.
There was a few hundred fans, only a few hundred. I checked the time. Eleven forty three. "Flight 162 now landing." Yes! I made it on time. I did a happy dance, raising my arms high. "I made it, yes I made it. Oh I mad-" the horrible smell of sweat invade sky nostrils. Heat swarmed my face, I snapped my arms down. This is the devil trying to defeat me, not today! I found a women around the age of fifty, she was with her granddaughter. It was embarrassing, but I didn't care. Rather be embarrassed by an old lady than Shawn Mendes smelling my wretched pits. "Mam, my friend over there is in dire need of deodorant.. could you spare her life and donate some?" Okay, a little lie wasn't going to damn me to hell. "Sure honey," she chuckled as reached into her purse. She handed me the stick and I jumped with joy. Yes! "Thank you!" And I was off to the bathroom.
I coated every place known to sweat, I had to smell good. I mean, no I probably won't meet Shawn but, if the wind takes my scent, I don't want him dying. I pushed open the bathroom door, fanning my shirt to dry. "Shawn!" A girl shrieked. My head shot up. "Shawn," my voice was a whisper. My feet carried me over to the crowd, no Elle! Don't be the crazed fangirl. I just followed the group of girls, standing on my tippy toes to see my idol. Uh! Damn you mom for being so damn short!! I couldn't see anything but heads. "Shawn, smile!" I just knew some girl shoved her phone into his face. My phone! I pulled my phone out and started recording. I held it high, straining to get the view. There he goes. I smiled. "Alright ladies, make way. Precious cargo coming through." Andrew said, you right. I somehow managed to be pushed to the front, then inside the circle. "Hi, do you want a picture?" His angelic voice said. When I looked up, I realized he was talking to me. Breathe! Words wouldn't come out. "Sure," my voice cracked. As I went to hand him my phone, I was sure he had it, I was wrong.
It all happened in slow motion. His mouth agar, him swimming for the falling phone. I even think a "Noooo," escaped his mouth. I closed my eyes on impact, to scared to open them. I whimpered and turned away, spare its life, take me! Everyone gasped, people pushed back, giving the phone some space. "No no no no," Shawn was bending down. I still didn't look. "Oh no.." his voice brought my attention back to the accident. His eyes flashed up to mine, I'm so sorry plastered over his beautiful face. He stood slowly, handing me the broken phone. I took my hand from my mouth, and held the dear precious. "I'm so sorry, oh my God, I am so sorry.." he kept saying. His face was tinted with embarrassment. "I-it's okay." My voice begged to differ. "No, your phone is shattered!" he pointed. "Look, see. It's fine-" the screen wouldn't come on. Damn. Lord knows that if somebody else dropped it I would be fighting, but it's Shawn Mendes. "God da- I am so sorry." He said shaking his head. "It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." I shrugged, but deep down, I was dying. "Do you have apple care?" he asked. Noo. Lie. "Sure." Sure. Sure. You idiot! "You don't! I am so stupid. Look-" he looked at me. "Eleanor." I said. "Eleanor, I am so sorry.. I thought you were going to hold it, so I let go, then you let go and it.. it fell." He frowned. No. "Hey, it's okay. Really. How many can say that Shawn Mendes mutilated their phone?" Maybe mutilated wasn't the best word. "Nobody, I've never dropped a fans phone." he frowned deeper. I frowned. A fan. I was just some fan. Hi, I'm Fan. Nice to meet you. "There is a first time for everything." I said. He took my phone from my hand, "Come on." Huh? "Where are we going?" I trailed behind him. "I'm going to get your phone fixed." he said. "No," I stopped. "No?" he raised an eyebrow. We were already outside, the back door opened to his SUV. "You heard me." I crossed my arms. "Get in the car." he flicked his head, tongue clicking his teeth. "No." I said. WHAT. "Eleanor, get.. in.. the.. car." his eyes burned into mine. "Get in!" some girl yelled. I huffed, rolling my eyes. He smirked as I stepped in and scooted to the far left. There were a bunch of flashes, I heard the screams of the fans now. I had my arms crossed, pretending to hate being in here. "This is kidnap." I said. He just smiled.
We drove for a few minutes until my mind processed everything. Shawn broke my phone. He kidnaped- , I willingly got into his car. "Elle.." he tapped my thigh. My eyes flicked down, then up. "My dads going to be pissed.." I said. Another lie. Where are they coming from!! "Call him, I'm sure he'll understand." he pulled out his phone. "Oh yes, he will understand completely that I am in a car with Shawn Mendes." Ooh, so sarcastic Elle. "Just try.." he handed me his phone. Throw it out of the window, make him pay!!! I dialed my dads number, scoffing as it rang. "Hello?" he answered. "Dad, its Elle. My phone broke and.. well I'm on my way to get it fixed." Shawn was smirking. Shush I mouthed. "Where did you get the money to fix it? You left your wallet." he said. "Well, the person who broke it is going to fix it.." I said. "Who?" His voice was stern. "Shawn Mendes?" I recoiled. He's never going to believe me. "Ellie, I swear if your on drugs I'm going-", "Hi, this is Shawn.. at the airport I dropped Eleanor's phone and broke it." Shawn took the phone. There was a pause. "It is you.." his voice was soft. "Yes sir, I will have Elle home within two hours." Shawn said. "O-okay, thank you." My dad stuttered. Fan dad.
"What is your carrier?" He asked. "I don't know." I said bluntly. Why am I being so damn stubborn. He just smirked and sat back. "I'm guessing AT&T?" Physic. "No," I shook my head. "Hm it is. Could you take us to the AT&T store please?" he leaned up. "Sure thing Mr.Mendes." The driver said. "Mr. Mendes.." I whispered. "Hm?" he was leaving towards me. "Nothing," I said, smiling.
