Shawn Mendes Imagines

92 - Professional

Working for a celebrity, much more a famous singer, has its ups and downs. Ups being going to different countries, meeting your idols every once in a while, getting more than a decent amount in terms of salary, and of course, watching them grow bigger by the album. However, the downs include getting stressed out of your mind, being the one they turn to for opinions, having to address the occasional rumor, and lacking sleep. But the worst part for me, personally, is having to remain professional even though you're slowly falling for the artist.

"Do you got plans tonight?
I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I,
I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight
'Cause I can't get you off my mind
I can't get you off my mind." He sang into the microphone, one hand holding onto one side of the headphones.

I shook my head as some of the crew chuckled at the lyrics. I sat down on one of the couches in the recording studio and crossed my legs, trying to ignore the fact that the way he sung it was kind of a turn on. Once they were done with the song, we played it back again in order to decide whether it's okay to release or not.

"How many more songs to go?" I asked, looking at the time on my phone.

"I'm not sure. I'm still working on writing a few more but I'm not getting any inspiration." He muttered, plopping down beside me in exhaustion.

"Let's just continue this tomorrow. I think we all deserve some rest."

"Want to have a drink?" One of the crew members suggested to everyone.

"I think I'll pass on that."

"Get drunk easily?"

"More like I'm too in love with my bed and I can hear it calling me back. I'm exhausted. Bye guys!" I said, laughing as I stood up to leave.

"Oh come on! Just one drink!"

"Like I said, no thanks."

"I'll pass too." Shawn said, standing up and standing beside me. "I don't want to record with a hangover."

We bid them goodbye once again and walked out of the building. We were both staying in the same hotel so we took a taxi to the place. We both talked mostly about work on the way, knowing that by releasing this  album, he would surely go on a promo tour which could take months on end.

"How many songs have you written so far that you haven't recorded yet?" I asked as we went out of the taxi and walked to the lobby.

"About three. I'm still trying to finish the rest or even just think of a new one." He replied as we got into the elevator.

"Don't rush.  If you do, you might end up with shitty lyrics."

"Why don't you help me write it?"

"Wha-"

Before I knew it, I was pressed against the wall of the elevator with both his arms on either side of my head. He leaned down and captured my lips in his, his hands slowly moving down to my hips. The door opened and we both jumped away from each other as a man in a suit walked in. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and made my way out when we reached our floor.

"What was that for?" I asked, walking ahead of him.

"We've literally known each other for years, y/n. How long do I have to hold these feelings back?" He said, holding my wrist and turning me around to face him.

"Shawn... I work for you. Do you know how awkward it would be if an assistant manager either slept with or is in a relationship  with her client?  What about keeping things professional?"

"Fuck being professional. I want you."

He bit his lip and looked around to see if anyone else was in the hallway before pulling me over to his suite. He then pressed me against the door once we got in and before I knew it, things just got more complicated as we both got closer to what we wanted. We both drifted off to sleep after everything.