Shawn Mendes Imagines

92 - Professional

I woke up much earlier than him. In fact, it was only three in the morning. I looked over to his figure, his arm still wrapped around my waist as his head leaned against the crook of my neck. I swallowed the lump formed in my throat and climbed out of his bed, using the pillow I was laying on to replace my body in his arms. I slipped on my clothes and sneaked out of his room, making my way over to mine. Once I was safely in, I leaned against the door and slowly fell to my knees.

Why? Why did I have to fall for him? Why does he feel the same way?

I sobbed into my arms and eventually fell asleep as well. The next time I woke up, I was sprawled out on the carpeted floor. I stood up and went over to the bathroom. My hair was still messy, my eyes were puffy from crying, my lips were still swollen from all the kissing. I stripped my clothes off and got into the shower, letting the water wash away the feeling of his hands on me even though I wanted to remember it. I dried off and changed into a pair of leggings and a white sweatshirt, as well as underwear, of course.

I called my boss and told him that I would be coming in later than expected due to the fact that I wasn't feeling well. But in reality, I don't think I can face Shawn right away after last night. I gave something I've never given anybody else and I feel stupid for letting myself give in. Once I finally decided to face the consequences, I did my makeup and slipped on a pair of white sneakers before leaving to grab some food.

"There you are!" The recording team greeted as I walked in the studio. "We were wondering when you were planning on showing up."

"Sorry. Didn't feel so good when I woke up." I said, placing my purse on the couch before walking over to the tech booth. "So, any progress?"

"Apparently, inspiration hit our boy over here and he has written about two songs since he got here three hours ago."

"Okay. Shawn, are you ready to start recording?"

He just nodded, not meeting my eyes as I tried to avoid his gaze as well. He positioned himself behind the microphone, his guitar in hand as the rest of the team got ready to record. Apparently, they had already planned out on what to do before I got here which actually saves us a lot of time.

"You said, "I wanna get to know ya"
Why you gotta get my hopes up?
You said that you were staying over
But then I woke up to the cold air

How could you make me believe?
That there was something in between you and me, yeah
I look around and I don't see you

Where were you in the morning, baby?
You didn't leave your number for me
Left me without a warning, baby
Where were you in the morning, baby?"

Once I focused on the lyrics, I couldn't help but feel the lump in my throat getting unbearable and my chest tighten to the point that I could barely breathe. But I had to be professional, remember? So I sucked it up until he was done recording the two songs that were both painful for me to listen to. After they replayed the songs to check wherein they could change up a bit, I walked out into the hallway and leaned back on the wall. I heard the door open from my right yet I didn't look, knowing who it probably was.

"Why'd you leave?" He asked, standing across from me.

"I couldn't bear to listen to the lyrics." I muttered, staring at the carpeted floor.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Wasn't it supposed to be a one time thing?"

"I thought you actually felt something. I thought... I thought that maybe I had a shot with you. But instead it was just sex, right?"

I sighed and let myself slide down the wall, bringing my knees up to my chest. "What do you want me to say? I've tried to tell you that we had to keep it professional. There should be no emotional attachment between us even though I've fallen for you. Last night shouldn't even had happened."

"Like  I've told you before, fuck being professional! Why do we have to keep hurting each other just because of it?! I want you! You're the only one I need." He said, kneeling down in front of me and placing his hand on my cheek. "And last night... don't ever say that it was a mistake because we both know that it felt right. No one could make me feel like you do, sexually or emotionally."

And for the first time today, I looked up and stared into his eyes. They held so much sincerity and care to the point that I couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. He placed his free arm on my hip as my hands held his head and pulled him closer.

"Does this mean I have to quit?" I asked once we pulled away for air.

"I like the idea of having my girlfriend as my manager." He said, chuckling as he continuously pecked my lips.

"Girlfriend?"

"We both know I was going to ask you anyway and we already know the answer."

"Assume much? But you're right. Now we better get back in there and continue creating this album."

"Yes, ma'am."

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A/N: I honestly have no idea why I decided to write that 😂 Honestly like WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS WHEN THE ALBUM WAS RELEASED MONTHS AGO?!?!?! But I'm not sure how this ended up since I think it sounded better in my head (as per usual). Was planning on posting this yesterday evening but I wasn't able to finish it by then since we met up with some family friends. (JEEZ!! I COULD EASILY RELATE TO PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE 24-27 BUT HAVE A HARD TIME INTERACTING WITH PEOPLE MY AGE!)

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