𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙉 𝙈𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙎 ;
[completed&edited]
❝call it what you want. but sooner or later, I'll be more than just a rebound.❞
in which shawn mendes continuously chases a girl who only sees him as a rebou...
"So what's this ex like?" Brian asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"God knows. All I know is they dated for three years, and broke up last month."
"Do you know why? Do you know what he's called?"
"Don't know why, but I think he's called Kal?"
"Kal? As in Kal Aioka?"
"Uh, I guess? Who's that?" If Brian knows who he is, that's not a good sign.
"He's an actor. My sister is obsessed with him, as is every girl right now. She cried last month because he deleted all his social media to go on a detox from life in some far off health resort somewhere in Indonesia. Maybe that's why they broke up?"
"Maybe. I don't know. So he's an actor?"
"Yeah, and a model. Good luck with that, man." He claps me on the shoulder, walking to the door that adjoins our room. "See you in the morning."
"See you." I reply, flopping down my bed. And all I can think about until I fall asleep is: what the hell have I gotten myself into?
I wake in the morning to the sound of my phone ringing, reaching my arms out to Aurora. Of course, she's not there. In my half-asleep state, I'd completely forgotten about the agreement we'd made earlier. I lazily slide my phone of my bedside table, my face falling once I see it isn't Aurora, but Andrew.
"Got some more material for the album, did you?"
"Huh?" I whisper tiredly, sitting up straight.
"I'm guessing you just woke up?"
"Uh-huh. What do you want?"
"Photos of you and Aurora are all over the internet. They've spread and there's nothing I can do."
"Oh. Shit." I chuckle wryly. "What photos?"
"Where do I start? There's a photo of the two of you with a fan, a video of you playing a fairground game and best of all, a photo where it looks like you kiss. So nice one, Shawn." He sighs, reconsidering his anger. "Just talk to her, though."
"Why?"
"It's not the photos, but the comments that are the biggest problem. Some fans are giving her hate, you know how it is."
"Not fans. Real fans would be nice to someone who could be my girlfriend." I state, getting out of bed. "I'll check she's ok. Thanks. For not getting mad."
"You're allowed to have fun, Shawn. Just as long as you don't jeopardise your career."
"Right, yeah. I need to go, I need to make sure she's ok." I ramble, ending the call. I hear his chuckle as I hang up, moving straight over to messages.
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IMESSAGE WITH fashion icon
rockstar just checking you're ok?
fashion icon i'm cackling i'm guessing you're talking about all of your delightful fans and the messages they've been leaving me
rockstar they're not my real fans so you're sure you're ok?
fashion icon i'm in shock like how can they be so horrible to someone they don't even know just because she's within 5 metres of their imaginary boyfriend
rockstar occupational hazard i guess try to ignore it
fashion icon these are my personal favourite hate comments: "she looks so much like camila looks like he's not over someone..." BITCH WHERE i mean thank you but BITCH WHERE "camila is better❤️" yes i know no need to rub it in "shawn's girlfriend?" none of your fucking business? "so did you steal my man or what? explain bitch" this one i have no words for at all "slut" i mean come on? it's 2018 for god's sake there were also the very uncreative 'ugly bitch' comments but that's irrelevant do they realise how ridiculous they sound? sorry i just realised i went off on one lmaoooo
rockstar it's completely fine i'm laughing my ass off at least you can laugh about it i'm pretty sure it would have an impact on some people
fashion icon well mendes iM nOt LiKe OtHeR gIrLs x
rockstar you're definitely not
I chuckle at my phone, reminding myself not to fall any deeper. It's not working. Whatsoever.
I've left myself two choices. I could either stop myself from falling any deeper and find someone else, or continue down this path that will only lead to heartbreak.
They're both equally as painful, but one of those options means she'd still be in my life. It's pretty obvious which one I'm going for.
a/n; thank you all so much for the love you've been showing on this book and getting it to 2k, it's insane also you might've noticed i unpublished 'apart' but i'm completely stuck with it, i might pick it back up in the future because it does have potential, but i'm not sure
