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brianc521 · 5 years

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Missed Flights

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“Babe, you gotta go faster or we’re gonna be late.” You say looking over, checking the time.

“We’re all good.” He rests a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

“Shawn.”

“Babe, we’re good.” He says again, looking over at you.

“But the-”

“Shh.” He says turning the radio up.

You look over at him annoyed, you were gonna miss your flight if he didn’t speed up a little.You look out the window, arms crossed, pout sitting nicely on your lips.

“Baby.” He says, thumb tapping against your thigh. “We’re okay, I promise.”

“I just don’t wanna miss the flight.”

“We’re not gonna miss it.”

“But we are.” You protest, pointing to the clock on the dash.

“No we aren’t.”

You roll your eyes and look away.

“Stop, we’re okay.” He says trying to grab your hand, which he does unsuccessfully since you won’t let him.

“Stop.”

“Babe.” He says trying to grab it again.

“Shawn, stop.”

“I’ll stop when you hold my hand.” He says, you huff and set your hand in his. “There you go.” He says braiding your fingers together.

“Whatever.”

“Shawn we board in 10 minutes.” You groan as you stare at the mile long security line. He’s being extra slow checking in bags, and you’re not actually at the counter yet.

“We’ll make it.” He shakes his head. “They’ll wait for us Baby.”

“How? Tell me how?”

“Shh.” He says capturing your lips with his. “Stop stressing, I got it.” He says, forehead rested on yours.

“Fine.” You sigh.

He cracks a smile, kissing you again.

“You should trust me, I only fly like 364 days a year.” He grins.

“And that one day you don’t fly?” You crane your neck to look up at him, since he’s got you pushed up against him, hand low on your back.

“Gotta sleep at some point.” He shrugs.

You pat his chest and shuffle forward with the line.

“We’re gonna make it.” He says staring casually at the security line.

“No Shawn, we aren’t.”

“The team wouldn’t leave without us.”

You laugh, not stressed anymore because it’s his fault. Shawn looks down at you and smirks, his plan falling into place perfectly.

Watching the board, you see that there your flight switches to ‘boarding’ to ‘take off’.

“Andrew is gonna kill me.”

“Remember to tell him that I tried to tell you.” You mutter stepping out of line so the people behind you can step forward.

“What?”

“What?” You ask looking up at him.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing, why would you remind me to tell Andrew that?”

“So they don’t think it was my fault.” You shrug. His eyes go wide, and he stops walking causing you to stop.

“Why would they think it’s your fault?”

“How often have you missed flights when I’m not on tour?”

He shrugs, not coming up with an answer.

“And now how many have you missed while I’ve been on tour?”

“It’s not your fault.” He says shaking his head, seeing where you were going with what you were saying.

“I know that, but they don’t.”

“They won’t think that.” He’s confident in his team.

“Okay Shawn.” You roll your eyes, letting go of his hand so you can continue walking.

“Babe.” He says grabbing your hand, pulling you back. “What are you trying to say here?”

“I’m saying that it’s not gonna be the first time I’ll be blamed for you being late.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Um no, I’m gonna worry about it. Tell me what you know.”

“I know that the day you were late for Q&A, because you were talking to Liyah on the phone, Cez was talking to another guy on the team and they thought that I was the reason you were late.”

His eyes go wide. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me what he said.”

“Just that you seem extra distracted when I’m around, you can’t even make it to work on time. Too preoccupied with unneeded distractions.” You look at your shoes, shrugging to make it seem like it’s not a big deal but the reality of the matter leaves you feeling pretty hurt.

His face falls, heart drops, anger spiking. “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“They aren’t wrong.”

“Yes they are.” He says, eyes zeroing in on you. “You are not a distraction, I was on the phone. You weren’t even in the room, you were waiting behind the curtain at Q&A. It is not okay that they said that.” He says running his hand through his curls.

You both stand there for a second in silence. But then like something clicks in his head. He leans back, head moving back. His eyes are wide, and he’s trying to form words.

“Is? Is that, Babe-” He says shaking his head. “Is that why I feel like I haven’t seen you much since you’ve joined?”

“What no? You’re just busy.” You try to lie, trick him through it.

His eyebrows come together, and his mouth moves like he’s doing math.

“I talked to Liyah last Saturday.That was-,” He thinks back, eyes rolling to look up. “Yes it is! You have been like avoiding me since then. I was off, and you like weren’t.”

He sees your face fall so he knows he’s right.

“Babe.” He pulls you closer. You let out a sigh, forehead resting against his chest. His fingers comb through your hair and he holds you close. “You are not a distraction.” He whispers into your ear.

“Stop.”

“No, you listen to me.” He says, fingers threaded through your hair pulling it away from your ears. “My team is the dumbest team ever. You are not a distraction. You are my girl.” He says making your eyes sting with tears.

He kisses the side of your head.

“You are not a distraction, you are my girl. And my girl will come first when she needs to come first. And I love that you do whatever you can to make sure that you don’t interfere with my work, but I don’t want you to worry about that.”

“Then what do you want?” You ask looking up.

He smiles and wipes the tear from under your eye, inspecting his thumb for a second afterwards.

“I want you to trust me.” He whispers locking eyes with you. You look down, not believing him.

“Look at me.” He says lifting your chin so you have to look at him. “Trust me.” He pleads. “I know what I need to do when I need to do it, and when I don’t I’ll make sure you know that.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“I know that I would much rather sit and cuddle with you instead of going to Q&A, but I know that Q&A’s are apart of my job. So, I go to Q&A and then I make sure that I dedicate my night after the show to you. I know that it’s okay to tell the team that I’m off for the night, that they can go party. That in the end I know that I’m gonna have the better night because you’re gonna be wrapped around me.”

You stare at him and listen, soaking in everything he has to say.

“You would think my favorite thing to say is, ‘I’m Shawn Mendes, Island recording artist and a real like rockstar’.” He says, eyebrows coming together, eyes focused. You stare at him confused. “You would think that would be my favorite thing to say.” He says shrugging. “But it’s not.”

“What is?” You whisper, on the edge of your seat.

“I’m Shawn Mendes.” He smiles really wide. “And I’m dating Y/n L/n, the most beautiful girl in the world. She’s the love of my life.”

You blush and lean up to kiss him. He hesitates for a second before his lips touch yours.

“You’re not a distraction.” He wants to say it so many times that it’s embedded into your skin. Tattoo’d into your heart so you can never forget it.

“Okay.”

“You’re not a distraction.”

“Okay.” You say harshly. Shawn smirks, cupping your cheek.

“You’re my girl.”

“I know.”

“And you’re not a distraction.”

“I know.”

He smiles really wide, pulls you closer, lips moving in rhythm against yours.

“Most importantly, you’re my girl.” He whispers pulling back.

“All of this over a missed flight.” You grin, looking up at him.

He hangs his head, laughing.

“I should have listened to you, you were right about the flight.”

“I know.” You smile. He shakes his head as his phone starts going off. He looks down and sighs.

“Andrew.” He says answering the call. “Hey.” He smiles at you.

You wait and watch as he nods and does his “mmhmm”’s, lip between his teeth. You reach up and touch his bottom lip. He untraps it from his teeth and watches your face as you swipe your thumb across his lip.

“It was my fault.” He says softly, staring at you. “She told me we were gonna be late.” He continues staring at you. “Wanted to enjoy my time with her.” His eyes sparkle as he looks at you. “Because she was there, and no one else was and I wanted to enjoy that. So I purposefully drove slow. I let myself enjoy the feeling of her holding my hand. I let off the gas so I could extend my time with her. Because I knew that if we missed this flight then we would have to stay the night and fly out tomorrow, which is why I bought tickets for tomorrow’s flight last night.” He grins looking at you.

Your eyes go wide as winks. You hit his chest causing him to laugh.

He holds his phone away from his ear.

“He’s so mad.” Shawn laughs putting the phone back to his ear. “I know, it’s my fault. I wanted to be selfish and have five more minutes with,” He cups your face as he says, “My girl.”

‘Your girl.’ You mouth to him.

He blinks and nods.

“My girl.”

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