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fake it till you make it [7/?] | s.m.

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 3,561

series summary: shawn has a crush on y/n’s roommate. y/n has a crush on her roommate’s boyfriend. of course, shawn reaches the not-so-logical conclusion that the best way to win over their loves is by fake-dating each other. shawn is a sometimes stupid, always endearing mess. featuring ian as shawn’s roommate who is 1000% fed up with how dumb everyone else is.

author’s note: this chap is slightly less funny and slightly more melodramatic, but i’m having quite a bit of fun mixing up the character pairings here. also this chapter’s a bit longer woohoo. please read the author’s note at the end. enjoy xo

VII. A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

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one month later

Over the course of the next month, Y/N and Shawn kept up appearances. Their practice-kissing, still very much not-discussed by either party, made it a lot easier to do this—Shawn’s arm was regularly around her shoulders, her lips pressed into his cheek without hesitation and the lines were starting to blur. They spent most of their time at her apartment so they were in full view of McKenna, who had started third-wheeling more and more—though McKenna’s version of “third-wheeling” looked a lot like hogging Shawn’s attention to Y/N. Shawn seemed to glow every time it happened, and he was actually losing some of his awkwardness around McKenna. He made her laugh and they made plans to study for the next test together and not a single person could deny they were growing closer, not even Ian. If Shawn was really Y/N’s boyfriend, she would’ve been pissed. Actually, scratch that. She was still kind of ticked off.

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SHAWN MENDES TALKS ANXIETY, GLOBAL TOURS AND FINDING LOVE. (August 19, 2018) By Sanjiv Bhattacharya.

You may not have heard of him, but your kids will be crazy about him. Meet the ‘regular dude’ who became a global heartthrob.

‘Hey, you want some whisky?” Shawn Mendes grabs a bottle off the shelf. We’re in a cocktail bar in West Hollywood and have the lounge section to ourselves. Shots with Shawn? Let’s do it. But when he unscrews the top he recoils. “That’s not whisky, it smells like juice. They tricked us!”

It’s as if they knew he was coming. Because Mendes might play to stadium crowds all over the world, but at 20, he is still a year too young to drink in the States. Not that he’d have one even if it was legal. “I’m on tour,” he explains bashfully. I thought touring was a nonstop party. “No way, man. Have you sung on stage for 60 minutes? It’s f****** hard. And almost impossible hungover. There’s certain magic drugs that can help, but I’m not interested in those, so when I’m flying 10 hours and there’s a three-hour drive to the venue and I’m doing three interviews, honestly, it’s physically impossible to drink. You have to be an athlete in the pop world, I’m not kidding.” How un-rock’n’roll. What would Mick Jagger say? “He didn’t have cellphones recording him 24/7,” Mendes replies. “If he sounded like shit, no one would know. If I mess up, it’s going viral.” It’s a fair point — and Mendes should know. “Going viral” launched his career.

At 15, after teaching himself to play guitar via YouTube tutorials, Mendes posted 6-second snippets of himself singing covers of pop songs on the now-defunct social media app Vine. What followed was millions of views, a management contract and a record deal. Five years later, the Toronto-born boy has three No 1 albums, a triple-platinum single (Treat You Better) and 34.6m Instagram followers. “It’s basically Canada,” he jokes. “I think [Canada’s] population is 35m.” The stats are staggering: more than 16bn song streams, 12m albums sold, 4bn YouTube views and two sold-out world tours. His shows at Madison Square Garden in New York and the O2 in London sold out in minutes. I meet him ahead of his third world tour — eight months long, with more dates to be added — to promote his eponymous third album. “We’re going to try to do four nights at the O2 this time,” he says. “I know, man. It’s crazy.”

Justin Bieber is the obvious comparison, another teen pop heartthrob from Canada. (What are they putting in their syrup over there?) But Mendes lacks the Bieb’s cockiness or rebellious streak. He’s still the sensitive boy next door with the puppy-dog eyes and perfect manners, a persona so wholesome that he functions as a cultural reprieve from these troubled times. The Justin Trudeau of teenage troubadours. He’s so innocent, it seems, that he hasn’t even fallen in love yet, let alone had his heart broken. “I’d really like to,” he says, “because I’d write a great album.” There may have been a chance recently. In May he took to the red carpet of the Met Gala hand in hand with the American model Hailey Baldwin. The gen Z corner of the internet temporarily went into meltdown over the couple, though Baldwin later insisted they were just good friends. Now she’s engaged to Bieber. Keeping up? “I found out [about the engagement] when everyone else did,” Mendes says. “And I’m so happy for them. Hailey and I are great friends. I’m also friends with Bieber. I think they’re both actually very good for each other. It’s crazy, though, it’s a big thing.”

I sense that it’s time to move on. How about Camila Cabello, then, a fellow record-breaking pop phenomenon and rumoured fling? Alas, “just a friend. I’m totally single right now.” He is looking, though — out into the audience, even. “Sure, I’d date a fan,” he says. “Why wouldn’t you date someone who admires you? Isn’t that what couples always say? ‘She’s my biggest fan.’” I suggest that an adoring fan might put him on a pedestal, rather than love him for who he is. Already I feel like his parent. “Totally, but the star shock only lasts a few hours,” he replies. “Then they realise I’m just a regular dude.” A “regular dude” who inspires mass hysteria wherever he goes. When word got out that he was in South America recently, 1,500 fans showed up outside his hotel. They have even tracked him down to his parents’ doorstep. “A girl came in shorts and a T-shirt begging for a ride to a warm Starbucks. And, because he’s such a nice guy and “couldn’t say no”, he did indeed drive her to the coffee shop. Now that he’s in an apartment of his own, it’s still happening. “I had a 14-year-old boy come to my front door. That was pretty scary. I wasn’t in, but security cameras saw him.”

Mendes is pleased to have his own place, though. Until last year, he had been playing to packed stadiums, then returning to his childhood bedroom, with his mum calling him for dinner. Now he has a penthouse apartment with a “sick view” of Toronto, which he shows me on his phone: “It’s important to wake up and look over the city where I grew up.” When’s the party, Shawn? He shrugs. “Well, I actually need to work on that. I’m not much of a partier. Honest to God, I need to enjoy my life more and stop worrying about work, but I find it difficult.”

He does go out from time to time, he says, and without any entourage, either. “I don’t worry about it. If people want a photo, then I take the photo.” But he’s all about the work, even at his age, so his apartment is more of a sanctuary than a party pad. “You’re out touring and waking up in London one morning and Paris the next. Then one day you wake up in your condo in Toronto and it’s quiet and no one’s there,” he beams. “That’s literally potion for writing music.”

If there’s a crack in the armour, it’s his anxiety. On his latest album, the song In My Blood opens with the lines, “Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing / I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something.” Is it the pressures of fame? “It’s hard to say because I haven’t experienced anything else,” he says. “I was famous from 15. But being famous definitely didn’t help.” He’s not on medication. His therapy is hanging out with his friends from school. “Sometimes it just takes stepping out of your world to get perspective. It’s hard work to keep your morale up sometimes,” he sighs. “It’s hard being a human.”

Nevertheless, there’s no real dark side to Mendes. When I ask about teenage angst and torment, he shakes his head. “I don’t relate to all that. I’ve had a really awesome life.” And it’s true. One of two siblings — his sister is 14 — he grew up an ordinary middle-class boy from the suburbs. His English mum, originally from Bournemouth, is an estate agent, and his Portuguese dad runs a humble restaurant supplies business in Toronto. “My mum and dad, we’re a little too close at times,” he says. “I told them everything. They had a rule with me: they can’t get mad at me if I tell them. So one time I said, ‘Hey, guys, I’m going to go drink alcohol tonight,’ and I could tell they were, like, fine!”

He’s now friends and collaborators with his former idols and heroes. Alicia Keys is a pal — “She’s unreal, so funny.” John Mayer gifted him an electric guitar. He supported Taylor Swift on tour, and played on stage with Ed Sheeran. He’s also the face of the Emporio Armani watch collection and modelled for Giorgio Armani in Milan. “That helped me a lot, as a person,” he says. “Europe is so free. They’re, like, ‘Put on this bright yellow jacket and go dance on the runway.’ Nobody has preconceived notions of what you’re supposed to be doing. In America they’d be, like, ‘Well, he plays guitar, he wears black pants, he doesn’t do that.’”

Today Mendes is wearing a white shirt, black jeans and YSL boots. “My stylist put this together,” he says. He has a three-hour fitting twice a month. “I don’t think about it. I just figure if you tuck your shirt in and wear a belt, that’s an outfit, right?” He’s proud of his tattoos and his necklaces and pendants, one of them from his grandmother in Britain. “I love London, man.” He brightens up. “People eat music fast there. A song, like, jumps up the charts, hits No 1 and then falls, all in two weeks. It takes months in the States. I’d totally consider living there.”

For the record, he likes to go out in Shoreditch and might have some time on his hands, too. Time enough to meet someone special? “Hey, I’m open to it. You never know.” I hope it happens, I tell him. And I hope she breaks your heart. He cracks up laughing. “Dude, me too — that would be so awesome!”

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