The One? //Shawn Mendes

•chapter 44•

Morgan's POV

Shawn, Aaliyah, and I are in the middle of watching a movie when my phone rings. Then Shawn's phone rings.

I pick it up and answer it as so does Shawn.

"Hey Elizabeth." I say.

"Hey Andrew." Shawn says. So both of our managers calling at the same time. Not suspicious at all.

"What's up?" I ask her.

"Hey Morgan! How are things in Canada?" She asks.

"Um great." I say. "Good! How are things with you and Shawn?" She asks.

"Um great, also. Why are you asking these questions?" I ask.

"Well Morgan. Shawn's manager, Andrew Gertler, and I were talking this afternoon. We were saying how both of you guys need to release a single soon." She says.

"Yea Elizabeth. I'm working on it. I promise." I say.

"Oh I know, sweetie. But Andrew and I came up with an idea." She says.

"Which is?" I ask completely curious.

"How would you like to write and release a song with Shawn?" She asks.

I look at Shawn with my mouth open and he does the same. Guessing Andrew just told him the same thing I just heard.

Shawn goes upstairs to most likely answer Andrew. Which was good cause I would've done the same thing if he didn't.

"Um. Well. I don't know. That's just really sudden. I mean it would be great. But when would we. I don't even know what we would write about and-" I say almost whispering until she cuts me off.

"Look Morgan. I know this is sudden. But I also know you and Shawn are two very talented singers. Your voices go together so well. And Shawn writes songs and so do you. You both are in love and dating. So why don't you just try? I know you guys can do it with no problem." Elizabeth says.

"I'll talk to Shawn about this whole thing and then I'll call you back. Is that okay?" I ask.

"Of course. Talk to you later, love." She says. "Okay talk to you later. Bye." I say hanging up the phone.

I look at Aaliyah with my mouth still open.

"What?" She asks chewing popcorn.

"I- I needa go-go talk with Sh- I'll be right back." I say going upstairs.

I open Shawn's door and I see him looking through a small booklet with a smile on his face.

He looks at me. "What are you smiling about?" I ask. "I'm guessing Elizabeth told you the same thing Andrew told me." He says still smiling.

"About us writing a song together?" I ask. He nods.

"Morgan. I have the perfect song. I never finished it but...it's perfect." Shawn says while flipping through the pages of the booklet.

"So you wanna write this song together?" I ask.

He looks at me again. "Of course! Don't you?" He asks.

"Yea. Yea totally." I say.

I do want to write a song with Shawn. Its not like I have anything against it. Our voices do go great with each other's. We are a couple and Shawn says he has the perfect song. But the thing is Shawn and I will be going our own directions soon...

No. I shouldn't even think like that. We are going to write this song together.

"Okay good." Shawn says looking through his booklet again.

"Wanna know what's great about this song?" He asks.

"What?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Its a piano song. But we can even add guitar into it. I don't exactly know how it'll sound. But we'll try it out." He says gleaming at me.

"Well why don't you show me what you have first." I say laughing at his goofy smile.

"Okay. Found it! It is called..."

-

Shawn and I spent the night figuring out chords, lyrics, instruments and who sings which parts.

I sat at the piano playing chords and thinking of lyrics. Shawn sat on the floor next to his bed doing the same as me. We spent literally. All. Night.

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"Wake up!" Someone says shaking me. I jolt awake wiping drool from off the corner of my mouth.

"How did you fall asleep on a piano?" The person asks.

I look to my left and see Aaliyah standing there. Then I look down at the piano. I guess I fell asleep on the piano.

I look behind me and see Shawn sleeping on the floor with his guitar still in hands. I guess we both fell asleep while writing. We are so determined for this to be great.

"Woah." Is all I say.

"What?" Aaliyah asks.

"I don't even remember falling asleep. Last thing I remember is playing some chords on the piano." I say.

"Yea all I heard last night were the sounds of a piano, guitar, some yelling, some singing, and some frustrated sounding groans." Aaliyah says.

"Sorry Aaliyah. Didn't mean to keep you up all night." I apologize.

"It's okay. I eventually fell asleep when you guys stopped fighting." She laughs. "What were you guys doing anyway?"

"Writing." I say.

"A song?" She asks. I nod.

"For you or for Shawn?"

"For the both of us." I say.

"You guys are writing a song together?! Oh my god that is so cute! Yes I am so ready for this! Okay I need to wake up Shawn so you guys can finish what you started." Aaliyah says going over to Shawn.

The thing is. I don't even remember what I started.

I hear Shawn groan as Aaliyah tries to wake him up. I get up and walk downstairs to get some coffee to wake me up.

"Hey sweetie." My mom says sitting at the island in the kitchen.

"Hi mom." I yawn.

"You seem in the need for a good cup of coffee." She says getting up to make it.

"Yes thank you." I say sitting down.

"I heard you and Shawn last night. Some piano playing. Guitar playing. The two of your beautiful voices. A lot of arguing, and some frustrated sounding groans." She says as she makes the coffee.

"Funny. Aaliyah told me the same thing." I say rubbing my eyes.

"What were y'all doing all night?" She asks. "Um we were just writing." I say.

"Just writing? Like a song together? Oh my god that we be the most precious thing ever! Please tell me that's what y'all were doing." She asks.

"That's what we were doing." I say tiredly smiling at her.

"Yes!" She says.

Shawn comes into the kitchen literally walking like a zombie. He plops down next to me and lays his head down in his arms.

"Need some coffee too, Shawn?" My mom asks.

"Yes please." Shawn says quietly but raspy.

"I hate you so much." I say smiling at him. He chuckles.

"I woke up with the imprint of guitar strings on my cheek." Shawn says.

"I woke up on a piano." I say. Shawn chuckles again.

"You guys anywhere close to finishing that song?" My mom asks setting two cups of coffee in front of us.

Shawn and I look at each other. "Yes." We both say.

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