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{This story is in progress.}

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven 

Chapter Eight (NEW) posted June 9, 2019

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About Truth Untold: 

Summer camp begins, and usually Alex can't wait to get back to the fun-filled days of being a counsellor with her best friends and her boyfriend. But this time is different. Shawn Mendes is her counsellor partner, and there's one big problem: her boyfriend hates him. 

Shawn Mendes AU: Late night livestreams with the fans while you’re at his place

This has been in my drafts for quite some time and I finally had an idea on how to finish it. Hope you enjoyed it, feel free to leave me feedback, I love to read your comments :)!

Truth Untold | Shawn Mendes fanfiction 

Hey everyone, here’s the first chapter to my second Shawn Mendes fanfiction. 

Chapter One

I met Shawn for the first time this summer. I mean, I’d known him since I was four years old. But, I never really talked to him. We never really interacted for a myriad of reasons.

Sure, our parents knew each other, our cousins were friends. We had been going to the same summer camp ever since I can remember.

We were campers, always in separate groups. Never really ran in the same friend circle, which was a reason why we never connected.

And then, I started dating Liam from our camp. And Liam hated Shawn. Apparently, Shawn dated Liam’s little sister, and he broke her heart. Ever since, Liam’s wanted to rip his head off.

So, that’s the main reason I’ve avoided him for the past 2 years. And I didn’t really think I would ever get to know him. It’s been 12 years…I wasn’t going to start now.

Little did I know, this summer had something different in store for me. For everyone, really.

It was the beginning of summer, the week before camp was about to start, when I got an email that would be the catalyst to a summer I would never forget.

I was in my room, when my phone ringtone sliced through the air.

“Hello?” I asked, jumping on the bed.

“Hey Alex, emails for camp counselor pairing is out,” Liam said cheerfully on the other end.

“Oh, really?” I asked, surprised I hadn’t heard from my two best friends Jess and Lily about who they were paired with.

Usually, it’s a boy-girl counselor pair per group of kids. Jess and Lily were both hoping to get paired with the crushes they set for this year.

“Yeah, I got Jess,” he laughed. “I bet she’ll be disappointed.”

I laughed, knowing my best friend wanted Mike – the boy who sent her secret admirer notes last summer.

“She’ll suck it up. There are worse things than you,” I teased.

“Ouch,” he laughed. “Well, check your email and let me know who you got.”

“I will,” I said.

“Okay, call me later. Love you.”

“Love you,” I replied. We had been dating ever since last summer. This July would mark our one year anniversary.

And I couldn’t be happier. Honestly, he was the best thing that had happened to me.

I went to check my emails on my phone and clicked on the one with the subject line, “Counsellor assignment”

As I was reading it, you could probably guess what it read – Shawn Mendes.

I sighed, shaking my head. This was going to cause unnecessary drama with Liam. I took out my phone, dialling my friend, Lily’s number.

“Hey Alex, what’s going on?” Lily asked when she picked up.

“You’ll never guess who I was paired up with for counsellor assignments.”

“Tell me!”

“Shawn freakin’ Mendes,” I groaned.

She laughed out loud with her signature cackle.

“Lily, I’m serious. Liam will want me to ignore and avoid him. Put up walls around me whenever he’s near…”

“Well, that would be awkward to bring on the bus,” she joked.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a small laugh.

“Shawn’s nice,” Lily admitted. “And everyone knows you spend the most time with your counsellor partner. You’re going to have to be nice to him.”

“Or just be super cordial and indifferent.”

“What even happened between Shawn and Emily anyways?” Emily was Liam’s little sister.

I sighed, shaking my head. I don’t think I even know the full story. All I knew was Liam came home one day, and Emily was crying pretty hard. Apparently, she said he broke up with her without any warning and wouldn’t return any of her calls.

“I don’t know. All I know is Shawn shut her out one day without warning. He just stopped talking to her and refused to give a reason,” I said, exasperatedly.

“Doesn’t sound like Shawn.”

“And you know what sounds like him?”

“We had Science together this year, and he was super nice. Very hilarious,” she went on to say.

“Did you get the job as his hype man or something?”

“No, all I’m saying is…there might be more to that story than you think,” she said.

I ignored that last comment. “All I know is he's not as nice as everyone says.”

She didn’t respond to that. We went on to talk about what the first day of camp would be like and what we were going to wear. But my mind kept wandering.

It was a day camp, so you and your counsellor pair had to take the school bus every morning together and stop to pick up the kids in your neighbourhood to bring them to camp.

We were going to spending so much time together. My stomach turned at the thought.

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The first day of camp had arrived sooner than I was ready. Liam reacted as expected. Warned me not to fraternize with the enemy.

The honk outside my house signalled the bus was here. And that meant we were going to pick up Shawn next. I don’t know why I was so nervous.

I ran out of my house and stepped onto the bus, taking a deep breath in.

“Hey Alex,” the bus driver said, with a friendly smile. “My name is Dave.”

I waved at him. “Hey Dave! We’ll be spending a lot of time together this summer.”

“We sure will be,” he said, in a booming voice. “Next up, picking up Shawn, then the rest of the campers.”

I nodded, taking a seat up at the front. The bus driver navigated through the familiar neighbourhood streets. I twiddled with my thumbs, as we moved through.

The bus came to a squeaky halt. I pressed my lips together, as I turned my head to look at the brownstone house.

The blue door swung open, and Shawn stepped out in all his glory. He had a slight smile on his lips, as he made his way to the bus door.

As he stepped on, he greeted the bus driver. He turned his head to look at me and waved.

“Hey Alex,” he said, almost shyly.

“Hey Shawn,” I responded.

He went to take a seat across the aisle from me. We sat in a bit of silence. He was awkward too.

“Nice weather for camp, huh?” I decided to say.

He laughed. Not in a mocking way. In a genuine, happy way.

“What?” I asked, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Five seconds in, and we’ve already used the weather card.”

I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Hey, she laughs,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah, that was funny,” I replied, suppressing too big of a grin.

“Oh, so I’m funny?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please.”

He grinned, setting down his bag under the seat. “So, we’ve got a bunch of eight year olds about to come on board soon.”

“Get ready for all the screams,” I responded. It was feeling easier already with him. Not what I expected.

I know I should’ve probably maintained a bit more of a cold exterior.

“I had a camper last year who just bit me on the hand because I was trying to put on sunscreen,” he told me.

“Can’t blame the kid. Sunscreen sucks to put on,” I teased.

As we picked up more kids, I saw how awesome he was with them. We high-fived each camper as they came on the bus, and seated them in their benches.

As we got them off the bus, there were counsellors there ready to take them to orientation.

“Henry is my favourite camper so far,” Shawn said.

“No, he’s mine!” I said.

“We’ll have to fight to win him over,” he said, as we walked towards the main camp building.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Liam.

“Hey babe,” I said.

He didn’t smile, but he put his arm around me. I could tell he was tense.

“Let’s go to the main building,” Liam said.

“Sure.”

“Got any other girls’ hearts to break somewhere else, Shawn?” Liam asked.

My stomach dropped. They were never civil around each other.

“Clever, Liam,” Shawn replied quickly. “How long did it take you to come up with that?”

Liam moved towards him, and Shawn refused to budge.

“Liam, stop,” I said. I grabbed him by the arm. “Let’s just go.”

I led him away from Shawn and towards the main cabin. I was naïve to think they were just going to ignore each other.

“Promise me you won’t be friends with that guy. Don’t talk to him,” Liam said, angrily.

“We’re paired up! I have to talk to him.”

“Not more than necessary.”

“Yeah, fine. No more than necessary,” I agreed. A promise I intended to keep. To think I was starting to get along with that guy and actually start to like him as a person…I knew I couldn’t.

Well, this was going to be a long summer. 

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Truth Untold | Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction

Chapter Four

The next day on the bus was the longest bus ride of my life. The longest forty-five minutes of my life.

Shawn and I looked over at one another but refused to talk. He got on the bus and didn’t so much as look at me.

I couldn’t blame him. He knew I heard his conversation, he knew I was eavesdropping. And I knew he was more hurt by the Emily situation than anyone knew.

I tended to the kids on one side of the bus, and him on the other. No one knew we were avoiding each other. Maybe Dave, our bus driver, did. Because he looked over at me a couple of times with sympathy.

But then again, maybe I was imagining things.

“Alright, we’ve arrived!” David announced when we got to camp.

I breathed a sigh of relief and helped the kids get off the bus. Shawn lingered behind, maybe to avoid me.

I didn’t know what to say.

Liam was waiting for me as we got off the bus. I went over to him, and he looked tense.

“What happened to you last night?” he asked.

After I had heard Shawn’s conversation with Emily, I wanted to be anywhere but that party. I actually wanted to be comforting Shawn, wherever he was. and I hated that I wanted that. And I didn’t know why.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I caught some sort of cold,” I said, making my voice sound a little stuffed up.

“Oh,” he said, his facial features softening. “Are you okay? Should you go home?”

“No, no, I feel a lot better. I just - I just went home and slept immediately. Sorry I didn’t tell you,” I said, lying through my teeth.

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling me into him. His hand intertwined with mine, as he gave me a small kiss.

“Liam, we’re at camp,” I said, shyly.

“So?” he said, with a half-smile.

“How was your night last night?” I asked.

“Oh,” he replied, his voice instantly changing tones. “Em came to me all torn up. She was crying, could barely get any words out.”

My heart started to beat faster. “Oh? Did she say what happened to her?”

“Oh, you can probably guess,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t know, all she got out was that she ran into Shawn. And that’s all I needed to hear. He was probably being a —”

“Being a what?” a voice from behind us said.

It was Shawn coming off the bus. I pressed my lips together, nervously.

“None of your business,” Liam snapped.

“Oh, bullshit,” he responded.

“Shut up,” Liam snapped at Shawn. He stepped towards him, and I saw this ending very badly.

“I know you guys were talking about me. So, stop being a coward and tell me to my face,” Shawn said, standing his ground.

Liam shook his head. “I have no problem telling you to your face. The fact of the matter is you’re a dick. You made my sister cry last night, and you’re lucky you’re still standing.”

Shawn snorted. “This whole tough guy act is really wearing thin, don’t you think?”

Liam’s shoulders tensed up. I thought it was time to intervene.

“Guys, let’s just stop. Okay? Walk away,” I pleaded.

“And you think you’re so tough? Breaking someone’s heart, freezing someone out without so much as a thought to who they’re hurting — you’re the coward,” Liam growled.

“Liam, stop,” I said, involuntarily.

I don’t know why I said that. Both Liam and Shawn looked at me in surprise.

“What? You’re actually going to defend him?” he asked, pointedly. He looked more hurt than anything. If I were in his shoes, and I wholeheartedly believed this guy had hurt my sister, I would hate me right now.

“No,” I faltered. “No, I don’t. I just - I just didn’t want to do this here, at camp. Let’s just go, okay?” I begged.

He looked at me for a moment longer, and so did Shawn. Liam sighed, exasperatedly.

“Fine,” Liam said.

“Let’s go,” I said. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the Main Hall.

I didn’t even look back to see Shawn’s face.

The day wore on slowly. Shawn and I did our duty by taking the kids to each activity, but he was quieter with usual even with the kids.

I caught myself staring in his direction when he wasn’t looking. I just wanted to silently communicate to him I was sorry for this morning. I didn’t know why. I didn’t know why I saw something good in him, but all I knew was I wanted to let him know I had sympathy for him.

But he didn’t take it. He didn’t even look at me the whole morning.

As I settled the kids down in the Mess Hall, where they ate lunch, and let them pull out their lunches, I saw Shawn slip out the front door.

And again, my feet had a mind of its own. My burning curiosity overtook every feeling in my body screaming at me to stay still. I needed to know where he was going.

I followed him down the hill and saw him disappear into the camp’s radio building. I walked up the steps to the wooden building and slid open the doors.

I saw Shawn tuning his guitar in the radio booth. My eyebrows furrowed. I knocked on the glass to the radio booth that was equipped with a microphone and small mix panel. He looked up in surprise.

“What are doing in here?” he said, muffled by glass.

“I can’t hear you,” I said.

He swung open the door and stood far away from me.

“Sorry, I thought you were…leaving or something,” I said, abashedly.

“I’ll be back after lunch to bring the kids to their next activity,” he responded tersely.

“Okay,” I said, awkwardly.

We stood there in silence, as he looked around the room.

“So, what are you doing in here anyways?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“The camp director said I could take over the camp radio station for the lunch hour. I play guitar in here and cover songs. Helps me practice.”

“Oh, you mean the radio that plays in the Mess Hall during lunch?”

He nodded. We stood around in a bit more silence.

“Look,” I started to say. “I’m sorry about Liam this morning.”

He shook his head, not responding.

“And, I’m sorry about overhearing yesterday…that conversation with you and Emily.”

“Why?” he asked, dryly.

“Well,” I spluttered. “Well, because. It was a private conversation, and I shouldn’t have been listening.”

“You shouldn’t have been.”

I felt my insides burn. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to say, I was sorry — ”

“Yeah, you said that already.”

We both fell into an uncomfortable lull.

“Why are you sorry anyway?” he asked.

“Well, you just seemed hurt,” I admitted. “And…very broken up about your conversation with Emily last night. Or even just seeing her. So, I’m sorry you’re hurting.”

“Please,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey,” I said, becoming agitated. “I am sorry.”

“No you’re not,” he mumbled.

“What are you —”

“You’re not sorry. You clearly think I hurt Emily. Which I clearly did.”

“Shawn…”

“No, Liam’s right. I’m an asshole. I’m the jackass that just cut this poor girl off without any warning. I blindsided her. I stopped talking to her because I was miraculously over it. So, there. That should make it easier for you.”

“What are you even talking about?” I said, feeling my insides flare up with anger.

“What? I’m just saying what you won’t,” he said. “You made it abundantly clear that you think I’m in the wrong.”

“I haven’t,” I said, getting frustrated. What gave this guy the right to tell me what I was thinking in such a defensive manner when I’ve tried to be nice.

“It’s fine,” he said, with a note of finality. “Let’s just be counsellor partner, do our jobs, and then pretend like this summer never happened. You can stop pretending to be nice to me.”

“Shawn, I’m not just pretending! I never said any of those things you’ve been accusing me of. And it’s not fair of you to even put that on me.”

“Come on, Alex,” he sighed. “You know as well as I do, you’re just pretending to be nice to me when we’re together to make this summer a little more tolerable. But we all know you’re going to ignore me when we get back to school or else Liam wouldn’t speak to you.”

“No, I’m not! Don’t put that on me. I can act on my own accord!” Now I was getting really mad.

“Please,” he scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

I wanted to grab his shirt and shake some manners into him, shake some sense into him. How dare he speak to me like this?

“You know what? Maybe you are an asshole and a jackass,” I fired at him.

“Finally, you admit it.”

“Yes, Shawn. But, it’s not because I ever treated you that way. You put that on yourself. You’re the one who is so convinced people are seeing you this one way that you don’t even bother to fight to change their perceptions.”

“Please, analyze me more. I beg you,” he responded, sarcastically.

“Asshole,” I shot back, exasperated.

I stormed out, wishing I never knew him. I left him there, knowing in my mind he was who I thought he was. And I shouldn’t have tried to even see that there was another side to the story.

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- posting weird and cute snapchats of him

- fans wanting to take pictures with both of you at the same time, with captions like “Mom & Dad”

- him being super sweet and protective of you

- his face lighting up every time he talks about you, which is often

- developing cute little traditions, like cuddling up on the couch, eating cereal and watching cartoon shows almost every morning

- him probably being more hurt when anyone says something mean about you than you are yourself

- him making sure you always have a shirt or hoodie from him just so he can always see you in something that’s his

- having lazy drive through dinner in his car, both in sweatpants and you not even bothering to wear a bra cause he’s already seen you at your best and at your worst

- “What do you mean, I can’t bring Y/N?”

- Naps. Pretty much everywhere.

- passionate sex

- laughing during sex; sometimes one of you would just start laughing at something random and it would just turn into a fit of giggles

- lying on his back and tracing his freckles and birth marks

- him doing the weirdest shit to make you laugh

- you having a picture of both of you holding hands as your screensaver, and your favorite picture of him as your background

- him sometimes being whiny “Y/N .. Come heeeeere”

- “Hey sexy”

- him commenting cute things on your Instagram pictures and some fans screenshotting and posting about it

- Cameron being like a brother cause you’re seeing him almost every day

- couple mirror selfies for snapchat, captioning it “Are we couple goals, yet?”

- him being excited every time he brings something from traveling that he thought you might like “Y/N I got you something!”

- giving each other back massages

- him having his favorite picture of you as his screensaver, and a picture of both of you making weird faces as his background

- Facetiming each other, sometimes until early in the morning while he’s in another country

- him singing or humming a song at the most random times; sometimes he’d sing your name to make you smile

- holding hands in public

- sitting on his lap when you’re with the guys, and him constantly having his hands on your waist or thigh

- you being slightly worried, but also pretty entertained whenever he’s filming challenges with the guys 

- “I swear if you hurt yourself, I’ll be mad” an hour later: “Y/N please don’t be mad, but...”

- being lazy af sometimes

- having seen him cry at one point, cause he trusts you enough to be completely open and vulnerable, and vice versa. You’d comfort each other and talk about everything that bothers you and it would only make your bond stronger

- sticking up for each other in public “Why would you say that about her? You don’t even know her” 

Finally something written on this blog again :)

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