Us Against The Crowd (Shawmila fanfic)

by toptrendyfangirl

Shawmila fanfic, the making of Senorita, Shawn and Camila's denying their relationship, and their story, spent as celebrities unable to be normal because they always have a trailing paparazzi and exploding phones with calls to do this or that. They struggle to find time to spend together but make the most of each time. Being one place one day, and another the next won't stop them.

1. Chapter One - IN THE MAKING

Okay, Fanfiction only has one of these, and there needs to be more so I made one. Please leave comments and don't be afraid to criticize. I apologize for mistakes, and fans who are as knowledgeable as me and remember exactly how this happened, I have had a lot of things to remember with these two. So, enjoy, like, and comment!

-Thebestofbestfangirls

CHAPTER 1 - IN THE MAKING

Camila

I received the text early on a Saturday morning. It was from Shawn.

Hey, so I had this idea…

I smiled and texted back, my fingers flying across the buttons on my phone.

Oh? And what is it?

We hadn't texted in a while. What could be so important? He's finishing a tour right now!

Well, I was thinking about how much fun our duet was, back in 2015. And I was wondering if you might wanna do another one. I don't know what we would do, but…

I laughed. This amazing person is… Amazing.

I've been thinking about the same thing… I think…

Yeah?

I think we should try it. If it feels right, great. Otherwise… I think 2015 was great

There wasn't another text. I waited. And waited. Isn't he gonna text back?

Shawn?

No reply. Does he disagree? Then my phone rang with a facetime request. It was Shawn. Thank goodness. I was afraid I'd said something wrong. I accepted and his adorable face showed up on the screen

"Hey Senorita. How are you?" Shawn smiles at me. I can't respond. I haven't seen him for almost a year, and… Here he is!

"I'm… okay. I mean, now I'm great." I say, smiling at him. We just stare at eachother for a moment. I'm suddenly self conscious about the fact that I'm wearing. I don't remember what I put on this morning. Leggings and- I look down at my shirt. It's one of the sweatshirts Shawn gave to me a year ago. Shawn's eyes follow mine and he smiles at the sweatshirt.

"So when do you want to meet up? I finally manage to say. Shawn sighs.

"I have a tour in a week, so three months? Is that too long?" He looks at me. Yes. Yes it is. We're both thinking it, I can tell. But instead of saying that, I simply just smile and say,

"Yup. I'll be looking forward to it everyday." At that moment I decided to come clean. I open my mouth, but Shawn doesn't see it and talks instead.

"Ug. I gotta go. Managers' calling. I'll try to call again before I leave, okay?" Shawn shoots me a flawless smile.

"Yeah okay." I say softly. Don't go. Please don't go.

"Okay, see you, Camz."

"Yeah, bye, Shawn, I-" The phone hung up

I love you.

Three Months Later…

Camila

I'm practically jumping around as I get ready. I'm wearing ripped light jeans, a strappy shirt with a low cut in the front, with another one of the sweatshirts Shawn gave me wrapped around my waist, with a pair of white and rose gold Adidas, a baseball cap over my eyes so I'm harder to recognise, my hair in a braid down my back.

I wait at the studio doors, as Shawn has the keys. I take a selfie while I'm waiting for Instagram and Twitter. I'm posting it with an advertisement for my new upcoming album, Romance, when Shawn shows up.

"Camz?" I hear him speaking behind me. I drop my phone and turn around to hug him.

"AHHHH! I missed you so much!" I practically yell. Shawn chuckles.

"I missed you too Camila." His strong arms enfold me. I hear a phone camera click. I pull away and look at the forming paperazzi. Shawn picks up my phone, which is thankfully not broken, and we walk inside.

"Okay, Senorita, any ideas?" Shawn is tuning his guitar as he speaks. I smile.

"You know, I do love it when you call me Senorita," I say. Shawn smiles.

"Well, Senorita, I think I have some ideas."

I laugh. I don't remember why. It's two in the morning and I'm a little delusional, running on coffee.

"Okay, so we have," Shawn collects his laugh and strums the tune on his guitar. "Ooh when your lips undress me, hooked on your tongue, Ooh love your kiss is deadly… What next?" Shawn looks at me.

"Don't stop!" I cry. I love his voice it's beautiful. Shawn smirks.

"Perfect. Then I think we're done! Let's do a run-through and clean it up, then we'll come back tomorrow and finish, yeah?" Shawn gives me another flawless smile. How he can have a clear head right now?

"Yeah, okay." I collect myself. I wait for Shawn's intro and start.

"I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you!"

Shawn picks up.

"Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me

Before I even knew her name, la la la

It felt like ooh la la la

Yeah no.

Sapphire moonlight

We danced for hours in the sand

Tequila sunrise

Her body fit right in my hands, la la la

It felt like ooh la la la, yeah."

I join again.

"I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need you

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you know I love it when-"

Shawn smiles as he joins in.

"you call me señorita

I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for ya."

Shawn hits a few notes as he backs off again. I wish he wouldn't.

"Locked in the hotel

There's just some things that never change

You say we're just friends

But friends don't know the way you taste, la la la

'Cause you know it's been a long time coming

Don't you let me fall."

I anticipate the music, I sway to the song. I love it. I love hime. I love us.

"Ooh, when your lips undress me

Hooked on your tongue

Ooh love, your kiss is deadly

Don't stop.

I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need you

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita

I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you

All along I've been coming for you

And I hope it meant something to you

Call my name, I'll be coming for you

Coming for you, coming for you, coming for you

For you (ooh, she loves it when I come)

For you

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for ya-"

I take a breath, let out a hysterical laugh. Shawn starts laughing too and he hugs me. I hug him back, tracing the muscles on his back. Shawn looks down at me I look up at him, our faces centimeters apart. Maybe I'm delusional, maybe I'm crazy, but when our lips met, I think Shawn was the one who connected them. I hope he did.

Maybe he is in love with me too.