My fiancé is the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes, and I'm currently on tour with him. I'm so excited to be engaged to Shawn. He's my soulmate, my love, my everything. I would do anything for him and if he wanted me to travel the world with him - kind of like I'm doing now - then I would.

I was sitting in Shawn's dressing room before his question and answer session. I usually go with him, but I'm feeling a bit nauseous, so I'll simply tell him that I'm tired and that's why I'll stay behind in his dressing room. I would normally tell him if I'm feeling nauseous, but I don't want him to worry about me while he's in his q and a. Shawn's head was in my lap, and we were talking about wedding plans as I ran my fingers through his hair softly. His eyes were closed and his body felt relaxed.

"So we have a date set - May twenty fifth, 2024. And you like the State Room in Boston as a venue, right?" Shawn asked. I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"Yeah. Are you sure that you want to get married in Boston? We could do Toronto if you want?" I asked. Shawn opened his eyes and looked at me with a soft smile.

"My love, Boston is the city that we met in, that we fell in love in, and the city that we had our first three kisses in. Boston is a big part of our story, so I think that getting married somewhere in Boston would be perfect." Shawn said. I smiled and nodded. He closed his eyes again.

"Okay baby boy. We'll get in touch with someone that runs the State Room and talk to them. I love that it has such an amazing view of Boston. I mean honestly, it shows the harbor and everything. The glass wall is fifty feet long and twenty feet tall. I love it. Plus it should be big enough to fit everyone." I said. Shawn's smile widened.

"Then we'll talk to someone and see if we can get married there. I love you baby girl and I can't wait to marry you." He said. My smile widened.

"I can't wait either honey. Thank you for letting me take your last name." I said.

"Of course darling. I had wanted to ask you if you were going to take my last name but I didn't want you to feel pressured, so I was very happy when you asked me that. Y/n Mendes. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Shawn asked. I giggled and nodded, knowing that when he said ring, he meant my engagement ring.

"Yup. It does. And I could tell that you were very happy that I asked to take your last name considering the fact that you started to cry happy tears." I said. Shawn laughed, causing my heart to flutter.

"Yeah." He said. There was a pause in the conversation, my fingers still running through his hair. His smile widened when I took my other hand and began rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too darling." He said.

"Honey?" I asked.

"Yes babe?" He asked.

"What type of wedding dress would you want to see me in? I don't think that I want a mermaid type of wedding dress, the look too tight. But what kind of dress do you want to see me walk down the aisle in?" I asked. Shawn opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Whatever dress makes you the happiest." He said. I groaned, causing him to laugh.

"Be more specific babe!" I said.

"Well what kind of types are there?" He asked. I pulled out my phone and googled it.

"There are ball gown dresses, straight dresses, a-line dresses, flared dresses, trumpet dresses, and mermaid, but I don't want mermaid. Which one do you like baby?" I asked as I put my phone away. Shawn smirked. Oh God.

"Whatever dress makes you the happiest." He said again. I groaned again.

"You're killing me here!" I said.

"Babe, when we first got engaged, we agreed that I would have input on everything but the dress. The dress is all up to you. I'm going to love it and you're going to look beautiful no matter what." Shawn said. I sighed, partially because I suddenly wanted his input, and partially because my nausea was getting worse.

"There are two dresses that I have pictures of on my phone and I don't know which one I like more. One of them doesn't have straps, and I would like my dress to have straps because I don't want my boobs to pop out." I said and Shawn laughed. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Shawn said. Jake, Shawn's security guard, poked his head in.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but are you guys ready for the q and a?" Jake asked. Shawn sat up and nodded.

"Yeah. Ready babe?" Shawn asked as he held out his hand for me to take.

"I think that I'm going to stay back here. I'm feeling a little tired from all of the traveling. Plus, whenever I go into your q and a's, people ask me a bunch of questions even though it's your q and a." I said.

"That's fine, I love the fact that the fans are comfortable enough with you to ask you questions." Shawn said. I shook my head.

"I'm still a little tired since I'm not used to all of the traveling constantly. I'll see you when you get back. I love you." I said. Shawn looked at me hesitantly but nodded and leaned down to kiss my forehead. Sometimes he lets his lips linger, but this time he let them linger longer than usual. He then pulled away and frowned.

"You're a little warm babe. How about Andrew stays with you while I go into my q and a?" Shawn asked. I shook my head.

"I'm fine Shawn. I can be on my own." I said, although in all reality I was feeling a little dizzy too. Shawn shook his head.

"Nope. I want Andrew to stay with you." Shawn said. I sighed and nodded.

"Okay." I said, knowing that he wouldn't back down from this. Shawn kissed my forehead again and then went to his q and a. Andrew soon walked into the room.

"I hear that your forehead is a bit warm and you're tired?" Andrew asked. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said.

"You look kind of pale. Do you want to lay down on the couch?" Andrew asked. Instead of laying down, I stood up, ran to the trash can that was nearby, and threw up.

Shawn's point of view

I had just gone over the usual rules in my q and a when I picked someone.

"Where's Y/n?" The person asked. I smiled at the mere mention of my fiancé's name.

"She's not used to touring and the time differences, so she was pretty tired and when I went to leave my dressing room, I kissed her forehead and her forehead felt a bit warm so Andrew is staying with her." I said before choosing someone else.

"Does Y/n help you get hyped up before you go on stage?" A girl asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Usually before I go onstage I start jumping around, and she'll start jumping around with me. It's really cute and I love it." I said with a smile. I then picked someone else.

"Have you and Y/n started to plan the wedding yet?" Someone asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, we were actually just talking about it before I left to come here. We've already set a date, and we think we know what we want for a venue, but we have to talk to the people there." I said. My phone then rang. "Mr. Andrew Gertler is calling me. Do you guys mind if I answer?"

"No." My fans said and so I answered.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Y/n just threw up." He said. My eyes widened.

"Is she okay now?" I asked.

"She looks pale and she's sitting down sipping water but she says that she's not as nauseous as before." Andrew said.

"I don't want her staying for the whole q and a, but is she up to coming in here for a minute?" I asked. I heard Andrew ask Y/n if she would go into my q and a.

"I'll walk her to your q and a right now." Andrew said.

"Okay. Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome." He said, and we hung up.

"My poor girl got sick." I said.

Your point of view

"Is Shawn mad at me?" I asked as Andrew walked me to Shawn's q and a.

"No, he's just worried about you." Andrew said and I nodded. I felt bad for not telling him earlier. Soon, Jake brought me into Shawn's q and a when he saw me, and the fans cheered. Shawn stood up and opened up his arms for me to come into.

"Baby, come here. How long have you been feeling nauseous for?" He asked as the fans quieted down.

"Since your head was in my lap." I said. His eyes widened.

"Darling why didn't you tell me?" He asked. Tears formed in my eyes as I shrugged.

"I don't know. I didn't want to worry you. I'm sorry." I said as a tear fell onto my cheek. Shawn wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.

"It's okay sweetheart. Just tell me next time, okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"Okay." I said.

"Why are you crying honey?" He asked.

"Because I feel bad for not telling you and I still feel a bit sick." I said. Shawn shook his head as he rubbed my back.

"Don't feel bad honey. Go lay down in my dressing room, and if you're still not feeling good by the time that I'm supposed to go on stage, then I want you to either go to the tour bus and rest or rest in my dressing room." Shawn said.

"But I would feel bad for not watching your performance." I said. He shook his head.

"Don't. It's okay. Go rest and I'll see you when I'm done with my q and a, okay?" He asked. I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "You're still a bit warm. Go rest honey."

"Okay. I love you." I said. He smiled at me.

"I love you too." He said. I had taken a step away from him but then I stepped closer to him and whispered in his ear.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No, not at all hun. I just want my girl to feel better." He said. I nodded and rested during his q and a, and during his performance. I love Shawn and how he cares for me.