Unity // A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter 30

[Important message at the very end]

I wander tiredly into the kitchen and fill up the kettle.

Clearly, aside from waking up, making tea is the first thing I do in the morning .

You could say it is a priori-tea?

Nope?

No. I'll stop.

I sit on one of the kitchen stools. I would have sat on the kitchen island but it was covered with mess.

Flour, cheese, Starbucks cups, some used plates, some kind of free magazine (?) and a load of random stuff.

I decided that I would have to clean the counter before I made my tea. The tea would be my motivation.

The Starbucks cups came first. I picked up my cup, it still had some evidence of the berry smoothie concoction that I had ordered. Shawn on the other hand, alongside his INSERT DRINK HERE got a heart next to his name.

Lucky dork.

And into the bin...

The cups. Not Shawn.

I chucked the magazine in there as well. It had been posted under my hotel door and advertised furniture. I had little motive of buying furniture when touring so it would have to go.
Then, I stuck the plates into the sink for me to do later. They sat alongside a tray, a grater, a couple bowls and a rolling pin because, as we decided yesterday, nothing beats post-skydive hunger like pizza. And after seeing the queue at one of the pizza restaurants we passed, it was destined that we would attempt to make our own pizzas. Then, once we got to a grocery store and realised there was a Starbucks next-door, our fate was sealed.

Pizza and Starbucks? What more could you ask for?

As for our 'fantastic' cooking skills and Shawn's fear of tomatoes, it was pretty evident that there would be mess.

Which there was.

A lot of.

My counter, sink and floor were pretty dirty. It was a bit of an adventure, but the pizzas still tasted great.

I kicked a lone tomato along the floor with my slipper. It rolled through the open plan room and dissapeared under a sofa.

Oops.

I cleared a heap of music sheets off the counter and wandered over to my coffee table to put them down. Alongside the remote that was laid on the table, there was an IPhone. I didn't have an IPhone. It must be Shawn's.

I better go down and give his phone back before he thinks I've stolen it.

But first tea.

And a biscuit.

What is tea without biscuits?

What is life without biscuits?

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A shower, breakfast, a quick phone call from my Mum and small Netflix binge later and I was almost out the door.

Keys?

Check.

Phone?

Check.

Shawn's phone?

Check.

I kick my feet into a pair of my trainers that were sitting by the door. Today just wasn't a day for undoing laces. I yawn and shut the door, putting the keys into the zip-pocket of my shoulder bag.