The Bad Boy (s.m au)

Chapter Two

Shawn and I are currently sitting on his bed, talking, like friends. Oh god am I friends with Shawn Mendes?

"Do I make you nervous, Ariella?" I gulp and shake my head. "Don't lie to me, Ariella James."

Before I can respond, Shawn pulls me into his lap by my hips.
"I'm not scary." he whispers before smashing his lips against mine. I take a second to register what just happened before I kissed back, tangling my hands in his hair.

He pushes me down so we are laying down, me straddling his waist. I tug my fingers slightly causing a low moan to escape from between his soft, pink lips. I pull away and blush.

"Maybe I should go." I mutter almost inaudibly.

"No please stay! You shouldn't be embarrassed. Besides I have to babysit my little sister, Aaliyah, tonight." I give in and sigh.

"I have no clothes." I point out.

"You can just wear a t-shirt of mine, babe." He smirks. My heart flutters as the word 'babe' rolls off his tounge. I blush and nod as he walks to his closet and throws me a big red shirt that reads, "MAGCON" I look at his sideways and he just tells me that he doesn't want to talk about it. I nod and walk to the en suite to change into the shirt. I pull it on over my tights and I falls to around an inch from my knee. I look in the mirror and pull my blonde hair into a messy high ponytail. I walk out of the bathroom and find that Shawn is no longer in his room.

I walk down the stairs and in the living room I see him and a little girl, around 10 or 11, being tickled on the couch by Shawn. Little giggles escaping from her lips. I just smile and watch. They remind me of me and my late brother Jackson and I when we were 11 and 13. I didn't realize that I had a few tears running down my cheeks until Shawn looked over at me and asked "What's wrong, Ella?"

"Nothing, just thinking." I smile and him and the girl.

"Oh and this is Aaliyah." Shawn introduces her. "Hi Aaliyah, I'm Ariella." I smile at her and she smirks and says okay, running to her room.

"So what were you thinking about?" Shawn questions.

"You and Aaliyah remind me of me and my brother, Jackson, when we were little." I smile sweetly.

"Oh, how old is he now?" Shawn asks, now intrigued.

"Um, well technically its how old WAS he... He died in a drunk driver accident when he was 16. I was about to turn 13. I was in the car too, he saw it coming but couldn't stop hit. He reached over and used himself as a human shield over me. I got out with only a broken leg. H-he was killed on impact." by now I am fully aware of the river of tears rushing down my cheeks.

"Oh, Ari." Shawn sighed sympathetically, swiping the tears away. "Baby."
He pulled me onto his lap and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" he asks. I nod and offer to go get Aaliyah. He nods and I walk upstairs. I stop at a decorated door with a fancy 'Ꭿ' in the center.

"Hey Aaliyah?" I call out sweetly, as I knock/open the door. "Do you wanna watch a movie with Shawn and I?"

She throws the door open and smiles before running down the stairs. I laugh and run after her.

"Will you make popcorn, Shawn." Aaliyah and I ask at the same time. He chuckles nodding.

As I watch Aaliyah pick out the movie I think of how just last week, I saw Shawn Mendes as 'The Bad Boy'. I even feared him slightly. Now I just see him as Shawn. Beautiful, sweet, tattooed Shawn. He cares so much about everything while simultaneously not caring at all about anything.

"I come bearing popcorn for these two lovely maidens." Shawn says in a weird accent. "One for us, and one for little Aaliyah."
He hands us the popcorn bowls filled to almost the brim with popcorn. Aaliyah starts the movie and we sit and watch like a little family.

I smile tiredly at Shawn, cuddling into him halfway through the movie. I watch Shawn place the empty bowl on the end table, I close my eyes and feel a pair of soft lips press to my forehead and whisper something so incredibly quiet that only I could possibly hear.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Ariella."