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<<Fall for you.>>

"Take that," he throws some clothes at me, and I catch them – even if I am getting tired more and more every second I'm standing here, waiting for Shawn to get some clothes out of his closet that might fit me. Finally, he found a pair of joggers and a T-shirt plus a sweatshirt. My eyes are drooping again and again. And it's still really cold. Shit, it's so cold. I don't know why I went outside.

"Me neither."

"Shit, did I say that loudly?"

"Yes, you did." Shawn laughs.

Double shit. I must be really tired.

"Yeah, you probably are. That's the cold, I guess. I am freezing too, ya know? You were really crazy to just walk outside without thinking about it twice. Just because you wanted to get away from a rude boy."

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "I didn't want to put you in danger."

"No, I am sorry. I've put you in danger. And I didn't mean to be rude." He pauses. "Again." And then: "I am honestly sorry."

"Oh wow, Shawn Mendes is sorry," I say. "That's a first. Could you please repeat that?"

"Could you please repeat that you're sorry, too?" Shawn says with a little laugh.

I roll my eyes. "Don't exaggerate, Mendes."

"I'm gonna wait outside," he points to the door, and I nod. In the doorway, he stands still for a second. "Mandy?"

"Hm?" My thinking and movements are really slow.

He looks at me a bit thoughtfully. "Are you gonna be okay? I mean..."

First, I think he means the whole situation, Amy, him, me, but then I realize that he means whether I will manage to change into his joggers and the other clothes. I nod hastily. "Yeah, yeah, thank you."

As fast as I can, I change my clothes, and then I crawl into the bed. It is extremely cozy. But it's still damn cold. When Shawn opens the door, I am almost asleep. But I still manage to say: "Shawn?"

"Yes?"

"It was nice of you to follow me. It was crazy cold. Thank you."

For a second, he doesn't say anything, then he just nods. I recognize that he's changed clothes, too. His hair is still soaked, and I would bet that he's freezing, too. "Shawn?"

"Mandy?"

"It's still fucking cold inside here, isn't it? I don't get the cold out of my bones."

For a moment, he seems to struggle, then he nods. "You're right. It's really fucking cold. I feel like I've been in the fridge for too long."

"Are you often in a fridge?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Would you mind help warm each other up?"

Shawn hesitates. "I don't know if that would be wise."

"Would it be wise if we both catch a cold and we both have no voice for the next few weeks?"

"You having no voice could be something," he jokes. Then, finally, he nods. "If you want to, we'll warm each other up. – I promise, I won't get closer than necessary."

"So you can be a gentleman if you want to," I mumble.

"I don't always show it, but usually I'm a nice guy." He clears his throat like he wants to add something.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Move over, I need some space if you don't want me to warm the floor."

If I wasn't that tired and if it wasn't that cold, I would've shown him the 'you're crazy?'-sign, but for now, I can only nod. "Okay. But only in an enemy-helps-enemy-way."

He sits down on the bed and takes a bit of the blanket. Suddenly, there is warmth next to me, and Shawn is very very close

I swallow. Okay.
Only two enemies in need, I remind myself.
He doesn't like you, the bad voice in my head reminds me.
Thank you, I answer ironically. Thank you that you – and everybody – remind me constantly of that fact.
The bed makes some squeaky sounds when Shawn reaches over with his hand to feel if my arms are getting warm.

I hush extremely, but then I calm down. He is warm, and his fingers are tracing featherlight over my bare skin, leaving a warmth – outside and inside.
And it's really comforting.

Shit, what an evening!

And while the snowstorm is whirling around the house, I fall asleep – with Shawn Mendes next to me.

I don't know if I'm dreaming, or if I am still awake when I hear Shawn say: "We aren't enemies, Mandy."