Maybe (a Shawn mendes fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Hey guys! I know you prob hate me for updating small chapters and sometimes not updating.. So I'm sorry for that.. But anywayyyyy here's chapter 10! I LOVE YOU GUYS!

LAYLAS POV-
We pulled away from our kiss. The butterflys where still here though. I felt something magical when me and Shawn kissed, something I've never felt before.

"Layla, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. My stomach filled with butterfly's again.

"Yes" I said, confidently.
He leaned in again and we shared another wonderful kiss. Shawn was awsome.

"Come on, let's get home." He said, he reached out his hand and I grabbed it and we walked hand in hand to his car. He turned on the radio and soon enough his song 'Stitches' came on. We both started singing along. "Hey, you now, you are a pretty good singer. You should come to my next concert and do a song with me." "Really? I didn't think I was that good." I said.
"Sure!" He said, excited.

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I pulled up my sheets on my bed and layed my head down on the pillow. I heard a faint quiet knock on the door. "Come in" I said.

The door opened and it was Shawn. "Hey, I can't sleep." He said. He wore grey sweatpants and no shirt. Gosh, his toned back and Abb's made it hard not to stare. It was like he was doing this to me on purpose. "Okay. Come here" I said, patting the spot next to me. He walked over and layed down next to me. "You can sleep in here" I said, quietly. No one was home but it didn't seem the time to be fairly loud. I ran my fingers through his hair. "I don't really want them to know that we have a thing lay" he said. "Why?" I asked, my, my voice was shaky. "Your just an ordinary girl." He said. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I stopped stroking his hair. "Whatever don't bother with anything then." I turned around. "What do you mean?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. "Shawn your ashamed of me" I said. "What?" He asked. I felt like he just wanted me to cry. "Your clearly ashamed of me. I'm sure you'd probraly want to date someone famous instead of me." I said. I would say I was doing a pretty good job with not crying so far.

"Yea I would!" Shawn said, getting angry for no reason. "Get out" I said, pointing towards the door.
He walked through the door and slammed it shut.

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An hour later there was another knock on the door. Are they home already? I thought they were going to the club. I opened up the door and it was Shawn. "I still can't sleep-" "Shawn please" I said. "I can't sleep without you" he finished. He leaned in and kissed the living day lights out of me. We both pulled away gasping for air. "I forgive you" "who said I was done yet?" Shawn said.

He smashed his cold lips onto mine again. This time it was passionate. He pushed me down onto the bed still not breaking the kiss. He began to tug on the bottom of my shirt. He broke the kiss asking for permission to take off my shirt. I nodded and he slowly took it off of me. Throwing it across the room. I ran my fingers on the bottom of his sweat pants and he took them off.

We heard a knock on the door and we both scrambled to get out clothes back on.

I couldn't find my shirt. "Shawn!" I slurred. "What?" He asked. "I cant find my shirt" I said again. "Go in the bathroom and get another shirt on. I'll stall them" he said. "Okay" I said. I rushed into the bathroom and found another shirt.

"Where's Layla?" I heard someone ask. "In the bathroom." "I thought she went to that party with Chris?"

"Something happened" Shawn said.