A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

44 | Catch Me If You Can

Shawn's POV;

It's been almost two weeks since the accident, so I can walk without crutches now. Allie and Aaliyah went back to the hospital yesterday and they're okay now, too. Allie got her stitches out and Aaliyah no longer has to wear the brace for her wrist as long as she's gentle. We were so fortunate not being more severely injured. The thought that Aaliyah could have been killed if she hadn't had so many blankets and pillows still stops me in my tracks sometimes. I'm just glad we're all okay.

We're in Washington now, where I'll be performing tomorrow. We have a free day today, so I'm going to get Allie and Aaliyah back for the smack cam . . . with water balloons!

There's a sink in my hotel room, so I make sure to keep the door locked while I fill them up and tie them. Thankfully, no one came looking for me or questioned what I was doing behind a locked door.

Once I'm finished, I carefully set some of them on a cloth and create a sort of hammock over the door. I tie it so that when the door opens they'll fall and break all over my victims. Mwahahaha! I also hide some in a bucket behind my bed. Once I'm completely ready, I yell for the girls.

"Allie, Aaliyah, c'mere!" I shout. They quickly run into the room and open the door, thankfully stopping right in the doorway. The water balloons start to fall, most of them just splashing around the girls' feet, but scaring them all the same. I make sure to get it on video as she jump around shrieking, making me laugh hysterically.

"Shawn!" Allie screams, running over and punching me. I laugh even harder and grab a water balloon I have behind my back and break it over her head. She gasps and squeals, tensing under the cold water.

"I'm gonna kill you!" She screams, grabbing a water balloon and chasing me down the hallway. A few people stick their head out of their doors and give us strange looks, but I ignore them. I continue trying to escape Allie while also trying to find a way to pop another balloon over her head. I halt to a stop at the end of the hallway when I see Aaliyah with a water gun. Uh oh...

I turn around and see Allie smirking, who also has a water gun. What the heck! Where'd they get water guns?!

I quickly duck and somehow dart around Allie, but both girls are running quickly after me. I decide to run outside and down the street, hoping to loose them in the crowds of people. That doesn't work, they somehow keep up with me and when I turn around, I get squirted in the face.

Allie smirks and I start chasing her, managing to get a water balloon to break on the back of her head. She shrieks and turns around to squirt me but I manage to duck out of the way. Before she can start running again I grab her wrist and pull her to my chest. She stares up at me with big eyes and I smirk, causing her to giggle.

"Weirdo," she smirks, shoving away from me. I chuckle and we decide to call a truce before heading back to the hotel to freshen up. I sigh happily, because I'm so lucky to be living this life I have.

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Performing always puts me in an indescribable mood. I just can't explain the amazing feeling I get when I leave the stage after finishing my last song, the adrenaline coursing through me, the way my heart pounds at the sound of everyone screaming my name. It's so surreal.

I hand off my guitar to a stagehand and Allie comes up to hug me. "You did great," she says with a smile. I peck her forehead and wrap my arm around her shoulders as we walk back to my dressing room.

"You also stink," Aaliyah giggles behind me, "I can smell it from back here!" I roll my eyes as Allie flops down on the couch in the dressing room. I take a quick shower before coming back out and shaking my wet hair all over Allie. She squeals and hides under a blanket, flipping me off.

"I hate you! We got wet enough for one day!" She exclaims. She pokes her head out from underneath the blanket and tosses a pillow at me head. I stick out my lower lip to make a puppy dog pout and lay myself on top of her. She groans, struggling to push me off of her.

"Get off, you're suffocating me," she whines. I roll onto the floor and fake cry, "Is that a fat joke?" She smirks, cuddling up into the blanket. "Maybe." I huff and grab a nearby pillow, lightly smacking her over the head with it.

"You're such a dork," she says with a laugh. I shrug. "But I'm your dork."

A/N - such cliche, much wow oh my😅 this was kind of just a filler chapter, but hey it was fun to write:) quick update for y'all bc this was prewritten but here, enjoy! xoxo - Em😊💜