Like You Love Me

Suffer

"Haha, I can tell." Shawn laughs at me as I release him from my bear hug, which I quite enjoyed.

"Ready for legs?" He questions and I groan.

"Oh man."

#-#

"See? That wasn't too bad was it?" He asks me once we are done.

"Nope, easy peasy. Except I feel like I have been shot dozens of times, I'm so out of shape." I feel my muscles tense as he puts his hand on the small of my back, but as soon as I register that it's him I relax.

"It gets better, don't worry, we'll get you back in shape by the time I leave." He states and I laugh.

"I'm not sure if that's possible, but you can certainly try." I tell him as I stare at the stairs like they are pointing a gun at my head.

"Nope, looks like I'm sleeping right here tonight." I point to the ground beneath my feet.

"Don't be a wimp Lydie, you got this." He tells me from half way up the stairs.

"You make me su-u-u-u-uffer-er!You make me su-u-u-u-uffer." I sing out to him as I take the dreaded first step and then second.

"Really?"

"Yes. You're a cold hearted lover-er-er." I continue until I reach him.

"Just stop." He groans and I smile at him.

"No cause, I-I-I-I hate it when, you get your way." I sing and he throws his head back in frustration.

"Fine." He gives in and lifts me up bridal style, carrying me up the rest of the stairs.

"That's all I wanted." I tell him with a wink when he sets me down at the top of the stairs and we walk over to the other flight leading to the 3rd floor.

"K, piggyback time." I state to his annoyance before hopping onto his back.

"Spoiled brat." He jokes before climbing up the stairs with me on his back and then going to his room.

"Oh don't you dare!" I exclaim when he goes to lay down on his bed back down.

Of course he does it anyways.

"Shhaawwn!You're crushing me." I exclaim as he crushes me against the bed by laying on top of me.

"Serves you right." He states and I mutter 'jerk' under my breath.

I start playing with his hair gently as I wait for him to stand up.

"We need to take showers, we stink, at least I do. How the crap do you manage to still smell good after that?" I question seriously curious as to how he does it.

"No idea." He answers and I laugh lightly.

"Okay, so me in here, you in the hall." I call his bathroom, because the water gets warmer.

"What, not cool. I gave you a piggy back ride remember?" He states trying to make me change my mind.

"Yeah, then you crushed me, you still are by the way." I state and he stands up quickly.

"Fine." He states before leaving his room without any clothes.

I grab a pair of my shorts and a sweater from Shawn's dresser, along with some undergarments, and walk into the bathroom.

I look in the mirror to find my hair mess, gosh I look horrible.

I strip down and turn on the shower before going to turn on my music, only I can't because stupid me left my phone on Shawn's bed.

Whatever I don't need music to sing.

I get in the shower singing "Safe and Sound" and exit singing "Radioactive",
I know total opposites.

I get dressed as quickly as possible and wrap my hair up into a towel before moon walking backwards out of the bathroom and laying back on his bed.

Not finding Shawn in the room I grab my phone and turn some music on at low volume.

I take my hair down from the towel and put it in a braid before grabbing a bottle of Axe and using it as a microphone for my little dance number.

I dance facing the window opposite of the door and set my phone on the desk he has in front of it.

I was quite enjoying myself when I hear maniacal laughter from behind me.

I freeze and turn off my music before turning around to find Shawn in a towel holding up his phone like he just took a video.

"Oh, my go- delete it, delete it now." I exclaim rushing towards him.

He holds up the phone so that its out of my reach and I hop up and down pathetically to try and grab it.

I hate being short.

"You better not post that on anything!" I tell him seriously as he moves further into his room closing the door behind him.

"Shawn..." I warn as he lowers his phone as if he is about to push a share or send button.

"I'm not kidding. If you post that on anything!" I threaten.

"You'll what?" He retorts.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something." I assure him as I get up on his bed and jump onto his back and try to grab the phone from there.

Attempt failed, his arms are too long for me to reach it.

"Shawn I'm begging you!" I exclaim as he goes to post the video on Snapchat. Captioned as 'Caught her dancing in my clothes after we took a shower'

This could end in disaster.

"Relax, I won't post it." He tells me and I sigh in relief before jumping off of his back.

"But, I get to search through your entire phone." He adds and I drop my head in defeat.

I should have known there would be a catch.

"Fine, its on the desk...just don't judge alright, those abs are just so crush worthy." I point to his freshly showered torso.

"Seriously, you may want to get dressed before I attack you." I state.

"Them you mean?" He questions with an eyebrow raised.

"Yep." I reply quickly before exiting his room and going downstairs.

"Nice to see you Lydia." Shawn's mom envelopes me in a hug when she sees me.

"Good to see you too." I smile as she gestures for me to sit down at the table by an empty seat I assume Shawn will be sitting in.

"Shawn will be down in a sec, he's just getting dressed." I explain Shawn's absence and they all nod.

"We made your favorite." Mrs. Mendes informs me happily.

They must have really missed me coming over so often or something.

"Tacos?" I ask hopefully.

"Tacos." Aliyah answers dramatically.

"Lydia, why don't you come help me in the kitchen?" Mrs. Mendes asks and I smile.

"Of course." I stand up from my seat and follow her to the kitchen.

"So how have you been?" She starts up a conversation.

"Pretty great now that Shawn's back. And you?" I reply.

"Good...So has Shawn told you yet?" She asks and I can tell she is near bursting from excitement.

"Has Shawn told me what?" I ask confused.

"About us being able to go with him on tour for a while!" She bursts from excitement.

"What?"