elusive love || s. mendes

two

i blushed, even harder than i already was, smacking shawn's arm. shawn's smirk grows even deeper in his beautiful features making me pool down there. damn.

"shawn! shawn! over here!"

i see a bunch of photographers begin to run through the halls of the museum, and towards us two. i grow confused in what was happening, its never happened before. i see shawn instantly go into a state of panic, he grabs my hand, and begins running. i run with him trying to keep up with his pace. photographers were still running after us as we both found an exit, and shawn burst through the doors.

and into the middle of the parking lot, he looks to his right, grasping my hand tighter. i couldn't stop him just yet because i knew we'd get trampled from the photographers. he began running again to a distant alley, he pushed me to the wall. as he held me against the wall, he looked back to where we ran and calmed down. my breathing was fast and so was his, before i could question and scold him.

"paulina i have something to tell you, i can't explain it to you now because they could find us both any minute. there is so much to tell you and i'm sorry i couldn't tell you earlier."

i nodded, still confused. he took my hand again, dragging me to his car. it was a white bentley, he climbed into the drivers seat, as i took the passengers. he drove out of the parking lot, and onto the road. we both sat in silence. a few minutes passed and we ended up at this large mansion. i had no idea whose it was, but i felt that we were roaming over private property.

that's when i spoke up.

"shawn, whose house is this?"

"it's mine."

i raise my eyebrows. this is shawn's house? that's impossible. i've seen his house and it looks nothing like this. it was gated around the mansion, he put a pin in the gates lock.

it opened the gates, shawn drove in calmly. i gaze at the house in awe, it was so beautiful. he parked his car in his large garage, he enters his house, not bothering to open my door like the usual. i roll my eyes, rude much? i walk inside to see a large kitchen with many people cooking and cleaning.

i made my way through everyone, everyone's eyes were on me. i felt shy, maybe even scared by everyones attention. shawn saw and took my hand, softly caressing it with his thumb. i softened up, his grip grew lighter and we reached his living room. it was extremely spacious and the ceiling looked so far up.

i sat down in one of his large couches as did he, white suede huh? he had good taste, i'll say that.

"paulina, this isn't going to be easy to say but.."

i wait for his answer.

"i'm a prince. i never got to tell you this because it has always been a secret. when we were younger, my mother and your mother formed an arranged marriage between us since they were afraid of us marrying others. they wanted to keep our ancestry sacred and with the scrolls. your mother wanted to keep you away from the drama until you finally turned 18, which you did a few months ago.

i wanted to spend as much time as i could from avoiding the marriage. but since the paparazzi kept finding me, i had to tell you it now."

my mouth dropped, i began laughing.

"you? a prince? shawn, lets get real."

he had a straight face. i stop laughing.

"if you are a prince, who are you the prince of?"

"canada. but my family branches off of the british royal family, which is why i'm part of the royal blood."

i was surprised. shawn a prince? he could barely hold a fork in his hand without doing something reckless. like throwing it at a new cake and ruining a sweet sixteen. i looked down to my fingers, fumbling them.

i mean i wouldn't mind marrying shawn, he is everything i could ever want. he was kind, a bit funny, good looking, talented, smart, etc. i glance at shawn, he looked somewhat annoyed with me.

"you okay?"

he nods his head, rolling his eyes. what's stuck up his ass?

"i had to make a fake friendship between us for the marriage. i never wanted to marry you paulina, i mean look at you,"

he looks at me, his face cringing. i look down at my clothes, wondering what was wrong. i felt betrayed, hurt.

"what about me?"

i tried hard to hold back my tears. fuck was i angry, angrier than i could have ever been in my entire life. my mother struggled with achieving money, but i knew she had old high school friends that always kept in touch with us. helping us with our money problems whenever we truly needed them. i guess that family was royalty. and shawn was apart of that family.

"your body isn't skinny enough, your face isn't that pretty, your hair isn't even that sleek."

i feel my heart tear as he points out my flaws. this isn't shawn.

"shawn, this isn't you. you are my best friend."

i croak out, he looks at me laughing.

"oh paulina, we were never best friends. let alone friends in general. all of it was an act because i had to put up with your ugly self."

he sighed in annoyance, fixing his watch. my tears are hard to hold back, i grasp my shirt hard. don't you dare cry p.

"am i that much of a burden to you?"

i murmur, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks. he sighs, heartlessly.

"of course you are, i don't fall for scum. and i, sure as hell, won't fall for you."