Paper Airplane [s.m]

Thirty-Nine

"Are you afraid of heights or something?" Shawn laughs at my uneasy expression.

"No I just-" I can't find a way to answer that, considering that I am afraid of heights. "Yes." I answer reluctantly.

"It's fine." He says and snakes his arm around my waist.

"Oh yeah of course, it's only the Eiffel Tower." I say sarcastically and glare at him.

He only laughs and sets his chin on top of my head. We look out at the view. It's slightly chilly but that's only because of the wind. The weather in Paris is beautiful. It's warm and sunny. I'm wearing shorts and a dark green flannel. The flannel was a little too much though. I'd be more comfortable in a T-shirt.

The view is beautiful. Paris is so pretty, especially from this high up. I don't think I've ever known I was afraid of heights until now. I was fine on the plane and I love roller coasters. Standing on the edge of an extremely tall tower would scare a lot of people, right?

"Look!" Shawn says and points at the sky. A single red balloon is floating away. We look down, trying to find where it came from. We can't find the source. There are too many people and we are too far up to make out faces.

"I love you." He says and kisses my cheek.

"I love you to." I blush.

"No that's definitely Shawn." I hear from next to us. The girl has a thick French accent.

"What are the odds?" Her friend laughs and pokes my shoulder. Her friend has a British accent. She must be on vacation or something.

"Shawn?" The British girl asks.

"Yes?" He says and turns towards them. His arms loosen around me as he turns.

"Can we get a picture?" The French girl asks.

"Of course." He smiles and releases me completely.

"I can take the picture." I tell them and hold my hand out for their phones. I take both pictures with Paris behind them. What are the odds of meeting Shawn on the Eiffel Tower and getting the most bomb ass pictures ever.

"We'll be at your concert tomorrow night." The British one asks.

"That's awesome! I'll see you there!" Shawn says with a smile. I don't think most celebrities would stop their personal day to take pictures and talk to fans.

The girls talk with huge smiles on their faces as they weave through the crowd to leave. We stand up there for a little bit longer before leaving the tower.

We walk through the streets of Paris holding  hands. Many people recognize him but none approach him.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." I tell Shawn and walk into a shop. I walk to the back of the store and walk into the bathroom. After I'm done using the toilet I look in the mirror.

I wash my hands as I inspect my face. I need to get more sleep, the underneath of my eyes has dark circles. I lean forward just as the room bursts open.

A girl runs in speaking in French very fast.

"It's fine. He won't mind, I'll talk for you." Another girl says to her, coming into the bathroom. She's American. Why are there so many French girls with foreign friends visiting today?

"But he won't be able to understand me." She says in a thick French accent.

"Didn't you just hear me? I'll speak for you." Her friend says, placing a hand on her shoulder. I didn't know there would be don many Shawn fans today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

"Um Shawn won't mind." I speak up.

"Qui est-Elle?"

"I'm Shawn's girlfriend." I blush. Taking French class in Freshman and Sophomore year pays off when your in France. Both the girls have wide eyes as they stare back at me.

"Come on, I'll introduce you two to him." I smile, "what are your names?"

"I'm Dani and this is Amalie" The American tells me, pointing to her friend.

"You look a little different from the pictures." Dani tells me as we exit the bathroom.

"My hair grew out quite a bit, I just got it cut." I tell them. It took me a long time to finally get my hair cut but I just did it last week.

"Hey Shawn." I say as we approach him.

"Hey." He greets me and gives me a quick kiss before turning to the girls standing behind me. I don't think any couples kiss as much as me and Shawn do. I just went to the bathroom and we act like I've been gone for days. Maybe it's because we just started dating. But we started dating a few months ago so I don't know.

"These are fans that I met in the bathroom and they'd love a picture." I tell Shawn. He smiles and takes the picture with them.

Many pictures with fans later, we are laying on our hotel bed.

"There were so many of them." I say, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't think I've taken so many pictures in one day." He laughs and rolls off the bed so that he's sitting on the floor.

I pull out my phone and text my friends a picture of me and Shawn on the Eiffel Tower.

Thalia: oh my god! You look so good and the view is so pretty!

Jade: aren't you afraid of heights?

Aaron: how many fans were there? I've seen like a million fan photos.

Reggie: did you fall off the towers right after this photo?

I roll my eyes at their responses and text the picture to my mom.

Mom: that looks amazing. I'm excited to see you in a month!

Roni: me too mom, does dad know I'm visiting?

Mom: no but I want to surprise him like he surprised you.

Roni: oh good idea.

She doesn't text back so I get out of bed.

"I'm getting a shower." I tell him and grab a towel from the rack in the bathroom. I close bathroom door and run the water. This bathroom is so beautiful. It has a huge glass shower and a deep jacuzzi tub. The sink has two sides and a marble counter top.

When I got hotel rooms, they'd always be so awful. Thin floral bed sheets and small tubs with clogged drains.

After my shower, I tie my hair into a wet bun and join Shawn back in the hotel room. He's sleeping already. I guess we had a pretty eventful day. All the walking and pictures.

I climb into bed and cover myself with the big blankets. Shawn's arm slinks around my waist in his sleep. I smile and fall asleep in his arms.