Life with Shawn Mendes {COMPLETED}

Chapter 24

Shawn's P.O.V.

Now I know what you might be thinking. Oh he's just going to do this because he wants Hazel to forget the nightmare. 

Okay, that's partially true. 

But the main reason is because tomorrow morning, I have to go back on tour, and don't have the strength to tell Hazel yet. I have to at some point today though. 

I shake the thought out of my head, and focus on having a great day with my special person.

Hazel's P.O.V.

As soon as Shawn left, I locked the door and windows. Better to be safe than sorry, after my nightmare. 

I head into the bathroom to do my usual morning routine. 

I get out with my hair in a towel and fully clothed. I decide to clean for a bit until Shawn comes back. I get out the vacuum and plug it into an outlet. I first do the living room, then my room, and then Shawn's guest room. 

I enter his room and I look around. I see his backpack on the side of his bed, and his guitar next to it. I notice that the backpack is open, and I see a notebook sticking out. It looks really familiar.

Hazel, it's none of your business. Just finish what you came for in the first place.

I take deep breaths and repeat to myself what my mind told me. I finally finish cleaning there, and go out of the room.

Okay, I lied.

I turn off the machine, and head to the backpack. I gently take it out, and I turn the pages. I remember now! This is my old notebook where I used to write "lyrics", if you could call them that. Oh, am I relieved.

Wait, back up a bit.

My old lyric notebook? How did this get here? I left it at home in my closet. Well, someone has some explaining to do.

No, I'm not mad. It's just that I haven't seen it in years, and I'm wondering what Shawn is doing with it now. 

I chuckle lightly, and place it back into his backpack, trying to make it look like I hadn't touched it at all. I take my vacuum and go back into the living room to take the plug out.

*1 hour and a few minutes later*

I'm on the couch watching some random reality show, when I hear bumps on the door. I ignore it, thinking that it was nothing. I hear it again. This time harder.

Shoot, its a psychopath. How do I know? I gave Shawn an extra spare key to the place. So if it really was him, he would be in my presence right now.

I tiptoe to my kitchen and grab a spatula. 

I go to the door, and give myself a mini pep talk, telling myself to not be scared.

I take a breath, unlock the door, and open it.

I raise the spatula, and before I can do anything, I see who it is.

Its Shawn, squinting his eyes, waiting for the pain come from the object in my hand. I look down, only to see that his hands are holding what looks like 5 bags in each one. Full bags to be exact. 

Now I know why he didn't use the key.

I look back up at him and see he's still in the same position. "Shawn, I'm not going to hurt you." I say with a sigh.

He opens one of his eyes to look at me. "Sure looked like it," he smirked. 

"Oh shut up, and get in." I say, going back inside and put the spatula back in it's place. I could hear Shawn's laugh echo throughout the hall. 

"What did you buy?" I ask.

"Just the basics." He says, leaning over the kitchen island across from me.

"What specifically, I mean." 

"Fine. I got us some waffles-"

My eyes widen with delight. "Really? I love you!" 

"Loving me because I got you waffles. Tsk. Here I thought you loved me because of who I am. Now I see the truth." He says, holding his chest.

"Shawn-" I whine, trying to hold back a laugh.

"No no, say no more, my lady. I'll go get you more of the love of your life, Mr. Waffle." He interrupts, heading towards the door.

"Shawn, I really do love you for you." I say, pulling him back by the shoulders and turning him around. I give him a quick kiss on the lips, and let go of him.

"I don't doubt that for a second. I mean, come on. Its me!" I hear him say.

I laugh loudly. "Oh, Mendes. What a funny mood you are in today!" 

"Whatever. I didn't finish telling you what I got." 

He grabs most of the bags, and brings them over next to me on the couch. 

"Okay, I got this," and he pulls out a few beige sheets. I hold them, and they are super soft. Why do I need this?

"Got this," and he grabs another bag, pulling out pillows. Matching the sheets, too. 

"Also this," and out of another bag, he gets out two boxes of string lights. If he's doing what I think he's doing, this is going to be a great day. 

"And-" he starts saying, but I say something instead.

"Shawn, give me the next bag." 

He shrugs and passes it to me. He smirks while he does so.

I open it and there lies the most movies I've ever seen in my entire life. From the Collector's Edition of Home Alone 1, 2, 3, to Grown-Ups, to The Notebook. Now I know what he's up to.

"Are we-"

"Building a fort? Yes, we are, my dear!" He says while getting up and retrieving chairs, clothespins, and...you get the idea.

"Okay then. I'll just sit here and wait." I say, taking out my phone.

"Oh no you're not." I hear Shawn say, and he takes my phone away from my grasp.

"Okay fine. What do you need help on?" 

"Can you start making the waffles as our breakfast?" 

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