The Distance Between Us - A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Size Matters

"No fair!" I yell, pushing my piece forward. "How come I have to go to jail again and you've haven't even been once!"

"I guess I just lucky." The largest smile is plastered across his face while laughing, falling back into the couch next to me.

I push on his shoulder and he pushes back, pressing up against my arm.

"So playing monopoly wasn't a bad idea right?" He shrugs his shoulder against mine. I look over at the clock and realize that hours have passed by since our morning breakfast. I never felt time fly by so quickly before. I wish it would just slow down a bit, but at the same time, I cannot wait to get home.

"I got to admit, it is a pretty good idea."

He proceeds with his turn and buys more houses. When it comes to my turn, I end up bankrupt. I throw my piece at him, which he catches easily. Laughing, we put the board game away, and he stores it back in the cupboard of where it came from. I relax further into the couch, bringing my legs up to my chest.

He sits next to me, quite closely, and a warm feeling burns in the pit of my stomach. I have no idea what this feeling is, but it's something I have never felt before. I cannot place it.

He opens the tv and flips through the channels.

"Whats it like?" I ask him, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"There is nothing to describe it. But I would have to say, every night is amazing."

"So it doesn't bother you that millions of people are always looking at you?"

He rubs the back of his neck and mutes the television. "Well yes, but no at the same time. It's a lot to take in, for sure, knowing that people are always asking questions, and wanting things from you. But also, I enjoy singing and playing for a crowd of people."

"I guess I'm the complete opposite, in a way," I respond, leaning my chin on my knees.

"How so?"

"I don't like it when people look at me. I feel intimidated and I just want to fade away as if I don't exist."

"But you should want to exist." I turn to his gaze, as he continues. "You're beautiful. Anyone can see that within the first moments of seeing you."

And then, my face burns that deep burn that you know exactly what color your face is at the exact moment and you hate the fact that is it the color of scarlet, but there is no way to hide it other than dropping your hair in the way. Which is exactly what I did and I attempted to respond. But nothing would come out, so I did what I could. I leaned my head against his shoulder, with my hair concealing my face from his view.

"That was my first thought when I saw you in the restaurant. I thought you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

I try to hold back my smile, but it continues to grow across my face until it is fully formed. No one has ever called me beautiful before. The sounds of his words make the burning in the pit of my stomach intensify with each word.

"Thank you." I finally force myself to say.

I lean up from his shoulder and stand to adjust the big jogging pants.

"Oh, by the way, my agent stopped by later last night and brought you some clothes. He thought you would appreciate something in your size, cause my clothes are pretty big."

Oh, my. I'm wearing his sweatpants...

"Oh, I'm sorry." I blurt. "I didn't have anything to sleep in, plus my pants were covered in dirt. Where did they go by the way?"

"I washed them for you. They are drying downstairs. Do you want to see the clothes my agent bought you?"

"Sure."

We make our way upstairs and instead of going into the room I slept in last night, we go into another room, where a desk is covered in shopping bags filled to the rim.

"That is a lot of clothes for one week. He seriously didn't have to do that."

I peek into the bags and pull out a shirt.

"He didn't know what you would wear, so he bought a lot of different things for you to have. He said it would be a compensation for staying here. But knowing him, this won't be the only thing. So I guess, just try on some of the clothing and pick out what you want."

I pull out a long cobalt blue dress, with an off the shoulder collar. It is so pretty that I want to try to it.

"I'll be downstairs." He says, turning away and shutting the door behind him. I must have been going through the bags for at least an hour, making three piles. One for no-gos, another for possibles but I have to try it on, and another for things that will definitely work.

In the pile of things that work, is a compromise of different colored hoodies, tank tops, pair of jeans, socks, underwear (yes he even got me underwear and bras. And I have no idea how he even got the right size. I don't know if I should take it as creepy or nice), and some plain t-shirts.

In the maybe pile, is the cobalt blue dress, and a shorter black dress.

In the no-go pile is pretty anything that was fluorescent in color or childish.

I bring the good pile into my room and throw it onto the bed. I go back to the office and stuff the no-gos back into their bags. I look at the two dresses and decide if I should try them on or not. I snatch them before I convince myself not to and go into the bathroom in my room to put it on. I slid on the black dress first and completely hate it. I rip it off and throw it out of the bathroom. I then carefully pull on the blue dress and zipper up the back. It fits perfectly, but I cannot tell what I look like cause the mirror is so tiny. I remember seeing one in the bedroom, so I open the door and find the mirror in the corner. I turn it towards me and I look at my reflection. The dress makes me look like I have an hourglass figure, and making my skin look glowy. I let down my hair and it falls onto my back in waves.

"Woah." I spin to Shawn standing in the doorway.

"Hey! Could you knock!" I shriek. He knocks on the door frame and steps into the room.

"I was going to come ask you if you were hungry for dinner but seeing you wearing that dress. I want to ask you out. I mean, like would you like to go on a date. I know we cannot leave, but we can make an evening of it. You are already dressed. I'll go get dressed and we'll make dinner together. We can have an official date together. What do you think?"