How We Met • Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction

How We Met - Part 5

Jessica's POV:
On the way to his house, he talks to me to try and make me forget about the pain.
"So....do you really have posters of me?" His asks, laughing.
"Well, no...I mean...maybe....okay yes." I say, blushing. "I've been listening to you since Life Of The Party."
"Wow." He laughs and blushes, too. Then he turns on the radio and There's Nothing Holding Me Back comes on. "You're probably sick of me. Here, I'll change it."
"No!! Leave it!" I smile and sing, and I know every word. He looks at me and joins along. The song ends and we arrive at his house. I start to get up but he says, "No. Stay in the seat, I'll come around and get you." He's such a gentleman. He picks me up and carries me to the door. He puts me down and opens it with his keys. Aaliyah is sitting on the couch, texting. She looks up.
"Hey Shawn, who's this girl you got here?" She asks with a smirk.
"This is Jessica, we, uh...met today." Shawn says while blushing.
"Ooooohhhh." Aaliyah says with again, a smirk.
"Are Mom and Dad home?" Shawn asks, putting a hand on my back ever so carefully.
"No, and I'm about to go to a pool party, so the house is yours." She waves to us. "Nice meeting you, Jessica. See you guys tonight." She grabs her bag and leaves.
"Okay, follow me." He takes me to a room with a big bed, guitars, and fan art all over the wall. "This is my room."
"I can tell!" I giggle.
"Yeah." He laughs. "I'm gonna get the first aid kit."
"Okay." I look around the room, trying to find the letter I sent him. I finally find it. It contained all the reasons why he is my greatest role model, written in sparkly pink ink. He comes back in with the first aid kit.
"This wall contains all of my favorites." He says as he walks up behind me.
"This one's mine." I point to it.
"I remember smiling when I read it." That made me smile. I suddenly feel my back start to bleed again. It has to ruin the moment, doesn't it?!
"Oh, your back. Come here, lay on your stomach." He motions me toward the bed and I do as he says. He tries to pull up just the back of my shirt, but the rest of my shirt comes up with it. "Sorry, I um..."
"It's okay." I laugh.
"Do u mind taking it off so I can clean it better?" He asks, bending down so he can look into my eyes.
"Um..." I don't want him to see the rest of my scars.
"Jess, I'm not going to hurt you." He strokes my head again.
I sigh. "Okay."
I take off my shirt with my back facing Shawn and lay back down on the bed. He gasps when he sees the rest of my scars. Tons of scars mark me, making my back look sunburned.
"Oh my..." Shawn covers his mouth. I start to cry, remembering how it all happened.
"Shh...please don't cry, I don't want to see you cry." He gently moves my long, straight, brown hair off my back. He takes hydrogen peroxide and a cotton round and gently dabs all over my back. I wince and tense up. It hurts so bad. "I'm sorry if this hurts." I don't say anything. I just swallow. My breathing gets heavier. Once he's done, he puts a few large band aids on my back. "Okay you're done. Here, I'll get you one of my shirts, you can keep it. It might be a bit big though." I smile but stay laying down on my stomach, frozen. He hands me a shirt from one of his tours and I sit up and put it on. We both laugh because it's so baggy on me.
"Thank you for everything." I hug him, and when I pull away, I kiss him on the cheek. He gives me a surprised look, but then smiles and blushes. "Well, I guess I better get going." I start to gather my stuff.
"Wait, don't you want to stay for dinner?" Shawn Mendes just asked me to dinner. I might pass out!!!