Running Low - Shawn Mendes

Chapter 22: Champagne?

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So sorry this one took a while but no worries! Chapter 23 is in the works! 

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 I'm in love with Shawn Mendes.

Holy Shit. I can't believe this. There's no way, is there? I mean, it's Shawn, right? Come, on. I can't seriously be in love with him. That's not how things work.

I felt as if I was about to pass out at how intensely we we're staring into each others eyes. I could feel my palms start to sweat with every second that passed. He had this - look in his eyes, I couldn't really explain it. But holy shit did it make me nervous.

"Champagne?" Mom said, walking into the dining room, carrying two flutes of champagne. We both broke our gaze at one another and turned, my face slightly red.

"Mom, I'm 18." I said, trying my best to stop my hands from shaking. She just shrugged her shoulders before placing the two glasses down at the table.

Right after she left the air suddenly became awkward, so me, being the dumbass I am, tried to fill the awkward space.

"I'm help- gonna help mom." I tripped and stumbled over my words before awkwardly walking out of the kitchen. Shawn chuckled a little and it fueled the blush that was already on my face. Shit.

We were all currently seated around the table, watching and listening as Shawn went on about every city he went to, all the fans, and what not. He was seated across from me and I couldn't help but watch his every move. Shit. I need help.

"So, when does your tour start up again, Shawn?" My mom chimed into the conversation.

"January 8th. So right after new years." He said, digging his fork into his lasagna. I swear we've only had Italian food ever since Mom and Dad got back from Italy.

"That's not bad!" His mom said hopeful.

"Its about 10 days." He said, looking briefly at me with a small smile. I rolled my eyes.

Ten days. I've got ten days to tell Shawn how I truly feel. Ten days. Ten fucking days.

- - -

So, it's been four days since Shawn has gotten back and I have yet to tell him, how I truly feel. I've been meaning to do so but- every time I have the chance, I either get nervous, or Colton walks in on us.

You think he'd be smarter.

"Hey baby sis, what's shaken?" Colton said, flopping beside me on the couch, causing me to almost spill the warm tea I was drinking.

"Uh," I began, looking at him from the side, " Nothing?"

"Mmm, sure." He said, looking up at me with a stupid grin.

"Okay, what is it then." I said, now turning my body fully towards him. He sat back with an amused grin on his face.

"So, " He started, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to his chest, "Have you and Shawn, ya know..."

Have we what?!

"Ew! Colton no!" I said exasperated, shoving him off of the couch. My face flushed with redness as the thought entered my mind. Shit. Don't think of that. But, imagine...

"Well good then. Cause if he ever touches you besides kissing, I'll break his neck." He stated simply. I scoffed.

"Like that's ever gonna happen." I mumbled, playing with the small piece of paper attached to the end of my tea bag.

"What do you mean? Have you confessed your feelings yet?" He looked so hopeful. So optimistic. I hate to break his heart, but-

"No. I haven't, and I don't think I'm going to." He looked taken aback. I guess it made him upset cause he threw the pillow he was holding and threw it at me, spilling my hot tea all over my white sweater.

"Colton! You ass!" I hissed as his eyes grew wide.

"Sorry!" He hid behind the pillow that he threw as I stood up, storming my way upstairs to change my now soaked sweatshirt. Dumbass.

~Shawn's POV~

As I was driving over to the Causley's my mind wandered to Ads. God, my pulse just quickened whenever I think about her it's driving me crazy. She's so perfect and beautiful and- way to good for me. This will never work. She doesn't even like me and here I am, imagining what our lives would be like if we actually ended up together.

But, that'll never happen.

"What's up bro!" Colton yelled, running into my arms as I opened the door. I swear, this kid.

"Hey." I said a bit more monotone then usual.

"What's wrong?" He said as I started walking into the kitchen. I couldn't help but feel a sting of sadness pass through me when I noticed that she wasn't here.

"I just- I really don't know Colton." I said, sitting on the stool and resting my elbows on the counter top.

"Look, if this is about Ads-"

"Colton?" Shit. She is here.

"In the kitchen!" He yelled back, flashing me a small smirk before she walked in.

She was in a sports bra. Nothing else, just a sports bra and leggings. Holy shit. Her fucking hair is up in the cutest bun in the world. Shit. My breathing suddenly quickened.

After staring for a good ten seconds, I had to look away, because I was feeling very turned on.

"Have you seen my maroon hoodie? " She said, adverting her gaze away from me. Thank god I don't think I would've been able to handle that.

"Check the wash room." Colton mumbled, looking over towards my direction before looking back at her. She smacked Colton on the chest as her cheeks suddenly grew pink.

"Shawn?" Colton said.

"Yeah?" I said, not looking up from the counter.

"She's gone now. You can look up now." Slowly I raised my head before letting out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"I was- just looking at my phone-"

"Don't tell me you were turned on by that." His face full of disgust.

"What! Of course not." I said as more of a question as Colton just stared in my direction.

"Look. Why don't you just-"

"It'll never work, Colton." I cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

"But if you just listen-"

"No. It'll never happen." I took a deep breath before continuing. "I just- I just need to distance myself. " I stood from the stool and walked out before he could say another word.

Ads and I will never be together, and I need to finally warp that around my head and stop living in a dream.

AHHHHH! 

Things are getting juicy I promise you.