All of Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK ONE

Chapter 14

I woke up in the middle of the night when someone gently shook my shoulders. My eyes flew open and darted around for the source of my sudden awakening. I saw Shawn, leaning over my bed. I relaxed and took his cheek into my hand.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, suddenly worried that someone was taken. He smiled at me and shook his head a little.

"No, other than the fact that we are kidnapped in a rainbow room." He said sarcastically, laughing to himself. I chuckled softly.

"We'll get out of here. I promise. Do not give up on me. If you do, I'd loose all of the hope I have inside of me." I told him, taking his cheeks in my hands and looking him in the eyes. I love this man so much. Please don't leave me. I thought to myself.

"Remember the first song I sang for you?" He asked out of no where. I nodded and took his hand in mine.

"All of Me." I mumbled.

"I sang that song because, one, you're definitely crazy and I'm out of my mind," He said with a chuckle. I giggled softly and nodded. "But I also wanted you to know that no matter what, even if you leave me, I will always give you every single piece of me, and my love. When I lost you, I knew that a piece of me had been taken. I thought I was going to die. But then I heard you when you arrived here, and I felt like a patch of hot asphalt when you pour cold water on it. I sizzled and sparked to life. But the difference between me and that spot of asphalt is that I won't stop sizzling." He grabbed my cheeks in his hands and pulled my head closer to his.

Shawn touched his lips to mine. As soon as they touched, I felt my stomach drop like it did when you ride a rollercoaster. My heart yearned for more. I grabbed that man and pulled him as close as he could possibly go. I kissed him fervently, suddenly feeling the effects of no contact, no physical love. I didn't care about how I kissed him. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, because this might be the last time. There might not be a tomorrow for us. I felt hot blobs of tears stream out of my eyes, leaving our faces wet. I tasted the saltiness and kissed him even harder. My eyes involuntarily closed tightly and my face scrunched with sadness and hurt. I felt more tears, but they weren't mine. I noticed that both of us were shedding crystal drops of emotion. I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him tightly, moving the kiss into a slower speed. I poured every ounce of love and emotion into him. Shawn sat us up and pulled me into his lap.

He looked into my eyes and pulled his hand across my cheek, into my hair. Shawn stroked the side of my head as I rested it against his heaving chest. I felt like I was dying, but I knew I was alive. The feeling was unbearable. Love was chewing me up and spitting me back out onto the cold, hard earth. A butcher had taken his clever and chopped my heart into little pieces. But as I sat there, molded into Shawn's frame, he was sewing the arteries back together. It never seems easy when you're fighting another day. When I look at what I'm facing, I don't know if I could take it. I could scream out loud, but I'd be wasting my time. This pain only reminds me that I'm still alive. Shawn understood what I was feeling. I was broken but being mended softly. As we lay there in a tender embrace, I knew that either way we made out, dead or alive, that I'd love him and he'd love me.

Have gave me all of him, so I'm giving him all of me.

I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and lines of dried tears were racing down his cheeks. I reached up and brushed the stray stands of hair away from his forehead. I felt like I was trying to comfort a fire with gasoline. Shawn's love was like a fire, and I was the gasoline. His eyes flickered open and he cleared his throat weakly.