Shawn Sugar Daddy Mendes

The Accident

*y/n's pov*

          We're on our way to a special place. I don't know where it is, but that's where Shawn keeps his private jet. Shawn gets out of the car first and comes over to my side, taking my hand as I jump out of the car. Shawn's men carry our luggage onto the jet while Shawn and I stand outside and talk. They're done with that and it's time to go in the jet. There's a couch and a booth. It's nice. We get offered Champaign and pretzels. We kindly take the offer and enjoy each other's presence. We talk some more so we know more about each other. He tells me about Aaliyah and I tell him I'm all alone, everyone died about a year ago. I get tired and lay my head on his shoulder. 

"It's okay babe we're almost there."  We get out of the plane and step foot on the ground. I honestly don't mind planes, this is crazy for me. It's beautiful. A miracle or whatever you want to call it.

"Come on babe, it's time to go." Shawn calls an uber and a limo drives up in 3 minutes. He tells it to go to a hotel. I'm super excited for tonight. I know something's going to happen. I don't know what it is but someone is going to get hurt. Maybe I'm just nervous and my anxiety is taking over now but then again, I don't know. I haven't talked to anyone about it.

"How have you been doing, baby girl?" Shawn asks me. I stare into his eyes and say, "I'm fine babe, how are you?" He pecks me on my lips and he whispers quietly into my ear,

"I'm fine thanks for asking, cutie. So when we get there you wanna-" SLAM BANG CRASH. Oh shit. We crashed. See, I knew something bad was going to happen. I almost laugh, thinking of my own though.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I ask Shawn. His head is bleeding. "Fucking cunt!" He swears. Uh oh. The driver is knocked out. The car is smoking. "Fuck. Hun get your phone out." He says, in a very serious voice. I quickly grab my phone out and dial 911. It kinda seems like sometimes I need to be the one to get shit done but if that's what it takes then I don't mind.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" I hear blast out of the phone. "Hi, I need an ambulance. My boyfriend, Shawn Mendes and I were taking an uber and the guy crashed. The driver is knocked out and my boyfriends head is bleeding severely." I say into the phone. 

"What about the other car? Are they ok?" Shawn whispers. Almost the first time I've seen him care about anyone else besides himself or I, or from what I've seen online. I quickly unbuckle my seat belt and hop out of the black limo. I go and check on the other car, still having my phone with me. 

"Hello? The driver in the other car is passed out as well. We need 3 different ambulances. One for the driver, one for Shawn Mendes and one for the single driver in the other car. Okay?" I look around. Shawn Is out of the car now. There is a traffic jam because of this. "Ma'am may I get your name?" She asks. "Yes, it's y/n, l/n." Shawn comes up to me and hugs me. "Okay y/n help will be on the way." I look at him. God he is so fucking sexy. 

"O-Okay. T-Thank you miss." My stumbly words leave my mouth. "You'll get all the help you'll need babe." He looks at me. Everyone is watching us, beeping as well. Some cars are excited to see Shawn but then they're also kind of mad that I'm there and he's showing his affection to me instead of them.

"Babe the ambulances are here." I says as 3 ambulances drive up to us. I settle it all out and go in the ambulance with Shawn. I hold his hand, tears down his and my eyes. I rub his hand with my finger. I don't know why I didn't get hurt nearly as bad. 

"Baby I love you." He blurts out. I wasn't expecting that. I quickly say it back. The ambulance comes to a stop and the lights turn off. The back doors open and I get out. The EMTs (the people in the ambulance making sure the patient is okay on the drive. If you didn't know.) help Shawn get out in the stretcher. We enter the hospital, tears quickly fill my eyes. Why does this happen to me? The person I cared about? I wondered. Maybe I'm a bad luck charm. That's why my brother died the same way and my mother died because she was protecting me from a burglar. It kind of scars me because I watched almost all of my family's deaths. We entered the room where Shawn got fixed up. The doctor made me wait outside. He told me he would have to get stitches and to wait about and hour or two. I sit on my phone and tweet about it. And posting on instagram about what happened. Finally the doors open.

[I'm going by every part and adding to it or fixing it, just saying. Thanks guys love ya]