Running Low - Shawn Mendes

Chapter 31: Where to next

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Five movies, two boxes of pizza, about two cartons of ice cream later, we were all lying on the floor, surrounded with our couches in 'U' shape, stomachs full, lying with numerous amounts of blankets and pillows, with our backs propped up against the couch adjacent to the tv. Colton was on the furthest side from the door, huddled in the bend of the 'U', clutching onto a large body pillow. Mae was next to him, her head resting on the bottom half of the body pillow. Next to Mae was me, and I had begun drifting on and off with each passing second. Finally, Shawn was to my right- very very close to my right. He hadn't spoken in a few moments so I figured he too had fallen asleep.

Shawn was leaving. I have one more full day with him. Then he's gone for another four months. Four months. The thought of not being able to see someone I am falling in love with sickens me. Four months of him surrounded by millions and millions of girls, and he's 'tied down' by someone he won't be able to see for four months. Four months.

"Ads." Shawn whispered in my ear, breaking me away from my depressing monologue I was having in my head.

"Hmm." I mumbled, still feeling slightly sleepy. He stared at me for a moment, a small smile on his face as he scanned over every feature on my own. God, he was breathtaking.

"Nothing darling." He said, smiling before taking my head in his hands and kissing my forehead. Electricity coursed throughout he spot his just kissed, sending it all throughout my body, making me shiver slightly.

I don't think I've been this happy in a while. Even if Shawn was leaving in a day, I couldn't be more happy just lying here, with him next to me, no care in the world. And with that, I drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

- - -

"Are you ready?" Mae asked me, standing behind me looking into the oval shaped mirror, our reflections staring back at us. There was a slight fog covering my vision as I stood there trying to make out the person in front of me.

"I'll tell ya, if I was into women, I'd smash." Mae spoke, causing me to laugh. Then, the mirror faded away, and I was with my father, standing in the entry way of a beautiful church. Did someone die?

"Are you ready, sweetheart? " He whispered, a single tear escaping his eye, while smiling. In my own mind, I felt like asking him, 'ready for what?', but my body moved on it's own, grabbing his arm as we walked through the main doors of the church.

White rose pedals lined the floor in front of us. Small little candles were set at the bottom of every isle, illuminating the pathway we were walking on. Every eye was on us. On me. That's when it hit me.

I was at my wedding.

As soon as the realization hit me, I looked up to the alter in attempts to see who my future husband would be, but I couldn't see that far, everything was a blur.

My father and I continued to walk until the figure began to become clearer and clearer. We finally reached the alter and my father kissed my cheek handing me off to the mysterious man. His large hands enveloped mine and I felt a sudden familiarity between our contact. A small smile was brought to my face and I didn't try to hide it.

"Are you ready?" It hit me. That voice. That soothing voice that has been there for me throughout most of my life. The voice that gives me butterflies whenever I hear it. That voice that has swooned millions and millions of girls. That voice that I'm in love with.

Shawn.

"Ads." He grabbed my shoulder and began lightly shaking me. The hell?

"Ads. Baby wake up." Shawn said. My eyes shot opened and I felt my face flush furiously at the fact that I had just dreamed that. Shawn and I had only been dating for what, three days? And I was already thinking about marrying him? I need to calm down.