FEELS •shawn mendes•

feels •shawn mendes• ch 2

"You'll n-neverrrr believe who I just hooked up withhhh." Tatum whispers.

I nearly laugh at the way she's speaking.

"Whaaat? Whoooo?" I reply, and her face gets distorted as she replies,

"Dannnnyyyy L-Lewis!" Her voice booms out as the music suddenly stops and everyone briefly looks at her.

Luckily everyone's drunk, and they go back to dancing within seconds.

I snipe, "Danny Lewis? Tatum, you hateeee him! How drunk are you?"

She hiccups and answers, "he's hot though. He's got a big d—"

I slap a hand over her mouth and cringe.

I look back over to where shawn was standing moments ago and I don't see him.

Then I feel a hand wrap around my waist and I shiver.

"I'm still waiting for you." Shawn whispers huskily.

I gulp and nod. He takes my hand and we walk back into the area where people are dancing.

We start to dance together, just having fun. But it turns a little sexual, mostly because of the alcohol.

"You look good, Hannon." Shawn whispers in my ear.

I blush and turn to face him.

"You knowwww, Monday morning I won't be able to talk to y-you anyyymorrree." I slur.

He makes a pouty face and asks, "and why not?"

"I d-don't like youuu." I blurt, and he laughs.

"So everything happening right n-now is just the alcohol talking?" He asks.

I nod my head and keep dancing.

"Trust me, you'll regret saying you don't like me in a few minutes." He smirks.

"Try me!" I slur back.

Moments later his lips hit mine. I stop dancing and his hands run through my hair. I'm lost in the moment, and he takes one hand off my hair and runs it down my back softly. It sends shivers down my spine.

"N-never mind. I like you." I break away from the kiss. Definitely the alcohol talking.

"Wanna get out of here?" Shawn asks, laughing and taking my hand.

I nod excitedly.

We stumble up the stairs to a bedroom. He pushes me down onto the bed and kisses me roughly. I pull off his shirt and he does the same to me.

...

I wake up alone in a bed. I try to process what has happened but I have a killer headache. I sit up and feel a breeze on my stomach, and then I realize: I'm naked.

I hurriedly throw on my clothes and gasp when I feel the pains in my legs.

What the fuck did I do?

I walk downstairs and suddenly I'm re-immersed in the party. I look at my phone and the time reads 12:57 am.

So I wasn't asleep long. I turn to my right side and see Piper waving me over.

"Girl! Myyyy godddd. You. Arreee. Soooo. Cooool." She screams.

"What?" I ask her, and now my words aren't as slurred.

"We. Sawww. You go into theee bedroom with shawn! When he c-came out, his hair was all m-messed up and he had hickiessss all over his neck. We d-didn't seee you forrr a while and got w-worried." Tatum tries to explain.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. God. I slept with shawn. I can't believe that I did that. And my friends are proud of me. Fuck.

"I need a moment." I tell them, and I make my way outside.

When I get there I see two figures making out by a tree. The guy looks familiar but I can't figure out who he is. Then he speaks.

Shawn.

"You. Let's go upstairs." The girl says, and I feel sick to my stomach.

I shouldn't even care. He and I aren't ever going to talk again.

"Aubrey?" Shawn sees me standing there, and I'm frozen.

"I-" i stand frozen.

"Look, i gotta g-go." Shawn tells the girl, and he walks towards me.

"What?" I glare at him.

"What's your problem? I wasn't going to go with her anyway. But why were you watching?" He asks, and I suddenly feel angry.

"You think I meant to see your tongue down her throat? That's gross, no matter who's tongue is down who's throat." I snap, and he laughs.

He steps a bit closer and says quietly,
"Funny how your attitude has changed since when MY tongue was in YOUR mouth."

My mouth drops open and I stare at him as he walks away.

"Aubrey?" He calls as he opens the door.

"What?" I retort.

"You were good." He winks at me and leaves.

Asshole.

I walk back inside and yell to my friends,
"Let's go."

They all snarl at me and refuse. I sigh and go over to the couch where they are and sulk.

Then I feel a hand on my back and I look up to see Brian.

"You need a ride?" He asks.

"No, I have to wait to drive them home. Thanks though."

He nods and walks away. My friends keep drinking and dancing and I go on my phone, trying to process what has happened with shawn.

I look up as I feel eyes on me, and I make eye contact with shawn.

He bites his lip and looks at me for a second, his eyes darkening before he looks away.

Fuck.