canada. - a shawn mendes fanfiction

chapter 14

It was now 8:57 and your show was about to start. You got more nervous by the second and Shawn could feel it.
„Calm down! It's just a tv show."
He tried to slow your pulse but you weren't having it.
„Calm down? Shawn its season 10!" you almost screamed at him and sat up meanwhile.

„Okay okay don't kill me."
He moved away a bit to protect himself from your mentally unstable self.
Laughing you leaned back again and turned up the volume on the tv which was still showing commercials.

„So, now I want you to be quiet. I wanna have my moment, don't interrupt me." You explained once the timestamp on the screen had disappeared and looked over to Shawn.
-„okay, okay I'll shut up."

The next 50 minutes the two of you were sitting on the couch in complete silence while watching the newest season of your favorite show in awe. Shawn was more being forced to be there but you were more than trapped by the storyline so far.
You had some monumental breakdowns every once in a while, while Shawn just gave you weird looks and tried to hold in his laughter.
Especially when your favorite actor showed up on screen. You let out a high pitched yelp, which made Shawn laugh out loud.

„So what do you think?"
You turned to him once the first episode had finished and you'd turned off the tv.
„I'll have to admit, it's maybe not as bad as I thought. I mean, I really hate horror movies or shows and that was kinda terrifying but it's funny how you reacted when this weird guy showed up."
Laughing you nodded and answered:"Its great, right?"
He simply shrugged his shoulders and spoke:"Yeah maybe."

You were happy now. Knowing he didn't necessarily hate it, totally boosted your mood.
„Its 10:16. I'd better get going."
He then spoke and gave you a questioning look.

You didn't want him to leave yet but you also didn't know how to tell him that.
So you simply nodded and got up, grabbing the empty pizza plates on your way.
Upstairs he put on his shoes and put his phone in his left pocket.

„Alright then, well good night. I'll text you tomorrow." He opened the front door.

„Sure. But you sure you wanna leave now?"
He sent you another questioning look and put his hands in his pockets. „Would you are want me to stay a little longer?"
You shrugged your shoulders but couldn't hide your smile.
„Maybe."
You tried your best to not blush right in front of him, so you turned around and walked straight to the kitchen.
„Ice cream?" you yelled towards the hallway where Shawn was currently busy taking off his shoes again.

„Nah actually I'm not the biggest on... What kind of ice cream are we talking about?"