FEELS •shawn mendes•

feels •shawn mendes• ch. 27

SHAWN POV:

I'm sitting in my hotel room, messing around on the guitar when I hear a knock at the door.

"I'm busy!" I call out, and then hear the knocking again a few seconds later.

I huff and get up slowly. I throw on a t shirt and open the door a tiny bit.

"Who is it?" I ask.

The door is pushed open and Miranda leaps forward to hug me.

I try to pull away from her, but that girl has a strong grip. She leans forward and presses her lips on mine, and I struggle hard, finally pulling away.

"What the hell?" I ask her, walking backwards away from her.

She smirks.

"Did you miss me?" She asks, walking over to sit on my bed.

"No. Can you leave? What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I did my research. And I just so happened to find a plane ticket hidden away in your room." She smiles, running a hand through her hair.

I knew it. I feel sick to my stomach.

"You're crazy. I've been over you for years, and I have a girlfriend!"

"I know. But a little birdie told me you wouldn't be able to resist if I came here." She tries to pull me down next to her, but my manager walks in the room, looking shocked.

"Oh, is this Aubrey?" He asks.

"No!" I shout, as Miranda says yes.

"No, it isn't." I hear a girls voice come through the door.

AUBREYS POV:

I walk inside the room, and shawn runs up and pulls me into his arms.

"I missed you so much."

"How did you get here?" He asks, cupping my face in his hands.

"Yeah, how the hell did you get here?" Miranda asks from behind us.

"My moms friend is a pilot and he got me a free plane ticket!" I tell shawn, and he smiles at me.

I gently pull away and walk over to Miranda, taking her arm and yanking her off the bed.

"I don't know who you think you are or why you thought you'd get away with this, but you should probably leave before it gets serious." I glare at her. "And stay the fuck away from me and my boyfriend."

"Bitch." She mutters under her breath, hitting my arm as she walks away.

Shawns manager clears his throat. Oops.

"Hi, im Aubrey. I'm so sorry you had to see that." I tell him, and he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I'm Andrew."

We shake hands and he leaves.

Shawn pulls me onto the bed and wraps his arms around me.

"You have no idea how much I missed you."

"I think I do." I laugh, turning to face him.

"Hey, it's only 5pm, wanna go out?" Shawn asks me.

"Where?" I reply, sitting up on the bed.

"Maybe we could go to the pier in Santa Monica and then get some food?" Shawn stands up and pulls on a jacket.

"Sure." I reach for my purse.