boundaries [s.m]

chapter thirty-one

I am his, and he is mine - Halsey and G-eazy, him & i
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whilst shawn was in the shower, aria decided to look over these rumours and put them to a close. after all, shawn has been with her, apart from the times he's been at the studio, but surely he wouldn't cheat. they've been talking about the future, he couldn't abandon that.

aria sighs softly to herself, typing shawn mendes into the google browser, waiting for the news articles to come up. she clicks on the first page, which outlines 'shawn mendes seen with mystery blonde!', and aria furrows her eyebrows in confusion. she scrolls to the pictures section, seeing shawn holding the door open for a blonde woman he's letting into the studio.

who the heck is she? aria thinks to herself, as she sees more pictures of shawn and her laughing, and one of shawn holding onto her hand, and another one of the blonde pulling him in another direction.

"oh, hey," shawn says, walking out of the ensuite, seeing aria sitting on the bed, scrolling through her laptop. shawn rubs at his curls with a towel, the only thing he's wearing being a pair of calvin klein boxers. "are you heading to sleep now? i thought we were gonna cuddle for a bit."

"oh, no," she says quickly, shutting the laptop suddenly. shawn looks at aria curiously, before walking forward, and sitting down next to her, grabbing the laptop and opening it. "wait-"

"seriously, aria?" shawn chuckles bitterly, looking at the article and aria.

"well, are you?" she shoots back, making shawn raise his eyebrows in shock.

"why the fuck would you think that?" he bursts, anger and disappointment coursing through him. "me? cheat? are you fucking delusional? what the fuck sparked this?"

"the paparazzi asked me about it! what am i supposed to think? those pictures do look controversial, and you have been going to the studio a lot recently," she says to him, folding her arms.

"you're actually unbelievable aria, why the fuck would someone as smart as you believe the fucking press? and for your information, she's one of my new producers," he spits back. "god, i cannot believe you."

"why are you getting annoyed at me? i was only curious to see why they asked me!" she argues, as shawn curses to himself, getting up from the bed, and chucking the laptop back down onto the soft duvet. "shawn, it's okay, let's just forget about it."

"i'm going out," he mutters, slipping on a pair of trousers and a shirt.

"shawn, come on, seriously?" aria groans, not wanting to fight with him more. "we just got out of a fight, let's not get into another one."

"for gods sake aria!" shawn yells, dropping the towel onto the bed with a whip, making aria jump, and suddenly feel frightened. trepidation fills her, as she shuffles further away from him, almost falling onto the floor. "whatever i just-" shawn cuts himself off with a sigh, angrily grabbing his phone and rushing out of the condo.

slowly, but certainly, aria feels her fear turn into anger, and then her attitude turning straight to menacing.

she knew she was about to cause trouble. and she didn't care how.
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aria managed to find out where shawn was from find my friends. luckily, they both had agreed to put each other on theirs after their first fight as a couple, about a year ago. aria finishes up with her appearance, pulling the lace bodysuit up her body, before putting a denim skirt over her waist. she slips on a pair of black heels, and exits the condo immediately, heading to the bar shawn is at.

of course he was at a bar.

aria made sure she had her fake id, and rushes far away from the condo, her heels clicking behind her, making her smirk softly to herself. she was going to make sure shawn understood that she was his, and he was hers.

surprisingly, aria didn't have to show her id at all. they let her straight in, and she grabbed herself a drink, wandering around to try and find shawn.

oh, and she found him. chatting up a random burnt orange skinned brunette in plain sight.

he definitely was in for it once aria had marked her territory.

she slid into the booth, right next to shawn, getting eyes from the brunette opposite him. she smirks to herself, crossing her legs, and sending a small smirk to shawn.

"hey babe," she says, bringing one of her hands up to shawns shoulder. "you wanna go dance?"

"excuse me," shawn says to the brunette, before sliding himself and aria out of the booth, and guiding her to the side of the bar. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"what the fuck are you doing with some cheap slag?" aria questions, placing her hands on her hips. "craving a one night stand just because i haven't been interested in having sex with you?"

"aria-"

"no, shawn, we fucking live together! we're in a god damn relationship!" she yells at him, over the booming music.

"i wasn't flirting with her! she came to sit opposite me, and we were both in similar situations so we decided to talk about what was happening, as a way to get advice! why do you think i would even want to cheat on you?" he bursts, hurt, and confused at aria.

"shawn, you came to a fucking bar and you were talking to some girl! what else was i supposed to think?" aria says, letting out a bored chuckle.

"aria-"

"no shawn, you're mine, and i'm yours. nothing will change that."

shawn looks at her optimistically, and immediately steps forward, gripping her small waist in his large hands, and placing his lips onto hers firmly. she responds, a small smirk on her lips, as she trails her hands up his arms, pulling him closer.

"by the way," aria whispers, pulling away from shawn, and completely breathless. "i'm not wearing any underwear."

shawns eyes go wide, and he pulls aria out of the bar, rushing with her back to their condo.

their home.