Fame- A Shawn Mendes Fanfic

Chapter 20- Mr. Flirtatious

Katie Mitchell *POV*

     I was the first to wake, only to find that during the night he had tightened his grasp around my waist. Though I was reluctant to wake him, I needed to return home. I hadn't planned on waking him, but I couldn't reach the driver's seat without doing so. Tapping his shoulder, he murmured something that I couldn't make out. However, instead of his grip loosening, he gripped me tighter. I moaned.

     Big mistake. His eyes instantly shot open, "You okay?"

     I nodded, "You go back to sleep, as long as you give me the keys, I can drive." He opened his mouth to argue, but reconsidered, handing me the keys. I started the car and scanned the radio stations for music. My choice was a light jazz station that lightly danced through the car's speakers. Shawn closed his eyes.

     When we pulled into my driveway, he was sleeping still. I decided to take a couple photos and post them on Snapchat because he somehow managed to look attractive even when sleeping. I captioned it "look at this cutie".

     I decided to have a little fun. Upon unlocking the house, I returned to the car, opening the door by Shawn, and jolted him awake by tickling him. I couldn't contain my laughter as he moaned, and pushed me playfully. "Oh, you're in for it now!"

     That was when I ran, but Shawn easily caught up. He had always been faster than me. Sweeping me off my feet and carrying me bridal style, he took me into the house and into my bedroom laying me down on the bed. His hands glided over my stomach, teasing me; tickling me. "St-oppp," I protested.

     "Oh, this was long overdue," he smirked.

     He picked me up again, "Oh no... Shawn..." I warned.

     "Oh yes..." he smirked, chuckling. He carried me onto the deck outside of my house, walking down the narrow set of stairs to the pool.

     "Shawn?"

     "Yes, honey?" he responded in a sickly sweet tone.

     "Please-" And that was when he dropped me, straight into the ice cold water of my pool. I surfaced, sputtering. Swimming over to him (he made the mistake of remaining by the edge of the pool), I smiled, grabbing onto the ledge in a fake attempt to get out of the water. As I knew he would, he reached down to help me, but I gripped his shirt collar, and he stumbled into the water beside me.

     We laughed.

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     We sat on the deck, hoping to dry off before going inside to change. Shawn was dripping wet, his hair slick with the pool water. "You're soaked," I commented.

     "As are you."

     "Yeah, well, at least take your shirt off so you don't purposely freeze yourself to death," I joked, trying to hide the tension.

     He actually listened, knowing that it was a thoughtful comment and not a lustful one. I probably stared; okay, I know I did. I couldn't help it. He didn't look real, I mean, was he sculpted from stone?

     "See something you like?" he asked, knowing full well I'd be embarrassed. Sure enough, color rose in my cheeks.

     I could only look him in the eyes; I was embarrassed. "Uh... well... um..."

     "It's fine. It was a joke." He laughed.

     "Well, I suppose you deserve an answer, I mean, you don't look half bad," I smirked teasingly.