Exposed//Shawn Mendes

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"Excuse me!?" I asked in disbelief at what Shawn just told me to do.
"Kiss me." He repeated himself.
"You're fucking, high." I scoffed as I looked at him dumbfounded.
"Little kiss on the lips?" He asks.
"Shawn I have a boyfriend," I said.
"Just one kiss, it won't hurt." He chuckled leaning in.
"No! Shawn don't." I said putting my hand on his shoulder and pushing him away.
"But it's a dare." He pouted.
"I don't care, I'm not kissing you, you jerk," I said annoyed, before jumping off the bed. Shawn looks at me hurt and stood up as well I hear a thump on the floor as he did, probably his phone falling.

I just made my way over to the bathroom but I heard heavy footsteps following close behind. I walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. In the mirror in front of me, I saw Shawn tower over me still looking pouty as we stood there at the doorway.

"Mr. Mendes-"
"Shawn." He corrected me.
"Mr. Mendes, I am not going to kiss you and that's final," I said turning around and glaring at him.
"Leila..." He sighed.
"Please, go to bed," I begged, looking at him pleadingly in the eyes. He stood there continuing to stare at me with a pained expression on his face.
"Ok..." He said, sounding defeated. He then turned around and started walking to his bed. As he did I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, feeling instant relief wash over me as I rested my forehead against it.

I took a very long, hot and much-needed shower. I wrapped a towel around my body before picking up my dirty discarded clothes. I walked to the door and slightly opened it enough to peak out. I saw Shawn's body sprawled out on his bed he was still fully dressed and not even covered by his blanket. I sighed as I threw my dirty clothes on my bed then walked over to Shawn. I was at his feet and reached down picking up one foot. I pushed up his skinny jeans slightly above to his ankle and grabbed the zipper on the side of his boot. I unzipped it and pulled off the first boot before moving to the next one.

As I took off the boot Shawn moved and stretched out. I bent down grabbing the first boot off the floor holding both in either hand and walked over to the door, placing his shoes neatly next to mine. When I turned back Shawn was sat upright on his bed, his back facing me as his head bobbed up and down falling in and out of sleep. I quickly walked back over to him and stood in front of him.

"Mr. Mendes, are you alright?" I asked in a hushed tone.
"Hmm?" He hummed as he looked up at me, his eyes were only half open.
"You need to get to sleep, Mr. Mendes. Get up and put something comfortable on, I don't think you want to sleep in those." I said as I gestured a hand towards his nice outfit.
"Yeah... get... get my clothes, please." He said in a groggy voice before standing up. He immediately swayed back and forth almost falling over but quickly reached out and put a hand on my bare shoulder to balance himself.
"Let me go put something on real quick," I said before removing his hand from me and stepping away.

After changing into my gray pajama shorts and a black tank top, I stepped out from the bathroom once more only to see Shawn laying on the floor on his back, his long limbs sprawled out again. He wasn't asleep though, his eyes were open and he was just staring at the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I furrowed my brows confused.
"I fell..." He mumbled. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips as I walked up to him.
"Where are your pajamas?" I questioned as I looked down at him. He just raised his hand and pointed to the other side of the bed. I walked over and the only thing there was his nightstand. I opened it up to see a few pairs of shorts and sweats. I grabbed the sweats since the weather outside made it a bit chilly. I walked back over to Shawn who was now playing with a strand of hair in front of his face.