Teagan's POV
"Teagan wake up." A voice booms from above me.
I open my eyes to see a curious Shawn lurking over me.
"Why are you in here?" My voice hitches from surprise.
"Your dad let me in here. I'm taking you out get up, let's go!" He was such a child. He bounced on the bed next to me making it impossible for me to actually get out of the bed.
"Teagan get up!" He was still bouncing.
"I can't Shawn because you're bouncing like a four year old on Christmas morning!" I shout louder than expected. I'm not a morning person.
He stops jumping and plops down next to me pinching my cheek.
"Someone's a grumpy morning person."
"Get the hell up, Shawn."
He made an incoherent meowing noise which caused me to roll my eyes as I make my way down the hall to the bathroom.
"Why ya gotta be so ruuuuuuddddeee." He sing songs from my bedroom.
Ugh this child frustrates me.
"Shawn. If you're going to sit in my room and pester me from a couple doors away, can you at least bring me the small bag that's on my dresser?" I call from the bathroom. After changing into my clothes for the day I grabbed the makeup bag from Shawn's hands and kissed his cheek giving a small thank you before closing the bathroom door again.
"How do I look?"
I emerge from the bathroom after 10 minutes dressed in a red floral skirt with a white tank top tucked in covered by a loose gray cardigan. My hair was tied up into a messy bun with loose strands falling out in the front that framed my face. I applied minimal makeup but still enough to make me look decent.
"You look absolutely stunning." His jaw was nearly on the floor.
I spun around a bit giving the skirt some life.
"You really think so?" I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face.
"Of course." He stands from his former position at the foot of my bed and takes my hand, leading me down the hallway to the front room.
"You two have fun!" My dad calls from the living room couch as Shawn hauls me out the door to what looked like a limousine. Confusedly I let go of his hand and take a seat on the leather interior of the vehicle. It was nice. Too nice if you ask me. Where was he taking me? And why didn't he get in the car with me? My thoughts erupt in my mind as the limo drives away leaving Shawn standing on the curb, phone in hand, smiling like an idiot.
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The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)
FanfictionShawn Mendes: a fifteen year old hottie with the body has met a lot of fans in his days on tour and with his celebrity status. That means thousands of screaming beautiful girls, dozens of meet and greets but only one stood out for sure. When Shawn e...
