Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Seven

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing, and you want to cry. Your digital clock reads 7:00 am, and it's a Saturday. You ignore the call, opting to bury your face into your pillow and ignore whoever it is; they can wait. Two minutes later, and it's ringing once again. "Answer the damned phone." Bella groans from her bed, pulling her pillow up over her face to try and cover her ears.
You grumble out a 'fine' before blindly reaching out a hand to look for your phone. It takes a moment longer than usual to find it, but you do and you answer without looking at the caller ID. "I don't know who the hell this is, but it better be good." A deep chuckle resonates through the tiny speaker, and you suddenly feel much more awake. A blush finds its way across your cheeks as you flip onto your back and bite your lip.
"Good morning to you too." Shawn says, you can hear the smirk in his voice accompanied by his heavy breathing.
"Did you just finish running?" You ask through a yawn, assuming that's what he'd been doing due to his shortness of breath.
"Yeah." He sighs out, there's a moment of silence before he speaks up again. "What are you doing today?"
"Ummmm," You draw out, rising from your bed and stumbling into the bathroom. You squint your eyes when you flip on the light, the brightness momentarily blinding you. "Nothing I don't think, wait no! I have to go into work today around 2 to pick up some papers but other than that i'm free all day, why what's up bubba?"
His heart flutters at the nickname, he loves the way it sounds rolling off your tongue, loves the way it makes him feel inside. "I was just wondering if my girl was free around 6 tonight and would like to accompany me on a night out?"
My Girl. The words are ringing beautifully in your head, a bashful smile shining back at you through the mirror as you speak. "Are you asking me on a date Shawn Mendes?"
He can hear the smile in your voice, and just the thought of him having been the reason behind it makes him smile along with you. "And if I was?"
"Well I might just have to think about it." You tease, trying to pull a reaction out of him.
A small huff comes from his side of the phone, the sound of a door shutting letting you know he's back home. "I'll come pick you up around 5:45, dress comfy."
"Comfy cute or comfy casual?" You ask, picking up your toothbrush and staring at yourself in the mirror as you speak.
"Comfy as in pyjamas baby." Shawn chuckles. You could imagine the little squint in the corners of his eyes as he speaks you love the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs.
"Pyjamas?" You ask incredulously through a mouth full of toothpaste. Your eyes are wide as you wait for him to say 'Ha! I was just joking.'
"Yes, Pyjamas" He confirms with another one of his wonderful laughs, the sound making your morning much brighter than it had been just moments prior. You can tell the conversation is about to come to an end, but you aren't quite ready to hit that tiny, red, end call button.
"Don't hang up." You whine, setting your toothbrush down onto the bathroom sink before walking over to your tub and sitting down on the end of it. If you were going to talk to Shawn, you would have to stay in the bathroom. Bella was an incredibly light sleeper, and if you were to wake her up she'd be pissed. "I'm gonna switch us to facetime call."
"Okay, honey." Shawn replies. You do as you said and are more than happy when your curly headed boy picks up the facetime call with a smile, a little wave completing the look. "You look stunning as per usual."
Your face goes red and you click your tongue at him, eyes rolling violently. "Stunning my ass. Don't be a kiss up Mendes, I don't even have makeup on."
His lips dip into a fake frown as he throws you a pair of puppy eyes and says, "You always look stunning, gorgeous."
"Wow, you're laying it on thick this morning! You must really wanna get laid tonight." You laugh, setting your phone down on the bathroom sink as you rummage through the drawers for your mascara.
"You know I'd get laid either way baby, you can't resist my boyish charm." He throws you a wink, flashing all his pearly whites to you before flopping down onto his bed and watching intently as you begin to apply your mascara. "You look good." Shawn says quietly without thinking, blushing when you look down at the phone, realizing you had heard him. "I mean, yeah i'm gonna fuck you real good tonight baby."
You snort, continuing to apply your mascara, "And for a moment I was actually considering hooking up with you tonight, what a damn shame."
"No, I'm sorry!" Shawn quickly catches himself, running a large hand through his wild curls as his eyes zone in on you. "You look good baby, really pretty. You're always pretty, even without makeup, so gorgeous."
"Shut the hell up." You mumble, throwing your mascara back in the drawer before slamming it shut, earning a 'shut the fuck up' from Bella. Your eyes widen as she yells out, Shawn laughing loudly through the phone. "You're a dick, did you know that?"
"I know you like this dick," Shawn says, trying to smirk through his laughs.
"I'll break up with you, shut up." You mutter, picking up the phone and bringing it in close to your eyelashes before fluttering them for him. "How do I look?"
He sighs in content, smiling at you. "You always look good y/n, you truly always do."
"Okay, that's enough now," You say laughing at the sweaty boy smiling up at you. "I'm gonna go now bubba, I have to figure out which pyjamas to wear tonight. I have this date with a really cute boy."
"Oh yeah? Who exactly is this guy? Do I need to rough him up a little bit before you go out?" Shawn jokes, now standing from his bed and heading to his bathroom to turn on his shower.
"You probably don't know him," You say mockingly. "His name is Shawn, he goes to school with me, used to be a complete asshole if i'm being honest."
Shawn winces at your words, rosy lips tugging into a frown as he looks directly at you, "I'm sure he's very sorry about that."
You nod with a smile and say, "Yeah, he is. He has a chance to make up for it tonight, he'd better have a pretty damned good date planned."
The smirk is back, and bigger than ever as he leaves you with a few final words to ponder over, "I'm sure he does, oh and he told me to let you know to dress warm, it's gonna be a long night."
Your day flies by in a blur, and before you know it your parked in front of your work picking up your papers, and next thing you know you're sat down on the bed watching Bella scrimmage through your pyjama drawer.
"Do you have anything that doesn't look like it belongs in my grandmother's wardrobe?" Bella asks dryly, glaring up at you, clearly disapproving of the clothes packed tight into the drawer.
A scoff leaves your lips as you stand up to meet her at the drawer, picking up a blue long sleeve shirt with pink designs embroidered into it. "This is pretty cute, don't you think?"
She scoffs, pulling it from your hands and throwing it over her shoulder, "Cute for Betty White! C'mon y/n don't you have one pyjama set that'll have Shawn on his knees for you, literally and figuratively?"
She sends you a wink as you shove her shoulder before saying, "I have some, but none of them are warm."
"What do you mean they aren't warm?" She asks, looking at you for more answers.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair, a habit you had picked up from Shawn after being around him for just a few days. "He told me to dress in warm pyjamas."
She looks at you incredulously before digging back through your drawers muttering 'weird fucker' under her breath. Eventually, she gives up on your pyjamas and quickly turns to her own drawers, smiling happy when she comes across one of her favorite pairs. She holds them up, earning a look of shock from you, had she not had them in her pyjama drawer, you could mistake them for lingerie.
"No, Bella." You state firmly, watching as she groans and stuffs it back into the drawer. Suddenly, her face lights up and she beelines towards your open closet. You watch curiously as she peeks through the folded clothes on the shelf, picking out a pair of Shawn's sweat pants and one of his sweatshirts before throwing them towards you. "You want me to wear Shawn's clothes?"
"Yes," Bella says firmly, now going through your underwear drawer to find a matching underwear set. She settles on a black lace set, tossing it to you before settling herself into her bed and pulling out her phone to text back Geoff. "Have you ever worn his clothes around him before?"
You shake your head no, toying with the strings on the hoodie. "I haven't even worn his clothes while I've been alone."
She nods shooting you a wink and saying, "Trust me, he'll lose his shit when he sees you. There's something about seeing you in their clothes that drives men absolutely insane, and I'm sure Shawn won't be any different."
You eye the John Mayer hoodie suspiciously, not sure if it was the best idea to wear his clothes on your first date. Plus, they'd swallow you whole, and looking any smaller than you already are most likely wouldn't help your case. But, you go against your better judgement and trudge your way into the bathroom to change. It takes you a minute to figure out how to get the bra on, there's a lot more straps on it than there are on your normal bra so you struggle a bit at first. Just as your about to throw on the hoodie, there's a knock at the door followed by Bella calling out to you saying she'll answer it.
There was no going back now, Shawn was here and even if you looked like a complete idiot in his clothes, you'd have to go out there wearing them, seeing as the dress you previously had on wouldn't fit in the pyjama criteria. You glance over what of your body you can see in the small mirror above your sink, and from your boobs up you look like a normal girl who had been swallowed whole by a sweatshirt. You had double knotted the strings of the sweatpants, pulling them as tight as you could, but they still were sagging down your legs a bit, but thankfully the swell of your ass could help keep the waistband somewhat in place.
You take a deep breath before opening the door to see Shawn standing there in a hoodie of his own, and a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. His jaw physically drops when he see you, and he swears he feels his heart begin to melt in his chest at the sight of you. You look breathtakingly adorable, you're practically swimming in his clothes and he just can't get enough of the way you look. Your arms are crossed over your chest, a small pout on your lips as you look at him, his reaction not what you were really expecting.
"Stop being dramatic," You mumble under your breath, walking past him to grab your phone.
He stops you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. He's completely lost in the way you look, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable his stare is making you. You avoid looking up at him, your head whipping over to Bella whos smirking at the two of you from her bed mouthing the words 'I told you so.' Shawn's hand comes down to tilt your head up so you're looking at him. His soft smile, and rosy cheeks make you blush even harder.
"You look, very, very pretty in my clothes." Shawn says quietly before leaning down to kiss your forehead. A furious blush crosses the bridge of your nose and spreads across the apples of your cheeks as you beam up at him.
"Thank you bubba." You murmur leaning up onto your tiptoes to kiss his jaw. He hums at the feeling at watches lovingly as you walk over to your bed to grab your phone. He sticks a hand out for you to grab onto, and you do so gladly bidding Bella goodbye and following him out of the dorm complex.
He's a perfect gentleman, opening the car door for you, and helping you get settled. He even leans in to kiss your cheek before shutting the car door and rushing into the driver's seat before you have time to react. You smile down at your hands which are folded in your lap before grabbing his attention, only to lean over the center console of the car and plant a kick, chaste kiss on his lips. His cheeks grow red, something that is uncommon for him considering he isn't one to blush.
"Are you ready?" He asks shyly, throwing you a genuine smile. It wasn't one of his signature cocky smirks, or a forced smile, it was a real, genuine, Shawn smile and you absolutely loved it.
"Yes," You say, titling your head to the side and flashing him one of your own toothy smiles. He reaches over to turn the radio up a bit, flipping to the alternative music station just for you. "Where are we going?"
He laughs, pulling out of his parking spot and heading out onto the main road of the school before reaching out for your hand. He brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently before resting it intertwined with his over the center of the car. He glances over at you for a moment only to say, "That is for me to know, and for you to find out."