Bad Reputation | S.M.

Chapter 52

I was scrolling through my phone the entire time Shawn was asleep, watching videos, liking pictures, and texting Adrian or Jacob. I told Jacob not to wait for me and that there was money in the cookie jar for some food. I checked the time to see it was already six and I decided to wake him up, since he needed to pack.

I began to poke at his face, giggling while his nose twitched.

"Hey sleeping beauty," I whispered. "Wake up babe."

"Hmm." He groaned and turned around.

"Baby you have to pack, wake up." I lightly shoved him. 

"Five more minutes, please Nicole." He groaned and I smiled. 

"Five minutes will turn into another hour and you will miss your fight bub." I shook him and he groaned as loud as he could.

"Fine!" He sat up and glared at me, making me chuckle. "I don't like you right now."

"Oh please, you love me." I threw my arms around his neck.

"Not right now I don't."

"Wow Mendes, you're cranky when you wake up." I scoffed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired." He kissed my hand and I put my chin on his shoulder.

"If I take off my hoodie will that help?"

"Hmm, not really."

"Okay Mendes, your loss," I shrugged and got up from his bed, trying to cheer him up. "I'm not wearing a bra."

"Wait I take it back!" He yelled.

I sighed and rested my hands at my hips. "Too late, now get up and start packing."

"Why can't we just stay here, in this bed, and cuddle." He threw his head back. "And do other stuff." He smirked. 

"Because you have a flight and I don't want to be the reason why you miss it."

"Fine, I'll pack." He rolled his eyes and finally got up.

"Don't be salty."

"I'm not." He whined and came up to me to hug me. "I just don't want to leave, I feel like we didn't have enough time to ourselves."

"Don't beat yourself up, you'll be back soon and I'm just so happy and thankful that you came for my birthday."

"It was my pleasure." He smiled and kissed me. "Help me pack?"

"Yeah." I nodded. He took out his suitcases from his closet and placed them on his bed, opening it. He began to take out clothes from his closet while I folded and placed them in the suitcase. I organized his things neatly as he grabbed his essentials and later placed his guitar in its case. The packing went by quick and he had even put music on his small speaker while he changed into gray sweats and a navy blue hoodie.

"How long is the flight?" I asked him as he stepped into his sweats and I zipped up his suitcase.

"About six hours I think."

"See, you'll get a six hour nap." I shrugged.

"But I want a nap on my bed, with you right next to me."

"Sometimes we can't get what we want Mendes." I smirked. "When do you get back?"

"The twenty-sixth and then I leave March third for Orlando to start the World Tour."

"Jeez, then I really won't get to see you." I pouted and he came up to me, cupping my cheeks with his hands.

"I'll be back before you know it hun." He smiled and kissed me. He kept holding my face with his hands and stared into my eyes. I swear I can get lost in his eyes.