Him

Chapter 7

I look at Shawn and Shawn looks back at me. My hair is tangled.

"Well? I expect an answer" Mia says and crosses her arms.

"Nothing happened" I tell her, I'm too drunk to think about the whole situation.

"Shawn, I swear, if you've touched her in places she didn't want, I'll do something to you" she says threateningly.

He throws his hands in the air. "Didn't do anything she didn't want. She surprised me by her actions" he smirks.

"Rose? What are you doing?" she asks clearly dissapointed.

Why is she so disappointed? Nothing happened between Shawn and me. But, would something have happened if she hadn't entered the room?

"Nothing happened Mia, you don't have to do so disappointed" I snarl.

"You know what, have fun fucking him, know that he has fucked hundreds of girls before you and doesn't give a fuck about you" she says and leaves the room.

I don't want to argue with Mia, but my head hurts so much.

Shawn closes the door and I walk back to the bed and let myself fall again.

"Don't say a word" I tell him quietly.

He walks to his wardrobe and grabs a t-shirt. "Here" he tosses the shirt towards me.

"I don't need to wear your clothes" I say, and place my hand on my forehead.

"So you go to sleep in this tight dress? Didn't think so. You put it on yourself, now, or I'll do it for you" he says seriously.

"Is not going to happen" I say, and cross my arms.

He walks towards the bed, places both knees on the bed and lifts me up under my armpits.

"Now that you're no longer lying down, you can take off the dress right away, but I also want to do it for you, that would be no problem" he says quietly in my ear and smirks.

I shake my head. "Okay, turn around, I don't want you to look at me" I tell him.

"No, you're too sexy to not look at" he says quietly in my ear.

"Shawn, turn around or I'll leave, and we both know what happened last time I was drunk and alone. Now, give me the t-shirt and turn around" I demand.

"Fine" he says and turns around.

I leave the bed and stand next to it. I pull the dress over my head and put on Shawn's t-shirt, it's big on me, it hits me right above the knee.

"You can turn around" I say quietly.

He turns around and bites on his lower lip. "Fuck, you look so fucking good in my clothes" he says quietly.

I smile at him and look at the ground without noticing my cheeks are glowing. My head is pounding and I'm still drunk, everything what happening now is something I would never do. I close my eyes and just before I fall asleep I feel Shawn pulling the sheets over me.

"Good night" he says softly, and tucks a tuft of hair from my face behind my ear. 

After his words I quickly fall asleep.

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I wake up around 6 o'clock in the morning. My mouth feels dry and my head kills me. Yesterday's flashbacks shoot through my head, what did I think? I'm so stupid, fuck. I slowly get up and see that I wear Shawn his t-shirt, I don't remember I put it on? I walk to the mirror and run my fingers through my hair, my makeup has run out completely and my bags are very bad.