Training Mendes // s.m.

five

Millie
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I woke up to a knock on the back door. I forced my eyes open and felt someone behind me. I sat up slightly and looked. I almost laughed at the irony of him being here. I pushed his shoulder slightly and he sat up.

"I..-" He went to start explaining.

"It's okay." I laughed.

"You were having a nightmare, I didn't know what to do, so I just came over." He said, rushed.

I thanked him and the door finally pushed open.

"My favorite pair." Ivan walked in.

Shawn rolled his eyes at Ivan as he came to sit. I rubbed my eyes and sat up completely.

"Nap time? Together?" Ivan laughed again.

"Ivan, please." Shawn widened his eyes.

"It's okay Shawn." I laughed at his response.

Shawn shifted on the couch, so his long legs were across the back. Ivan smiled at me and winked. I didn't exactly know what he meant, but it made me laugh.

"Okay, so, we are about 15 minutes from the first hotel. Rumor has it, fans are already lined up." Ivan told Shawn.

"I can meet them today?" Shawn said, sounding like a little kid getting his favorite toy on Christmas.

"Today, yes. Tomorrow, no."

"Okay, did you hear how many?" Shawn asked.

"I only know of about 20 people. Jake will be with you."

Shawn nodded and Ivan stood up.

"Better get dressed and fix your hairs. People may think things." Ivan joked as he walked out.

I pulled my phone up and saw my hair disheveled. I flattened with my hands and looked at Shawn. He ran a hand through his hair and it was so pretty. He was pretty. I snapped from my gaze and stood up, heading to the bunk where I put my backpack. I had an extra outfit in there, specifically for this situation. It was a pair of jean shorts and a tight, long sleeve white shirt. It came to a little before the shorts.

I went into the bathroom and changed, fixing my hair again. I walked back out and set my clothing on the bunk. I went to the back and saw Shawn on his phone. I walked over and sat next to him. He showed me a tweet of some fan calling me pretty.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand.

"You need to change, sir." I pulled him off the couch.

"I don't need to, my fans see me in this all the time." He shrugged with a smug smile.

I scoffed and pushed him out of the room. He went to his bunk and grabbed a pair of jeans. He went into the bathroom and changed. When he came out, the white tee shirt seemed a lot tighter on his arms and I wanted to grab them. I shook my head and the bus came to a stop.

I grabbed my phone and slid my shoes back on. I put my bag over my shoulders and Shawn grabbed his. We waited for the okay and I went first. Shawn walked behind me, telling the fans he would be right back, as soon as we got our stuff down.

We checked in and headed to the hotel room. They just gave us one room with two beds, making is less we had to remember when we left tomorrow night. We headed up the elevator and went to the room, Shawn basically ran in and grabbed the bed by the window. I rolled my eyes and he quickly said he was going to meet fans.

I nodded and decided I could shower now. I waited for our luggage to get brought in and thanked the man. I brought everything in and went to my bag. I grabbed a tight skirt and a tube top with dainty strings. I grabbed a new pair of underwear and went to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and some music, I unclothed myself and hopped in. I hummed along to the music as I washed my hair and my body, along with a quick shave. Once I was done, I got out and put on a robe. I dried my hair and left it in it's natural waves. I put some anti-frizz spray in and grabbed my makeup.

I did light makeup, similar to the makeup with my second meeting. I thought of when I would actually get the train Shawn, he was always so busy. I really liked him, as a friend. More than a friend? I knew him and I would get along, but never this well. He was so sweet to me, so caring, so gentle. I finished my makeup and put it all back in its bag.

I walked to put it back in my luggage, when Shawn finally returned.

"There were so many fans, it turned into so many after we came in. They were so nice! I got some gifts, we can open them later." He said, not looking at me as he gushed about his fans.

"What time are we leaving?" I asked.

"Tonight? Like two hours." He said, finally looking at me.

His eyes raked over the robe and my legs. If the drool emoji could be a person, it was Shawn right now. I thanked him and went back into the bathroom. I got changed into my outfit and went back to my bed.

"You can shower now. I'm done." I said.

I bent down to my bag, picking out a pair of heels I stashed in the bottom. I turned to Shawn and he was already staring at me. I felt my cheeks get even more red under my blush and he looked away. He stood to go to his bags and grabbed black jeans and a brown button up with white flowers. He left to the bathroom and I called Vicky.

"Mrs. Mendes! How are you, you just called like an hour ago."

"He saw me in a robe and looked like the drool emoji, and I'm in a tight skirt because we are going out tonight and he was staring at me when I bent down to my bag to get shoes." I quickly rushed out.

"I told you, Mrs. Mendes. You guys are getting married one day."

"Vicky, really not the time. I'm really freaking out. I don't want to like him. First, he is a client. Second, we all know how my last relationship broke me. I'm scared." I walked over to the windows and looked at the beautiful city.

"Mills, I know Jeremy screwed with your head, bad, but we have to remember Shawn isn't him. Shawn is new, exciting, kind, caring. Now, where are you going?" She asked.

"Some club he wants to go to, he said everyone is going, so he said it's only right if I go."

"Use protection! I will see you tomorrow kiddo!" She yelled into the phone before hanging up.

I dropped my jaw and laughed. I plugged my phone into an outlet to charge, laying in the bed. I scrolled on Instagram and saw pictures of Shawn and I walking into the hotel. I read some comments, deciding I shouldn't have. I heard the bathroom door open and out walked Shawn.

Half naked.

Water dripping down his chest.

His chocolate brown curls in a flat mess.