SEÑORITA -- Shawn Mendes

Part 5

Opening your eyes it takes a couple of minutes for your brain to figure out where you really are. The sun is beaming through the window, gently warming your legs that are not covered by the blanket. It reminds you of the first time you woke up in his bed, but this time he is not next to you, it's just you laying there, head heavy on the pillow as you still feel quite exhausted from everything that happened yesterday.

Reaching for your phone on the nightstand you see a text from your neighbor letting you know that she took Gordon in. Thank God he was out on his nighttime lurking when those creeps showed up at your place last night. He would have had a heart-attack for sure. Liv, your neighbor is a nurse, she lives alone and likes to have Gordon over anytime, but you mentally note that you have to drop by to check in on him sometime later today.

It's five past ten, meaning that you still have a couple of hours before you have to be at the diner. You pile your hair up into a bun to the top of your head as you push yourself up from the bed, heading out of the bedroom.

Shawn's figure is leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter, phone in hands as he is ready something deeply engaged in it, his brows knitted together. Hearing your feet tapping against the floor his eyes move up and seeing you his face changes immediately.

"Hey," he softly greets you as you make your way into the kitchen and stop a few feet away from him. "How are you feeling?"

Tossing his phone to the countertop he steps closer and brushes your untamable baby hairs back from your forehead.

"Tired," you say closing your eyes a bit feeling his touch.

"When do you have to be at work?"

"Half past 12."

He nods acknowledging you still have some time.

"So do you know what happened last night?"

When you got to his place you felt too tired to ask any questions, so letting it all go you went straight for the bed, curling up by his side and falling asleep the moment your head rested on his chest.

A weary sigh escapes his lips as his large hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Eyes fixated on his handsome face you are eager to find out what really happened.

"I don't... I don't want to stress you out."

"I'm already stressed out," you point out the truth.

"Yes, but..." He sighs again, biting into his bottom lip before his eyes return to you. "I want to talk to the guys first. There are some things that I want to discuss with them and I don't want to get you all worked up until I haven't figured everything out."

His reasoning is kind of understandable, but you still feel like you deserve a little something to ease your curiosity.

"Then just tell me, was it Wade?"

"Not personally, but I'm sure he is involved," he nods, guilt flooding his eyes as he stares down at you, fingers sliding under your shirt on your waist.

You have a thousand other questions regarding the incident, but you want to respect his will to discuss it with his friends first. You feel like it's something logical to do and you don't want to stress about it all day if even he doesn't know entirely what the situation really is.

Licking his lips his hands move to your hands, taking them gently as you see him struggling to find the words before finally speaking up.

"Can we talk about the other things that happened yesterday?"

He is the opposite of his usual, witty, confident self as his eyes are searching yours, trying to read your thoughts on the suggestion.

"Sure," you nod.