Training Mendes // s.m.

fourteen

Millie
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Shawn leaned down and pressed our lips together. He moved his arms to my waist and lifted me to the counter. My tiny arms went around his broad shoulders and pulled him close to me. Our lips collided in a fast manor.

It was fast, but passionate. His hands remained on my waist and his thumbs moved up and down on my hips. He moved his tongue across my lip and deepened the kiss. My legs carefully wrapped around his waist, the pain reminding me of the mere hours before.

I didn't know where this would go, I wasn't worried. He loves me. I think I love him. My arms moved and I let my hands slide over his shoulders, down his chest and to the hem of his shirt. I pulled it over his head, our lips disconnecting for seconds. Our eyes met and he was breathing heavily.

"Where is this going?" He smiled.

"I don't know, take me to my bedroom and we will see." I laughed.

He scooped his hands under my butt and carried me to my room. I let out laughs as he threw me to the bed. He was mindful of my legs and leaned over my body. Our lips reconnected and his hands held his body above me. One of his hands moved down to my shirt and pulled it over my head. I arched my back up, allowing it to slide away faster.

He let out a sigh as his eyes danced over my chest and stomach.

"I am obsessed with you." He hummed and moved to kiss down my neck.

He left little kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. My chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing following. He pressed his lips down my collarbone and chest. His hands moved behind my back and went to my bra clasp. I arched my back again and he undid it, the material becoming loose against me.

His hands moved the bra off my arms and tossed it. His eyes met mine, looking as if to ask for permission. I bit my lip and nodded. They basically lit up and he dipped his head down. He left kisses over my boobs and sucked on a spot, bringing the blood to the surface.

I pulled him back to my face and pressed our lips together. I moved my hands to his jeans and undid the button. He gathered the hint and leaned away from me. He pushed them down his legs and he leaned back over me. His eyes trailed on mine and I nodded again.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed.

He smiled and left kisses down my stomach and to the waist of my shorts. He hooked his fingers in them and carefully pulled them over my legs. I started to become nervous and my breathing became quicker. He came back to my face and pressed his lips to mine. The action made me feel safe and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He leaned down, our chests touching. I also noticed how ready he was.

My hips pressed up to his and he almost jumped away. He pulled from me and looked over my face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Shawn."

He nodded and moved down. He hooked his fingers in my panties and went to pull them down.

Until we heard a loud ringing from his phone. Shawn looked up and me and sighed.

"Leave it." He muttered and came back to press his lips to mine.

The annoying sound of his phone filled my room. Eventually, Shawn got off and grabbed it from his pocket, cancelling the call. He threw the phone on my dresser and went back to his wallet. He pulled out a condom and set it on the bed.

He came back to me and smiled.

"I am sorry, back to our program." He joked.

I laughed and pressed our lips together. They moved slowly, trying to make the moment again. Until, again his phone rang. He pulled away and went to grab it.

"What?!" He basically answered when he pressed the phone to his ear.

"Now? Seriously?" He sighed.

He looked at me, his face remorseful. I nodded and sat up, leaning to grab my shirt. I pulled it over my head and Shawn finished the conversation. I was disappointed, but I knew it was too good to be true. I sat back on my bed and he came over.

"I'm sorry, it was Dylan."

"Wow, way to kill the mood." I laughed, almost forcefully.

"Millie, I really want to make this right. Tomorrow night, I will take you on a date. I know where and we can try again." He smiled, pulling his jeans back on.

"Okay." I nodded, half thinking it was fake.

He frowned and pulled his shirt on. He pressed his lips to mine and put his hand on my cheek. We walked out to the living room and he put his shoes on. I was stood in my underwear and tee shirt.

He pushed his phone in his pocket and pulled his keys out. He looked at me again and frowned. He came over and pressed his lips to my forehead.

"I love you, I will make this up to you, mamas." He smiled and headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow, Shawn." I said.

He turned to me and smiled, nodding.

"See you tomorrow, I will call you later and tell you time and what to wear." He smiled.

I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest. He opened the door and rushed off. I frowned and sighed. I went to the couch and sat down, turning the TV on. I almost laughed as a picture of me in the hospital immediately came up.

"Millie Evans was spotted in the hospital earlier this afternoon. Witnesses say she had multiple cuts on her legs and she looked distraught and distracted. Some say they saw her answer the phone twice and not speak. Here with these pictures, seems a mystery driver came to pick her up. Some say they thought it was Mr. Mendes! However, the nurses said it was only her brother, Ethan Evans. Coming up next, The Late Late Show with James Corden is getting backlash for a certain comment!"

I laughed at the segment. They had barely any facts and just wanted a story. I slowly stood from the couch and went to the kitchen. I pulled a frozen meal from the freezer and threw it into the microwave. I had cancelled most sessions with my clients and sent them to a friend, not feeling like training anymore. It was my passion, but so was writing.

I sighed and pulled the meal from the microwave. I used a fork to mix is and went back to the couch. I ate it as I watched another channel. I quickly finished eating and went to my room. I found Shawn had taken the shirt I had taken from tour and left his new one. I half smiled, hoping he did it on purpose. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled his on. It smelled like him and I smiled.

I crawled into my covers and grabbed my phone from the stand. I scrolled through twitter, seeing people comment about my hospital visit. I rolled my eyes and set my phone on the bed. I turned on my ringer and shut my eyes.

I was woken up to my phone ringing, checking the time and it said 12:39. I rubbed my eyes and answered it, not checking caller ID.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He chuckled.

"What's up."

"Our date. Tomorrow at 8:30, wear something comfy and warm." He sounded giggly.

"Are you drunk?" I laughed.

"Nope, sober. You just make me really happy."

"See you tomorrow, Mendes."

"Night mamas."