Rose [S.M]

Serenading

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Okay, sorry... a little bit later than expected but here is the new chapter!

The reason why this chapter is so late, is because my sister gave birth to her baby girl 2 days ago. As you can imagine I am flying somewhere on cloud nine right now and I cannot stop cuddling her.

So, don't be mad at me for the delay. I promise I am going to post more chapters from now on!

Enjoy!

xoxo, M.

Ps. Tomorrow I am going to pick the 3 people who have comment the most!! If you want to win, you know what to do! 😌 (Don't forget to follow my page)

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The sound of the waves crashing on the shore, wakes me up from my deep and peaceful slumber. I feel the soft material of the silken sheets underneath me. I open my eyes and see that I am no longer in the outdoor bed I felt asleep in. Instead I am in the most gorgeous bedroom I have ever seen. The door to the terrace is open, which makes the cool ocean breeze blowing on my face.

I look to my left as I expect to see Shawn but he is no where in sight. I spits my ears. I hear the soft sound of a guitar coming from somewhere in the house. A smile directly creeps up on my face. I love it when he plays the guitar. So, I waste no time and jumps out off the bed. I put on a bathrobe, that for some reason is laying at the end of the bed and follow the soft, calming sound of the guitar. As I stroll down the stairs, a disgusting smell of burnt food hits my nostrils. What the heck happened here? He probably tried to cook again. You see, the guy is good in many things but unfortunately cooking is not one of them.

Because of the open layout of this house, I see Shawn immediately as my feet hits the ground level of the house. He is sitting with his back towards me, with the wind blowing through his hair because he opened the doors to the terrace. He is too busy and in his own bubble to even notice my presence.

I lean against the wall to observe him but mostly to listen to the beautiful sound he produces. Did you ever thought about how unfair life is? Well, I mean look at Shawn. He has everything. Okay... he cannot cook but other than that he is pretty amazing. He has the voice of an angel, can play guitar and piano like a fucking pro, he is the kindest human being I have ever met and don't get me started about the way he looks... we will be here for a awful lot of time before I am done with that topic.

After staring at him for 10 minutes, I decide that its a little creepy what I am doing and that people are being put into mental hospitals for less. "That's an odd place for you to write music." I say out loud. I have noticed that Shawn mostly writes his music on balconies, for some odd reason. Shawn jumps at the sound of my voice. Which proves that my theory about him not hearing anything when he is in his 'zone' is correct.

"Jesus babe..."- he says as he turns his body into my direction faster than the lightning. "You scared me to death."

"Sorry. I was calling your name but you didn't hear." Of course that is not true but it's not like he would have heard it if I indeed would have said it.

"O really?."- I nod my head as I walk towards him. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was finishing up a song."

"Which one?." I say with sincere interest. I always love to hear one of his creations. Not that he is the biggest fans of me hearing it when it's not finished but well... sometimes you have to compromise with one another.

"Umm..."- he mutters awkwardly and scratches his neck. "Do you remember that morning in your apartment in New York? When you were also creeping on me?." He says with a smile on his face. Of course he knows that I didn't call out his name because I simply wanted to hear him sing. The kid is smart. I have to give him that.