* This is a smut for you guys cause that seems to be the thing you guys enjoy the most😂 Yes, I do know that tcsotc exists it's just I'm unsure where to go on it next so I'm gonna put that story on hold for now. Same with the Hard to Hide Smut, but I'll get round to them. The problem I find is that I'm always in different moods to write different things so it just depends on my mood. Also, the picture above is probably gonna be the honest death of me like every other picture of Shawn 🤤
Hope you like this one xx
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*Shawn POV
I woke up in a sleepy daze as I stretched out my long arms tiredly, further than I normally would. Like I guessed, the bed was empty so I had the full king size hotel bed to myself and therefore, more room to stretch out in the morning. Although the bed was empty, I'd still kept to the left side of the bed and not even rolled over naturally on to her side throughout the night.
It was just automatic, I guess.
Even when she wasn't there it was like I'd been so used to sleeping on my side that hers was a boundary not to be crossed.
I sat up, the crisp white sheets tumbling down to my waist, coming just above the waist band of my boxers. I randomly stretched my arms out some more then rubbed my eyes so they could focus on the fact that it was morning. I ran my right hand over my lightly hairy chest and then slumped a bit when I remembered last night. Images of our fight flashed through my mind as if it was a dream that didn't taunt me and play in my head during the night and had instead saved itself for this morning. I rubbed my eyes again, harder this time, trying to rid the thoughts from my head.
Not what I want on a Friday morning.
I flopped back down onto the slightly hard mattress and sighed loudly, huffing a few chocolate curls out of my face in the process. I rubbed my face as well, trying to get rid of the path we both left behind from last night's drama. I attempted to reach over to grab my phone, trying to not move from my position as much as possible. My fingertips tickled the side of the phone case so I used that method to tickle the phone towards me so I didn't have to move to get it.
Once it was finally in my hands after more effort than the whole tickling thing was worth, I turned the lock screen on, only to be blinded by the harsh light. I squinted, adjusting my hazel pupils to the brilliant brightness of the screen. The time read 9:43AM.
For fuck sake, I'd woken up 45 minutes before my alarm was meant to go off.
I sighed more vigorously this time and ran my hands through my wild brown waves, tugging tightly on them.
Nothing was going right.
Everything was going wrong.
Ever since last night, it's all just gone down hill.
I contemplated whether to try to go back to sleep or to get up and have a warm shower to relax. Personally, I preferred the first option but the knock on my hotel room door quickly made the final decision. Andrew, my manager, casually strolled in, whistling merrily.
Ah shit, not this again.
Andrew is always trying to find something out whenever he starts whistling. I suppose this is gonna be about last night. How the actual fuck does he know that I'm awake. He's fucking sidekick, I swear. God it feels like a shitty Monday even thought it's a Friday.
"Andrew, enough with the suspicious whistling and cut to the chase," I say impatiently. He instantly stops whistling and sits down on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed and shit. His expression reads "don't give me the attitude; it's not my fault some serious shit went down." I just rolled my eyes typically.
