Love Me

|Chapter 9|

Natalie Pierce Mendes

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed was disorienting at first, but I calmed down once I realised where I was. I looked to my right, seeing Shawn still fast asleep.

I walked over to my suitcase that laid against the wall, and grabbed a change a of clothes and a toothbrush, taking these items to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower tap and washed myself. Since I didn't have my own shampoo and soap I decided to just use Shawn's shampoo. It smelled really good.

I changed into a pink long sleeve tight shirt, tucked into a black high waisted skirt. I dumped the clothes I'd worn to bed last night in the laundry basket and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing my hair straightener in the way.

I plugged it in next to the dressing table and started to straighten my hair. After about an agonising hour of not trying to burn myself, I was left with one piece of my hair to straightened out.

"Hey.." A deep voice spoke suddenly, scaring me, making me drop the straightener onto my neck and then jumping back because of the burn.

"Shit. Are you okay?" Shawn spoke up, getting out of bed and running to me. He picked up the straightener from the floor and put it back on to the table, unplugging it.

He came closer to me to examine my neck.

"Shit. That's a fine burn. Let me go find some cream." He cursed, before walking to the bathroom. I sat down on the bed, waiting for him.

He finally came back, holding a tube of cream in his hands. He sat down on the bed next to me and started to apply the cream on my burn.

"This might sting a little." He murmured, his breath fanning on my neck.

The coolness of the cream touched my burn making me wince in pain. Shawn gently put the cream onto the entire area of the burn, and when he was done, he put the cream back in the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry." He murmured, staring at my watery eyes. Which were caused by the constant stinging of my burn.

"It's okay. It happens." I spoke softly, and got up, walking to the dressing table again. I picked up the necklace that Shawn had given to me a few days ago and tried putting on, failing to clasp it at the back.

"Here. Let me help." Shawn spoke up again. He got up and walked up behind me. He grabbed the necklace from me and examined the clasp.

"There something stuck." He murmured. He tried nudging it off with his fingers but failed. With a sigh he reaches forward and latched his mouth onto the back of the necklace, his lips touching my skin.

He leaned back again and was able to clasp the necklace successfully.

"There." He spoke.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"I'll.. uh.. freshen up." Shawn spoke, suddenly feeling awkward, and practically ran to the bathroom.

I shrugged, and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, checking my notifications.

Emma 💛
U n Shawn all good? Call me soon.

Alenaaa 💩
You guys fucked yet?

Aaliyah 💓
I hope my brother's being nice to you 🙄, he can be really dumb I'm telling you.

I chuckled at the three different types of messages I got. Geez. And Alena is definitely getting an ass-whooping from me when I see her again.

Mente sucia.

I grabbed my black ankle socks and wore them since I'd be walking around the house, and I cannot walk around the house with shoes on, no thank you.

While Shawn showered in the bathroom, I decided to FaceTime Emma and catch up with her. And she picked up on the first ring.

"Hey Nat, hows it going!" She squealed, her blonde hair flying around as she sat down on a beanie bag with a jump.

"It's okay. We just woke up." I shrugged.

"Oh my god is that a hickey??! Did you already-??" Emma started to shout, pointing out the burn on my neck.

"No no, you idiot! I brunt myself with my straightener." I clarified.

"Uhuh. Sure." Emma smirked making me groan.

"I'm going." I grumbled and ended the call before Emma could protest.

Shawn walked in at that moment, his curls messy and wet from a shower, his tank top wet and clinging to his toned body making me drool slightly.

Suddenly, he was in front of me, smirking. That's when I snapped out of it.

"Breakfast?" He asked me. I nodded. He already knew I couldn't cook, since we'd talked a bit while we'd danced last night. He'd promised to help me learn though.

He started to take out some eggs from the fridge.

"Oh and by the way, you smell great." Shawn points out with a smirk.

Holy poop.

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Why is this chapter so shitty 💩

Also as you've all probs noticed, there is a bit of Spanish in this story. If ya'll want me to translate while the story goes on please inform meeee. That's all.

Also also, I was wondering if any of ya'lls talented self could help make a cool cover for this story??

See ya'll on Thursday for the next update!

-Taylor💋