Training Mendes // s.m.

forty-four

Millie
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After Shawn's show, we sat backstage for a few minutes. Shawn didn't want to leave right away, but I was exhausted. I had someone drive me back to the hotel and went to the room. I took off my clothing and changed my clothing.

I had brought a few scandalous outfits, just to get my fix before I was going home. I changed into one and fixed my hair. I sat under the covers and scrolled through twitter, waiting for Shawn.

I eventually fell asleep, him taking longer than I expected. I was woken up to him coming in the room. I rubbed my eyes and he smiled.

"Hello, fiancee." He came over to the bed.

He kicked his shoes off and sat down. I frowned and he sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"I got dressed for you, and you weren't here." I crossed my arms.

"Dressed?" He asked.

I stood up and he smiled.

"Damn." He muttered.

He came over to my side of the bed and held my hips, pressing his lips against mine. He didn't taste like alcohol, but there was a weird taste on his lips. I pushed the thought away and we fell onto the bed.

We woke up the next morning, groggy from the nights excitement. I rolled to lay on his chest, pressing kisses. He put his hand on my head and played with my hair. I smiled and made small circles on his chest. We sat like that for a while.

"Well, I guess we should shower and head out." He yawned.

I nodded and moved off him.

"You can go first, I'm tired."

He laughed and got up, heading to the bathroom. His phone dinged again and I groaned. I grabbed it and saw it was from the Rose girl again.

Rose
Loved the show! Had
so much fun ;)

I stared at the message and felt myself growing more and more nervous. He wouldn't cheat. Last nights actions played through my head.

He stayed after.

He tasted weird, different.

He came back really late.

I bit my lip and set his phone down. I texted Ivan about meeting. I left a note for Shawn, saying I ran to get breakfast. I went to Ivans room and knocked on the door. He opened it and I stormed in.

"Tell me right now." I said, my voice wavering.

I could feel the flood gates holding back, but knew it wouldn't last.

"Tell you...?"

"Tell me he is cheating on me and it's not in my head."

His face went thirty different emotions and he sighed.

"I told him to stop." He started.

I let out a sob and the tears just started streaming.

"He didn't mean to. It was only supposed to be a friend thing. They met at one of the concerts. But, last night..."

"Stop, just stop talking." I put my hands over my face and tried to process what is being told to me.

"Millie..."

"No! No! You knew and didn't even want to mention it?"

"He said they were friends. Last night was not Shawn, I don't know what happened."

"Oh my god, we had sex before and after the show. But after he had sex with another girl?" I sobbed.

"They didn't have sex." He interjected.

"Than what?"

"They made out, she tried to push it. He almost let her, but the venue needed us out."

"So, he stopped because the place needed to clean. He would've done more?" I asked.

"I don't know. Like I said, that wasn't Shawn. I don't know who that guy was."

I started to hyperventilate and Ivan took me to sit down.

"I want to go home. I want to leave. Get me a flight out of here." I begged.

"Okay." He nodded.

He called someone and got a flight arranged.

"We have to go soon. What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I'll stay here, Shawn won't think twice if you tell him I was arranged with a car from the magazine company." I told him.

"I'll stay and then leave when my flight comes." I muttered.

Ivan hugged me and I sobbed. I tried to think of why Shawn would do that, who that Shawn was. I couldn't even manage to.

Ivan got his stuff together and left me in his room. He told me he would text me when the bus left. I nodded and he left. I sat on the couch and waited for the text.

It felt like hours. The text came and I went back to the room. I grabbed my stuff and put on shoes. Ivan texted me the flight details and I found the car that was meant to take me. I texted Ivan to make sure Shawn doesn't answer the phone when I call.

I called in the back of the car, waiting till it went to voicemail.

"Hey Shawn, Ivan told me what happened. I think that we need to break up. I can't... I can't even manage to think why that would happen. We were engaged. We had sex before and after! You had sex with me after you made out with another girl. I will be moving out. I don't want you to contact me, ever. I don't want anything to do with you. I hate you."

I finished the voicemail and hung up. I looked up apartments and quickly found one, it was miles from our, Shawn's house. I called the number and told them the situation, they gladly accepted and said I could move in whenever fit for me. I sighed and got to the airport. I flew to California and arranged for my stuff to be moved out of Shawn's on the flight.

When we landed, I had 30 missed calls and 15 texts from Shawn. I ignored them and wiped my eyes as I grabbed my bags.

I didn't hate many people.

But, Shawn was now one of them.

THE END.
Just kidding, kinda. This is the end of Training Mendes. I want to thank everyone for the endless support on this journey. I am also excited to announce there will be a second book! The chapters created are under editing and they should be up soon.

I am so thankful for everyone for creating this book. I lost connection with the characters and had a hard time creating chapters, but I do feel this next book will have more connection.

Thank you all!
The author <3