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Chapter 6 - Feeligs

SHAWN

It was seven o'clock in the morning on Wednesday, and Shawn was exercising in his private gym, to the sound of Bruno Mars who played on his sound system. He enjoyed these moments very much, because they were the only ones he could spend with himself and his thoughts, and they didn't give him much comfort lately.

Since Brian's father's dinner he felt restless, and his concentration was seriously compromised, only because of a girl he could not get out of his head. He closed his eyes and saw her dance with graceful and sensual movements, and if he tried a little he could imagine her dancing only for him within the four walls of his room.

He was going crazy, he was sure. How could he fantasize about a girl he might never meet again? He didn't know anything about her, he didn't know where she came from, what her name was, or where she lived, but the memory of her at that dinner exerted a strange fascination on him that he couldn't understand. Is it possible that he had been for so long without anyone in his life, that his lack left him like this, to the point of going out into the city looking for someone he had only seen once?

Shawn knew that if the problem was only physical, it would be easy to solve, because he had a huge list of names in his private agenda on his cell phone, and just dial a number and have what he wanted in the blink of an eye, but that lately did not satisfy him anymore. He was tired of going out with girls just for physical pleasure, because when he came home alone, he felt dissatisfied as if none of it made sense.

In fact, he missed having someone to understand him, to wait for him when he got home at the end of the day, to listen to him when he needed to let off steam, and make love to him with his heart and not just with his body. He had not known for a long time what it was like to have a pleasant evening, have a wine and have an intelligent conversation with someone. The girls he went out with seemed to be so dazzled by the star Shawn Mendes that they didn't care who he was inside. All they had to do was be seen with him at any party, thus promoting their careers in gossip magazines, and if these meetings gave them a torrid night with the prince of pop music, it would be a bonus that they wouldn't give up.

Shawn turned off the treadmill on which he ran and used it every morning in order to improve his fitness, because the amount of shows he did during the tours were so intense that he needed these exercises to help him endure the physical wear and tear that his travels required of him. He took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked to his room with the intention of taking a bath before going to work.

He opened the door to his room, and was surprised to see his sister lying on his bed reading a book.

- Aaliyah, what are you doing here?

- Good morning to you too, Shawn. Can't you see I'm reading? - she replied petulantly.

- Don't you have your own room to do that?

- Yes, but sometimes I like to read in yours just for a change.

- And from what I can see, you took one of the books from my Harry Potter collection. - Shawn asked, feeling a wave of love for his sister. Aaliyah was one of the few people who didn't treat him like he was royalty, because her brother's fame didn't dazzle her. Contrary to what it should be, all that publicity around Shawn's image bored her, and he often heard her complain to her mother that she hated no longer being able to walk the streets anonymously like any other girl. Running away from reporters and paparazzi had become a routine she hated, and the girl always asked when that madness would end and she could have her brother back?

- I didn't know they were exclusively your property. I imagine that if they are on the shelf anyone can read.

- Aaliyah, this is my room, so it is my property. Just tell me what you are doing here, because I know that it is not for books. You've never been interested in them before, and they've always been in the same place they are now. - He said, waiting for her answer.