The Adventure of a Life Time (Shawn Mendes fanfic)

12. The famous mendes breakfast

I slowly opened my eyes to find it was still dark outside. I glanced at my clock, informing me it was only 7:00am. I rolled onto my stomach, placing my arms underneath my two pillows, burying my face deeper into the pillows.
"A few more minutes" I quietly grumbled to myself.

All of a sudden a felt a large weight fall on top of my slumbering body. I snapped open my eyes and turned to see who belonged to the large amount of weight laying on my back. His dark brown mop of hair was a mess and his nose was digging into my back, between my shoulder blades.

"Shawn!!! Get off me!!" I yelled.
"Why should I?" He mumbled into my back.
"Well, because a) you're squishing my insides, b) I can't breathe and c) I have a full bladder, which you are currently flattening." I stated with barely any air left in my lungs.
"Right. We don't want you wetting the bed." He sheepishly said whilst climbing off me.

I giggled and turned my head to face the wall.

"NO GOING BACK TO SLEEP AMY!!!!!" Shawn screamed.

I felt him fling the sheets and blankets off me. The cold air began to cover my body, seeping through my oversized T-shirt and fleece pyjama pants. I curled into a small ball with my eyes still shut. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me off the comfortable bed and gently placed me onto the carpeted floor.

"Come on, It's Tour day!!!! I'll grab some clothes for you to get changed into at my place. But first you and I are going to have the famous Mendes breakfast in our pyjamas." He said sternly.

I uncurled myself from the ball I was in and sat up, crossing my legs. Shawn began going through my wardrobe selecting a few items and throwing them onto the bed behind him. He finished picking out clothes and turned around to look at me.

He stood in front of me and stretched out his hands for me to take them. I placed my small, cold hands into his large, warm ones. He pulled me up, but kept my hands enclosed in his. We were standing so close together that I could feel his warm breath on my face. I looked up at Shawn, searching his eyes for something. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. We just stood there for a few moments deeply looking into each other's eyes. His cheeks slowly turned a rosey pink, a small smile appeared on his face as he looked down at the floor. I returned the small smile even though he wasn't looking and I could tell my cheeks matched the colour of his, just by the heat rushing into them.

I let go of his hands and awkwardly began swinging them around.

"So what do I need to bring for this amazing tour you're taking me on?" I asked Shawn who was still standing in the same place.
"Well, your phone, your clothes, a coat and whatever else you need to bring." He said.
"Okey dokey!!!" I exclaimed.

I went over to my wardrobe and pulled out a navy coloured backpack. I unzipped the bag and shoved in my clothes Shawn had picked out for me, two pairs of socks, some black vans, my phone, wallet and a small tube of Chapstick. I grabbed my coat off the back of my desk chair and slung the backpack over my shoulders.

"Let's go!!" I grabbed Shawn's hand and pulled him towards my bedroom door. We made our way down the staircase and to the door.

"Oh!! I better leave a note for my parents to let them know where I've gone." I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a near by post it note and pen.

Hello dear family

Shawn decided to give me a tour of Pickering and we don't know when we will be back.

xoxo Amy. (Greatest daughter/sister in the world)

I stuck the yellow note onto the fridge, turned on my heel and briskly walked back to Shawn who was waiting at the door. Closing the door behind us we began the short trek back to Shawn's house. I stopped at the end of the drive way and looked down at my light grey socks.

"What?" Shawn asked me, worry creeping onto his adorable little face.
"Mum's going to kill me if I get my socks dirty."

Shawn turned around with his back to me and bent over slightly.
"Jump onto my back, I'll carry you to my place." He said, turning his head to look at me.

I giggled and jumped onto his back. I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms loosely around his neck so I didn't choke him. As Shawn started walking back to his house, a lady that looked to be in her mid thirties, out on a morning jog, gave us a really weird look, then kept jogging.

"Did you see the look that lady just gave us?" Shawn asked me.

I looked down at him, then remembered we were both still in our pyjamas. I began to laugh and told Shawn. We turned the corner into Shawn's street, still laughing, we finally made it up the driveway and to the front door of his house. Shawn opened the front door, suddenly the air was filled with sweet and warm smells of pancakes, bacon, toast, eggs and hot chocolate. With me still on his back, Shawn walked inside and put me down onto the carpeted flooring. I took off my bag and placed it at the bottom of the staircase with my coat laying on top of it.

Shawn carefully grabbed my small hand and guided me into the kitchen. We sat down at the bench, just as Karen placed a large plate in front of us both. I smiled at her and mouthed a thank you. She returned the warm smile, then went back to cooking.

I turned my attention to the large white plate in front of me. Carefully inspecting it's contents of bacon, blueberry pancakes, scrambled egg and lightly golden toast.

"Karen, how did you know blueberries were my favourite?" I inquired.
"Shawn told me they were your favourite." She responded with a large smile on her face.

I looked over at Shawn, his cheeks turned red as he glared at his mum. He looked at me with blushed cheeks and grinned. I giggled, picked up the silver knife and fork Karen had provided and began to consume the delicious food that was in front of me.