It's Complicated (Shawn Mendes Fanfic)

Chapter Forty-seven*

Are y'all ready for the big reveal?!!!

Buckle up fellas.

The days flew by quickly, and pretty soon it was almost the end of August. I spent most of my time with my mother and Shawn, and I don't remember a time where I was happier. It's almost coming to an end though. Shawn is leaving in roughly a week. What will I do then?

"Good morning babe," I say, entering his apartment for another day. Only silence answered me. "Babe?" I call out again to hear no reply. I walk upstairs and peek in his bedroom-no one. I wander down the hallway.

I open a door to reveal a room with the walls entirely filled with guitars. Holy moly. There are other things that look like awards but I didn't want to pry. But damn that's a lot of guitars.

The next door was just a bathroom. I came across the last door in the hallway and open it. The cold hardwood floor chills my feet and gym equipment of all shapes and sizes are scattered along the room. Wow. I spot Shawn lifting weights. He turns to me with a smile, only wearing a tank top. His body gleams with sweat as he puts down the weights.

"Sorry I came in, I called out to you but you never answered and I- holy fuck," I gasp as he stands in front me. The view in front of me is breathtaking.

The tips for his curly hair stuck to his body, his face glowing with sweat that ran down his bare arms. His tank top was flush against his body so that I could spot his abs from a glance.

"Hey baby," he says, kissing me on the lips, "wanna hug?" I scrunch up my nose in disgust; the sweat was hot and all but ew, "Noo pleasee," I back away from him, "you're all smelly and gross. Take a bath first."

He laughs at me and smirks. Uh oh. Whenever he smirks it's either something he's plotting something or it's dirty. "Only if you take one with me," he says. See. Typical Mendes.

"In your dreams love," I say, ruffling his hair. I forgot that he was sweaty, so when I touched it I grimaced at the coarse and slimy texture.

He chuckled at my expression, "No but seriously. It would be fun," he pouts.

I stare at his plump, kissable pink lips and find myself giving in. Damn him and his puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, but we are not getting naked," I state. I'm just not ready for that kind of thing yet. "Sure. Just wear something of mine," he says as we leave the gym and walk into the bedroom.

I slide open the closet and move away all the fancy clothes to reveal his normal outfits. I dig into the basket to grab my bra and panties. Don't ask why I have them here, I just do.

Shawn told me to go ahead so I walk into the magnificent bathroom. It's the size of my room, no joke. I fill the large tub with lukewarm water and step in, wearing the same underwear I already have on.

I hear the bathroom door creak open and turn to see Shawn in boxers. He smiles at me before sitting down behind me in the tub.

We were both seated comfortably in the large bathtub and I could feel him place his legs around either side of me. The water level reached up until the middle of my breasts.

"Come here," he says and I turn around so that we are facing each other. I sit between his legs so that his member is pressing from underneath me.

I grab a handful of soap suds and plop it onto his curly hair. I giggle at how ridiculous he looks now and he laughs. I grab the soap bar and whisper, "You first."

I begin to rub the bar all along his creamy smooth skin. I brush over his wide shoulders and chest-which was heaving up and down at a speeding rate.