It's Complicated (Shawn Mendes Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-eight

Guys..this is the last chapter of this book.

But don't worry! A sequel will be up in a bit because I could never part with this story.

Enjoy :)

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I kiss his forehead and tell him to stay put, as I quickly go downstairs to fetch him so Ibuprofen and wet a cloth with cold water. I read online that I should keep him cool to bring his temperature down. I also brought filled up a bottle of water because he has to drink lots of fluids.

With the items in hand, I scurry up the stairs and back to Shawn's room.

"Here, take some Ibuprofen," I urge, handing him the bottle of water and the two pills. He smiles gratefully and gulps them down, drinking the water.

"Where do you feel hot?" I ask him. He half smiled, "Darling, I'm hot anytime, anywhere." I laugh and rolled my eyes but didn't deny it. He is hot. "Actually Shawn," I tell him and he touches his neck, signalling to me.

"Okay. Take off your shirt," I order, not looking him in the eye. He eyes me cautiously, "Is this just a plan to get me naked? If so, I'm totally down." 

"Shawnnnnnn," I whine, but I couldn't help but smile at his playful demeanor. He chuckles and takes off his shirt, pulling the covers off of him. I didn't notice the slight shiver he did..

I climbed onto him, cold, wet cloth in hand as I straddled him, his member pressed between my legs as I hovered the cloth above his skin. 

"This is really cold," I send out a useless warning as he nods and I press the cold cloth against his lower neck. He hisses slightly bit then closes his eyes and I move around, pressing the damp cloth against his sensitive skin.

He winces and maintains eye contact with me. I offer him a small smile and shift my position slightly to get his lower chest. 

His erection pressed against me and I clamped my mouth shut. I should not be feeling this way. He's sick. I'm treating the patient.

His eyes had turned back to the previous dark brown. I found myself missing the unique green-brown mixture swirl in his eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that," he spoke, a slight groan in his voice. "Like what?" I ask him, confused, as I step out of the trance he put me in.

"I want to kiss you," he spoke. I leaned closer until I was inches away from his pink lips and crimson cheeks. 

"Then do it," I say, brushing my nose against his. He smiles, "but I'm sick," he practically whines like a little kid. 

"Well I don't care," I tell him, crashing my lips against his as I got lost in the euphoric feeling of his soft lips against mine.

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I felt a little queasy the following month, just a week and a half before my flight back home.

I'm going to miss Shawn and his family. They have been so kind to me and treated me so well, I can't thank them enough.

Maybe I'm just nervous to go home. I try my best to ignore the slight pain in my stomach. My period just passed, so it's hopefully that?

I walk over to the bathroom and stare at the mirror, looking at myself for a moment.

These past few days, I've been looking at everything from a positive angle, as I stopped hating on my figure as much and started accepting myself. Something I learned from Shawn.

I wince as I feel a warm, thick liquid come out from the bottom of my throat-bile. I grimace and throw up in the rim of the toilet bowl.

I wash my hands and wipe my mouth clean-it smells disgusting and the taste still lingered in my mouth.

Why is this happening to me?

An abrupt thought entered my moment but I dismissed it as quickly as I could. No..that can't be right at all.

All throughout the day, that thought nagged me to the point where I had to test it, just to ease my mind.

Shawn's number flashed on the screen and I answered the call. "Hey, what's up?"

I hear rustling over the other end-Shawn must be walking around. "Oh, nothing, was just calling to check up on you and how things are going."

My eyes dart to the bathroom door, debating on whether I should tell him the truth. I sigh, "It's going rather slow. I've actually been drawing a bit," I say. I didn't want to tell him right now. Knowing Shawn, he would drop everything he was doing to come over and see if I was okay.

"Oh that's great. Sorry. I had some work at the studio but I'll be home around 5 if that's okay."

I nod, but then realize he can't see me. "Yeah that's good. Bye! Have fun!" 

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I fiddle with the pregnancy test in my hand. 

Do I really want to do this? What if I am actually pregnant? I'm really not ready, even Shawn isn't. If he finds out, he is definitely going to leave me and-

I need to relax. I'm not pregnant. If I was, I would have known already..right?

If I'm not pregnant, I'm never going to tell Shawn that I did this test because it doesn't matter.

If I am...I- I- I don't want to think about it right now. I'm not ready.

My shaky hands grip the test as I wait for the result.

Two lines appear. Positive. I tested positive. 

I'm pregnant.