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as the sun slowly set above the small italian town, you and shawn walked hand in hand through the streets and shared many laughters. shawn carried his guitar on his back.
along the small streets were dozen of petite restaurants which were filled with the locals. music was streaming as some people danced under the rose hedges and olive trees. they were chatting, laughing and clapping while everyone, besides minors, had a glass of red wine.
"they are so happy," shawn said as he pulled you closer and placed his hand on your waist.
"mmh, it's so beautiful to watch." you hummed, leaning into his chest.
"my view is better," he dipped his head down and cupped your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you chuckled before pulling away.
"you know i hate PDA," you shyly mumbled.
you had reached a small park now and sat on a white bench. colorful flowers surrounding you and a small lake in front of you made the ambiante breathtaking.
"mhh, can't help myself baby" he rapidly kissed all over your cheek. you laughed, shaking your head against his before placing it on his chest.
"can't believe you will be gone soon," you murmured after a few minutes. sadness crawling up your throat.
"don't- babe, let's not talk about it, okay?" he softly stroked over my head and pressed a kiss on my forehead.
"but-"
"y/n, no."
"why are you so stubborn about this? this is important to me." you sat up to properly talk to him.
"just let it be," he dropped his hands from you and looked forward.
ever since shawn and you met weeks ago everything had been a bliss. you catched feelings straight away and the two of you started a 'summer fling'. both of you knew that it would develop into much more than that, though.
but, shawn kept his mouth tight whenever you'd ask him about his life before Italy. he always said that it wasn't important or he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. because he was so perfect to you and you were head over heels, you always let it drop.
you huffed, "let it be? how can i ignore all those red signs you're sending me? i don't know anything about you! you know everything about me, you even met my mom! whilst i fell in love with a fucking name!"
"no! no, you fell in love with the person i am! why does my past, background matter? i am here, with you and i am me. you know me." he finally looked at you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you almost on his lap.
"you won't be much longer here and then it will all be over. and you'll leave with my whole biography in your head and I'm left here with nothing but a first name."
"baby, please. i get that that's a big thing for you but can we please drop this? for now, at least?" he pleaded with big eyes, softly massaging the back of your hand.
"fine." you sighed.
"i really love you, m'kay?" he kissed your lips, this time you didn't kiss back.
"if you'd love me, you wouldn't leave." you mumbled. he sighed but didn't respond. instead he grabbed his guitar and started playing some melodies.
"lemme play that song for you," he rasped.
as the song went on, shawn started to him and sang some words which were beautiful and went perfect with the melody.
"who's song is this?" you asked when he finished. your head rested on his shoulder.
"uhm, i don't know." he scratched the back of his head.
"it's beautiful." you whispered.
"i'm sorry for leaving. trust me, if i had any other chance, i would stay."
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later that day, the two of you were cuddled up in your tiny apartment. pizza boxes and red wine were placed on the small table of your balcony as you sat on shawn's lap and enjoyed each other's company.
suddenly, shawn's grip on your waist tightened before he attacked you with tickles seconds after. you shrieked and wiggled against him.
he then started kissing down your neck, sucking in your sweet spot. you let out a quiet moan before pressing your bum against his crotch. he hissed before pulling you in for a demanding kiss.
"look what you did here, kitten." he growled as he pressed his hard on against your ass.
you smirked, turning around before straddling him and kissing down his neck and chest.
"gotta take care of you then," you said.
and then you did, because, after all he would be leaving in less than a week. and even though you knew nothing but his first name and his personality, you were utterly in love with him. you knew you were fool for him and you weren't planning on changing that.
he would stay a mystery. don't we all have a weak side for mysteries?
