48 Hours is All We Need {S.M.}

Chapter Seven: The Toothbrush

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Published: June 28, 2020

Edited: January 8, 2021

Hey guys! I apologize about not posting last Friday. I have been busy with personal things. I hope everyone was safe if you were affected by the tropical storm Cristobal. 

I am hitting a few bumps in this story so the schedule for updates will be changed. I will be updating from now on once every two weeks. This is because I do not want to feel rushed in my writing. I want everything to make sense and look good. 

I hope everyone is doing well in general!

Also Thank you again. The likes, votes, views, comments - especially the comments - mean a lot to me. More so the comments! 

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     Sleep ended too soon for my liking. I barley registered my body sitting up as the sound of my phone went off. I forced my eyes to focus as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. It was vibrating as the screen shined bright. I groaned as the light was harsh against my sensitive eyes. I answered the phone without checking the ID.

      "What?" I asked. My distaste of being woken up was evident in my voice. I don't know how much sleep I was able to get but it did not seem to be enough.

      "Athena where the hell are you?" Brittny's voice sounded pissed.

      Shit.

      Memories from last night flooded back to the front of my mind. Running from a group of fans. Running away with Shawn Mendes from his fans. Him allowing me to stay the night in his room. I had hoped it was just a dream.

      My eyes glanced around the room as I caught sight of his suitcase in the closest. I quickly looked to the balcony noticing the oncoming sunrise. This cannot be happening. "Shit," I cursed as I crawled out of the bed. I quietly made my way to the door. I slowly opened it stopping as I spotted the passed-out celebrity on the couch.

     "Athena! Damnit."

     "Son of a..." I gasped as I reclosed the door. I leaned back against the door scratching my head. It happened. Last night was not a dream. I caught sight of my clothes on the dresser. I grabbed them before I quickly made my way into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me.

     "Athena, what are you doing?! I just noticed all your calls. I'm sorry I fell asleep, but where are you?!" Brittny asked. Her voice sounded frantic and annoyed. I did not blame her if she was annoyed.