Everything

47, Brianna

I watch Shawn rinse his hair and turn the water off when we've finished. I watch his back muscles flex as he moves around to grab things. He turns around, pulling me out of my trance by talking.

"Like what you see ey?" He teases and I glance at him before he walks to me, he kisses the top of my drenched head, making my heart leap. He opens the shower door, grabbing his and my towel. He pats himself dry before wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Can you hand me mine please?" I ask shivering as cold air seeps into the previously warm area.

"Come." He says, holding the towel out for me to walk into. I furrow my eyebrows and he shakes the towel, signaling me to walk into. I sigh and step into the towel before he pats my body dry. I giggle to myself as he begins to shake my hair around with the towel, trying to dry it. He brings it back down, wrapping me around it before holding me close. I find myself wondering how the fuck I got myself into this.

After grabbing my clothes and scattering back to the room, I realize it's 7.

"Shit, we spent an hour in the shower." I say, tightening the towel around my body.

"Well," Shawn says behind me, I hear him lock the door, "when your having fun time flies." He pinches my butt and I yelp.

"Your lucky it's your birthday." I mumble and he looks back at me, a tedious smile playing on his lips. I move past him and grab my things out the drawers. He stands behind me, his chin on my head.

"Your so short." He pokes my side and I turn my head.

"Why are you being so obnoxious?" I giggle again and he shrugs. I move from underneath him towards the bed.

"I don't know. I'm in a good mood." He shrugs, falling onto the bed. I turn away from him to drop my towel and he laughs, "we just showered together!"

"I'm insecure." I tease as I put in my bra and panties.

"You shouldn't be." He sits up as I turn around.

"Are you gonna come to school with me or am I going with Jake?" I ask, his eyes turn a dark shade with the mention of his soon to be step brother.

"Your going with me." He hisses and I shake my head, letting out a long breath. I put on my long sleeved, black, tight, Nike shirt. I glance at Shawn who's just admiring me. I tie my hair up into a messy ponytail before laughing at a memory.

"You know, 2 months ago, I hated you with every bone in my body." I say randomly and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Huh, well, 2 months ago I hated you just as much. Maybe a little more." He chuckles and I smile at him. I grab my blue jeans that are cut at the knees and slide them on, jumping to hoist them to my hips. Shawn laughs as he watches me struggle.

"Don't make fun of me!" I giggle, finally getting my pants on.

"Why the hell do you do that?" He continues to laugh, his cheeks turning red. I watch him, a smile plastered on my face.

A piece of wet hair dangles on the side of his face, giving him a look of innocence but we all know damn well Shawn Mendes is not innocent.

I reach my hand to his face and move the hair out of the way and he grabs my wrist. A sheepish grin glows as he pulls me closer to him.

"Shawn, I have to brush my hair." I smile, trying to move away but he pulls me until his hands are around my waist. I try to move away, knowing I'm only lying to myself by pretending to not want to be touched by him. His large hands run across my back, shooting chills up my neck.