𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 36

Seth Bishop - Shawn Mendes, Jonas Brothers - X, Ofenbach - Paradise.

---

Two weeks have passed and Shawn is driving into the small town just at the edge of Morocco, it's next to the border of Algeria. 

The houses are small and when we drive through the village I can already see the end of it. Shawn turns right and we arrive at the hotel we will be staying this week. 

It was a long drive from Rabat to Merzouga. Merzouga is a small town in the desert. On our way here we drove through a couple of big cities where we decided to spend the night. 

'We're here.' Shawn says with a smile when he parks the car.

I smile at him and quickly climb out of the car, pulling the suitcases out of the trunk.

'Beth, I can get those.' He says, putting his hand over mine.

I feel the wind in my hair and see the dark yellow sand surrounding us and for once I don't even fucking care about the suitcases. I remove my hand from my suitcase and walk away from the car.

'Welcome!' A man with a low voice says.

When I turn around I see a tall man with a dark blue djellaba standing a couple of feet away from Shawn. I smile at him.

He must be somewhere in his mid-thirties. He has a very handsome and well-groomed face. I don't think I've ever seen such a perfect beard. My dad's beard is grey and messy and let's not talk about Lucifer's beard.

'Heeey.' I say with a big smile while walking to him.

Shawn turns to look at me with shock spread all across his face. He is not used to me being this friendly. 

I walk to the man and stick my hand out to him. He shakes it with a firm grip and a big smile. We talk for a little bit and he asks me where I learned to speak Arabic and for the hundredth time this vacation I explain it again.

'Hey, baby.' Shawn puts his hand on my lower back.

He never calls me "baby", only when I'm mad at him or in the bedroom. 

Shawn puts the suitcase down onto the ground and sticks his hand out to the man.

'Hello, sir. My name is Ibrahim and I will be your host during your stay.' He says while shaking Shawn's hand.

'Hello sir Ibrahim, my name is Shawn and this is Elizabeth.' He points at me.

Why is he acting so strangely? The man fucking knows I'm Elizabeth, we just talked and I pretty much told him my whole life story in five minutes.

'He knows, Mendes.' I smile at Shawn.

We follow Ibrahim inside and he shows us to our room. When we put our suitcases down onto the bed he gives us the complete tour of the hotel. 

He shows us the swimming pool, the tents where people sit in after they've been under the sand, the public showers by the pool, the breakfast room and the bar.

'I have arrived in heaven.' I whisper when I lay down on the bed in our room again.

'How do you know about this place? I mean, it's pretty far away from the big cities.' I ask Shawn.

'Brian came here with his friends a couple of years ago and he told me it was amazing, so I wanted to take you here.' He looks around the room. 'And he was fucking right.' Shawn spreads his arms in the air.

'And tonight we'll have a romantic dinner at the pool with candlelights and a homemade meal.' He lays down next to me on the bed. 'And after that, you'll love me even more...' He whispers in my ear.