Criminal pt.3

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Hey! This is part 3! I hope it's not too bad, haha.

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1 Year later...

It has now been a year. A whole year since I was taken away from my home, my friends. And this has been one heck of an unexpected year.

I couldn't even get my head around everything that's happened so far. So much has changed. It just seems unreal how things ended up like this. It feels weird to say this, but I'm not at all sad about being taken away from my loved ones. If anything I feel... kind of happy?

As cliché as this may sound, I had fallen for Shawn. Now I know what you're all thinking. Are you crazy? He kidnapped you! Trust me, I am aware of that. But I got to know him, the real Shawn.

The first few months I was here at his house, I was scared; petrified of what he was capable of doing. But then I realised he hadn't tried to do anything yet, he didn't even lay a hand on me. In fact, he was sweet.

He let me explore his huge house, he even had a library built in replace of his spare bedroom; just for me and my love for books. He gave me space and that's what I wanted. And after some time, I finally decided to open up to him.

We became good friends to one another, we did everything together. It was like he was my soulmate. Sooner or later we found ourselves in a relationship together. And boom, that's what we are now to this very day.

The feelings of me being scared had faded, and was replaced with love. I knew he would never harm me in a violent way. He made me feel safe and secure, even after what he did.

"Hey hun," I heard his soft voice from behind me, causing me to snap out of my thoughts and a smile broke onto my face.

"Hey," I giggled once his full lips made contact with my cheek. His kisses made me feel warm and loved inside.

I was stood in front of the table in the kitchen with Shawn standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my stomach, trapping me into place.

"I missed you today," The sadness was visible through his voice. There's only one thing I dislike with being his girlfriend; he was always at work. By work, I mean doing whatever criminals do.

Shawn has never really told me what he does as his day job, he keeps it a secret to 'protect me'. But I don't see how it's keeping me safe. Since he is already a criminal. But throughout the months I picked up little pieces of evidence, and now I am almost certain I know what he does; what he is.

A gang leader. As crazy as it sounds, it kind of makes sense. With all of the unfamiliar men running in and out of the house giving Shawn information, the guns. I just hope he is careful with his actions. The last thing I want is for him to be in trouble. Or injured.

"I missed you too," I sighed deeply and twisted myself around in his arms. I shivered against his damp clothing that was drenched with fresh raindrops. My eyes widened once I realised he was indeed wet.

I stumbled out of his grip and moved as far away from him as possible. "Eww, you could've warned me!"

Glancing down at my now dampened clothes, my eyes narrowed into a glare towards him.

"Come on, it's only a bit of rain," He chuckled, before giving me a devious smirk. My mind reacted instantly, and I then knew he was planning something. I could practically see a flashing light bulb on top of his head.

Without even giving me a chance to process, he began to shake his head back and fourth, causing tiny raindrops to splatter the whole room. Including the cream coloured walls, the chandelier, the floor, and of course me.

I screamed and shielded my upper body with my small arms, not as if it helped a lot though. After a few more seconds of repeating this action, he lifted his gaze up to mine and blew out his cheeks to hold in his laughter, making him look monkey like.

"You're such a dick!" I shouted, whilst wringing the front of my shirt.

"I know, It's pretty big if you ask me," He commented, glancing down at his man parts. "You should know, you've seen it enough times,"

I gave him an 'are you serious?' look, before letting out a loud groan and turning myself around. He is so annoying sometimes. My feet began to lead me out of the kitchen, but I was lifted up off the ground and pushed up against the wall.

The way I could tell it was Shawn by the fact his whole body was still wet. My legs were wrapped around his waist and one of his arms held me up by my thigh, whilst the other was placed above my head against the wall.

"I'm sorry, but it was too tempting," He laughed.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, and avoided his stare by looking in some other direction. You may call this over reacting, but this shirt is brand new, and it wasn't cheap.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry," He repeated. He was now aware of me ignoring him, so he moved his arm from the wall to my face, to turn my head in his direction. He moved his face closer to mine until our noses were brushing together, and made the move to connect his lips to mine so we were now kissing.

I was aware of what was happening, but I was still mad at him. So when I say we were kissing, I meant only him. I made no movement to kiss back.

He noticed this, and began to slowly peck my lips repeatedly. When I still didn't react, he pulled away, releasing a groan. "Baby, don't be like this,"

My jaw clenched and I gave him the ugliest glare I could ever pull. He again went back to placing pecks against my non-moving lips. "I'm sorry,"

This continued for another minute until I finally gave in, kissing him back with force. It's only a shirt, I can get a new one. He then smiled against my lips and let the kisses continue a little longer, until we were now making out.

His mouth opened against mine and I copied his actions. I sighed deeply, and wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer if that was even possible. Through his movement I could sense his stress radiating off the walls. He always seems to be stressed about his job, and I don't blame him; I would be too.

Hopefully things will be okay soon. I hate it when I can't help him with this. That's why I haven't decided to let him know yet; about our baby.

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Ooo, cliff hanger ;)

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