Mr. Mendes | shawn mendes

thirty-three.

I nodded, pulling my clothes off of the floor before going up the stairs. I pulled my clothes on, standing at the top of the stairs as I listened to the front door unlock, then open, while trying to pull my shoes on.

"Mendes!" A voice called, causing my heart to drop.

"Ange," Shawn replied, uneasiness filling his tone.

Of fucking course.

My father.

I quickly stood up, only one of my shoes on and the other in my hand. I tried to subtly, but quickly, make my way towards Shawn's room, only to stumble over the foot that had the shoe on.

Luckily, I caught myself on the wall, but my shoe had hit loudly against it. I inwardly groaned, grabbing the shoe to shut it up as the voices downstairs paused.

"Everything good up there?" My father's voice came, causing panic to rise in my chest before I quickly, but carefully, limped to the bedroom.

"Oh, yeah! The heater just makes weird noises when it kicks on." Shawn nodded, a nervous chuckle coming from him.

Their voices quieted down as I stepped into Shawn's room. I silently shut the door, setting my shoe down before taking the other off and walking towards Shawn's bed. I exhaled a deep breath as I fell onto the cool sheets, groaning softly.

I could hear laughter coming from downstairs, and I rolled my eyes, knowing how my father was. He'd be here, talking for hours probably, with Shawn.

I grabbed my phone, typing out a text quickly to Shawn.

Kick him out!!!!!!

My phone buzzed immediately with his response.

I'm trying! I didn't think he was going to stop by!

I shook my head, figuring I'd fix this myself. I pulled up my father's contact, typing out a message.

Hi, dad! I know it's getting late, but is it cool if I stop by? Just real quick to say hi!

I tapped my foot against the sheets impatiently, waiting for a reply. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.

J! I'm @ a friend's at the moment but I'll  leave now! See u soon.

I sighed victoriously, whispering a small "yes" before I sent back a thumbs up emoji. I figured I'd text him later when he gets home and let him know something else came up.

After a few more minutes, I listened to the front door open, followed by the sound of it closing.

"He's gone!" Shawn yelled, making me laugh softly and come out of the room.

"Are you all good up there?" He teased, making me pout.

"I was flustered! I didn't expect it to be my dad, so my mistake if I tripped." I pouted, rolling my eyes at him.

"I wasn't expect it, either." He replied. "Talk about killing a boner."

"Shawn!" I laughed, shaking my head at him before punching his shoulder jokingly.

"Hey, hulk, calm down." He groaned, dramatically rubbing his where I had hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard!"

"Shit, I think I'm already bruising." He continued, his lips curled into a frown.

"Shawn!"

"Okay, okay."

I leaned up on my toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, only for him to kiss back eagerly as his hands found my hips.

"Baby," I hummed, following him as he led us into the living room.