An amused smile played at Shawn's lips as he stared back at Tyler. "Yes, yes it is."
"I knew it," He cheered, clapping his hands together. "And now back to shots!" Shawn raised his hand and immediately a flustered looking bartender rushed to our tables. He ordered us three rounds and they were set in front of us a few minutes later. We each grabbed three off the tray, but Shawn only took one.
"Just one?" I questioned as I took my first shot.
"Just one." He confirmed.
I rolled my eyes at him and took my shot, grimacing at the taste of vodka burning down my throat, and quickly reached for my champagne to chase it down.
"Chasing alcohol with alcohol, are we?"
"You're not fun," I muttered in response. I took my next two shots, the familiar buzz of alcohol flowing through my veins. Tyler stood up immediately after he finished his third, begging us all to to dance. Aaron, Alice, and I all jumped up and followed after him.
"Norah!" Shawn's raspy voice snapped. I turned around to find him still sitting at the table, watching me intensely. "Do not dance with anyone else."
"Then you dance with me."
"No." I rolled my eyes as I turned away, already planning on ignoring his requests. He was the one who had wanted to come and if he wasn't going to dance with me, then I would have fun with someone else. Tyler squealed and pulled me through the mass of dancing bodies where my friends were jumping around like idiots. I giggled and started swaying my hips to the beat. Aaron's hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him.
As soon as he did that, I felt the need to look at Shawn. I snuck a peek over my shoulder to see him glaring at me, hands clenching the edge of the table. He caught me staring and narrowed his eyes. "Stop," He mouthed.
I immediately stepped away from Aaron. "I'm going to get more drinks," I half-yelled in his ear.
I was going to need more if I had to deal with Shawn's piercing light brown eyes all night. I quickly marched to the bar and ordered myself another shot and a mixed drink. I took the shot and carried the drink back with me to the dance floor, immediately jumping back in with my group.
"Norah!" Tyler squealed, throwing an arm around my shoulder. We bounced up and down as I tried to keep my drink from spilling over the edge.
"Tyler!" I cheered back, giggling drunkenly.
We danced stupidly and after a few minutes, whispering something about a cute boy across the dance floor. I winked as he waltzed away and downed the rest of my drink. I was thoroughly drunk by now. Alice and I were both dancing around Aaron as he laughed with us. He held up his hand and I spun around beneath him, stumbling over my feet and into the arms of someone else.
"Hi!" I grinned drunkenly up at my savior. "Thanks for catching me!"
The nice looking blonde smiled down at me warmly, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Wanna dance?"
I giggled into my hands and started swaying my hips to the beat, tossing my head back as I moved. He moved expertly against me. I threw my arms around his shoulders as the song changed. We slowed down our movements in sync.
"You're a good dancer," I yelled in his ear so he could hear me.
He leaned down closer. "So are you!"
Smiling, I turned around so my back was pressed to his front. I lifted my arm up and caressed the back of his neck as we moved. His grip on my waist tightened and I could feel his breath coming out in harsh pants against my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as the bass (and vodka) flowed through my veins. And suddenly he released me.
"S-sorry, dude. I didn't know," He yelped. I frowned as I turned around to face him, only to see him staring over my shoulder wide-eyed. He quickly scrambled away from me as I whipped around.
"I told you not to dance with anyone else," Shawn hissed, holding out a hand for me to take. I stared back at him and crosses my arms in defiance.
"That sounds like your own problem."
"Norah, don't," He warned.
He took a step closer and this time I took his hand reluctantly and let him pull me back through the sea of dancing bodies. When we got back to our table, he sat down and motioned for me to sit beside him.
"No," I shrugged, shaking my head at him slightly.
"Yes."
"I'm going to dance. I didn't ask you to come tonight." He frowned and squeezed his hands together.
"You did not ask me, but I came anyways. Stay with me."
"No."
"Don't be difficult, Norah." I stuck out my tongue at him childishly and stumbled away back into the crowd. When I looked back he was absolutely fuming, running his hands through his hair and grabbing the ends as he watched me. I shot him a wink and grabbed the next man I ran into, a short brunette.
"Wanna dance?" I slurred. The man immediately started grinding against me. He was a horrible dancer, but I didn't care. I was too drunk, and I knew it would piss Shawn off. Not even 10 seconds of dancing later, the man was being pushed off of me and Shawn's arms were around my waist.
"Mine," He mumbled as he shot the man a glare.
The brunette withered under Shawn's gaze and scurried away quickly, stammering out an apology. I smirked up at Shawn and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Oh, so now you want to dance?" He grasped my hips roughly and pulled me against him, keeping his large hands firmly on my sides as he spoke. His forehead rested against mine, curls tickling my head. But the look on his face told me that I didn't dare pull away. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"Do not do that again," He stated hoarsely. In response, I raised myself up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He flinched away from the contact and looked down at me in surprise.
"Sorry," I giggled. "M'drunk."
"I know," He sighed, eyes softening a little bit.
"Now come back to the booth."
"We're dancing!" I whined.
To prove my point, I started swaying my hips against him. I tugged at his neck and brought his face to mine, resting our foreheads together. His eyes darkened as we moved together. He squeezed my hips one last time and released me. I stumbled back from him in confusion and pouted.
"Why aren't we dancing anymore? Was not fun?" Shawn leaned forward and I felt his lips brush against me ear.
"Dance for me," He commanded. I stared down at the ground as everyone moved around us. No one seemed to want to come within a foot of Shawn, probably because of the death glares he was shooting everyone.
"What do you mean?" I mumbled shyly. He smirked and ran his tongue over his lower lip, stepping out from the crowd.
"I am going to sit at the bar. Dance for me. Only me."
"Now?"
"Now."
I watched in silence as he stepped away from me. His curly head was taller than most in the crowd and easy to follow. He sat at the bar, was handed a beer, and then turned around. His brown eyes scanned the crowd for me. When they finally landed on me, he grinned mischievously and raised his beer to me. I scowled at him, walked closer so I was in his line of vision, and began dancing. If I wasn't so drunk there was no way I'd be doing this. I kept my eyes focused on him as he watched me moving to the beat. He slowly sipped his beer, keeping his dark gaze on me the entire time. I slowly raised my hands over my head as I turned around, tossing my head back and letting the music move me completely.
When I turned back to face him, he was no longer sitting at the bar. I could see the half finished beer and a bill sitting where he was. And then he was in front of me, wide-eyed and messy haired.
"We're leaving." He barked.
"I was danc-"
"You need to learn the difference between telling and asking. It wasn't a question. We are leaving," He repeated coldly. I could see the determination in his eyes and knew there was no use in fighting.
"Let me tell me Tyler," I sighed.
He gave me a curt nod and took my hand, letting me lead him through the crowd. Tyler was dancing with the skinny blonde. I grasped his arm and told him I was going, only getting a wide smile in return. He was obviously enjoying himself to much to care. Shawn basically dragged me out of the club. When we got outside, Andrew was already waiting with the car. The CEO slid in the backseat with me and stared straight ahead.
"My place or yours?"
"I'm not sleeping with you," I answered, annoyance showing through. I could see Andrew smiling in the mirror and let out a giggle. He immediately let the smile fall when he knew I had seen it. Shawn was less amused.
"Always thinking about sex, Norah. I was just wondering where you wanted to sleep." My cheeks blushed bright red and I turned to the side, pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the window.
"Mine," I sighed.
A few minutes later the car pulled up outside my apartment. We climbed the stairs quickly, hand in hand. Shawn watched in amusement as I fumbled with the keys, finally giving up in drunken frustration and tossing them to him. He slid them in easily and swung open my door, flipping on the lights as we stepped in. I immediately went to the kitchen.
"Food?" I questioned, already heating up leftover Chinese.
"No thank you," He responded curtly. "I was thinking there was something better we could do."
"Better than eating?" I gasped, feigning shock. I turned away from the microwave with my hand over my heart.
"Do tell me more."
"Are you teasing me, Norah?" I smirked playfully at him as I pulled off my heals and tossed them to the side.
"I'm not capable of waiting for food. No matter what for."
"Are you capable of running?"
"Running?" I repeated, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. He leaned forward on the counter with a chilling gaze, behind which I could see a hint of amusement.
When he spoke, his voice came out in a low whisper. "Run."
I let out a squeal and took off running around the kitchen counter. His footsteps followed quickly behind me. I ran around the couch, circling him, and turned to where he stood on the opposite side. The boundary divided us as he eyes me with a cocky smile on his face.
"Are you teasing me, Mendes?" I grinned as I kept walking to stay opposite of him.
"Oh no, Norah," He responded condescendingly. His brown eyes held a playful light that I had never seen before.
"Can't you see I've already won?"
"You haven't won!" I protested, gesturing to the couch to prove my point. "You still haven't caught me."
I watched the daunting man as he slowly tugged off his suit jacket and ran his hands through his messy curls, eyes never leaving me.
"You said you weren't capable of waiting for food. And now look where you are."
"Yeah, not being attacked by you," I scoffed.
But because I was focused on the perfect man, I failed to see the wall right behind me, which I ran straight into. I giggled drunkenly at my mistake, but quickly shut up as I felt his body trap mine against the wall. My breathing hitched in my throat as his familiar scent hit me. He placed his hands on either side of me, cocking his head to the side with an amused smirk.
"I win," He whispered.
And then his lips pressed to mine, tongue easily pushing through my lips and into my mouth. One of his hands travelled down to my waist, gripping it tightly as he pressed his hips into mine. His other hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of my neck, pulling me as close to him as he could mange. A low grunt escaped his lips as my hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck.
"Norah," He breathed against my mouth.
I had never heard my name said more perfectly than when it was spilled hoarsely out of his mouth. I moaned softly in response. His hands fell from my hair and he stepped back, running his tongue over his lower lip. I watched him warily, heart pounding and chest heaving, trying to recover from the passionate kiss. I felt as though I could collapse at any moment. But he looked like the usual, composed CEO, only sign of the recent make-out session was a slightly out of place collar. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his perfection.
"You should sleep," He muttered.
I reached forward and adjusted his collar in response, peeking up at him through my eyelashes and hoping he'd kiss me again. Shawn scowled down at me.
"I'm serious."
"Fine," I huffed in frustration, brushing his shoulder angrily as I passed him. He followed me silently to my bedroom, where I collapsed in my bed without bothering to change.
"You aren't going to change?"
"Go away."
"Are you mad at me?" He questioned.
"M'drunk and tired. Go away," I groaned, tugging the covers over my head to prove my point. I heard his footsteps tread quietly through my room, and the sheet was pulled back over my head. His bright green eyes peered down at me.
"I will see you soon, Norah."
"Whatever." His smile quickly faded.
"Do not be rude. I know you want to see me too."
"You're conceited."
"I think you like that side of me."
"I'm trying to sleep," I scowled.
He clenched his jaw and straightened his back, stepping away from my bed. I snuggled closer to the bed for comfort as he peered dauntingly down at me. "I will see you soon." He repeated, angrily this time.
He raised his eyebrows, as if he was daring me to give him the same reply as before. I buried my face in my pillow and avoided his gaze as I answered. "See you soon," I grumbled.
He left and shut the door behind him, and the breath I had been holding finally let out. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I couldn't wait to see his controlling, passionate self either. And hopefully more of the playful side I had seen tonight. Damn him, and his stupid Gucci suit. I laid in bed imagining tiny Tyler in one of lanky Shawn's suits, and giggling uncontrollably at the thought, and then giggling even harder picturing Shawn trying to wear Tyler's clothes. I sent a quick text to Tyler at the thought, fingers stumbling as I tried to type normally.
To: Tyler, 1:03- Tyler what if you wore one of shawn's suits hahahahaahah
My phone buzzed with a response as I fell asleep. I would open it in the morning. I would also probably regret my drunken actions in the morning, because right now I was too sleepy to do that, and because thoughts of Shawn's lips swollen from from kissing were too pleasurable to regret.