WARNING- ITS ABOUT TO GET NASTY !
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Friday came much to quickly, and began with Tyler storming into my room at 6:30 in the morning, yanking the covers off of my perfectly asleep figure, and shouting nonsense that went something along the lines of 'wake the fuck up or Shawn will leave your skinny ass in the colonies!'
"Is this real life?" I screamed, sitting up in fury.
He crossed his arms and gave me a shit-eating grin that made me want to take his happy morning self and throw it out the window. "You look like a troll?"
I glanced over to the mirror, where sure enough my already unmanageable hair was sticking out in random directions, my makeup that I had forgotten to take off last night smeared underneath my eyes. He tried to stifle his giggles as I tried, and then failed, to comb out my hair with my fingers. I then turned to him with fire in my eyes.
"Why did you wake me up, and what is this colonies bullshit?" I seethed.
"You're going with Shawn back to the Mother Country in 2 hours!" He cheered. At my confused glance he put his hands on his hips and continued.
"You know...the Mother Country, as in Canada...because we live in the colonies. Have you even packed?"
"Yes. And Tyler honey the 'Mother Country is England." "His mom is British ,and you my friend are a Liar."
"Okay, so maybe I haven't. But I have a list in my mind of items that I need to bring."
"You're hopeless. Are you even going to have time to shower and pack?" He mused. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Yeah, its only 6- holy shit, Tyler! There is no way I'll be able to get ready in time!" I screeched, clambering out of the bed and high- tailing it to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower as soon as it started, so it was freezing cold for the first 5 minutes. When I finished, I threw my hair up in a towel and scampered back to my bedroom. My roommate already had my suitcase laid out and outfits arranged in 2 piles, assuming one for each day. He turned around with an innocent smile and held up a pretty maroon dress.
"Do you think this will be okay for the wedding?"
I almost tackled him right there, but refrained due to the fact that my towel would probably fall off and Tyler wasn't really that interested in women's bodies. I instead chose to give him messy kisses all over his face and shout 'thank you!' multiple times while I got dressed. After pulling on comfortable jeans and a sweater, I blow dried my hair and did my makeup quickly. My suitcase was packed neatly, coordinated by each day, when I came back into my room. This time I pulled Tyler into a grateful hug which he quickly returned before letting me go.
"You're the best roommate I could ever ask for. You know that, right?" I asked sincerely. He pulled me into another tight hug.
"Yes," He muttered into my neck.
"But to be honest, I'm in a rush to get you out of here so all of my boyfriends can come over."
"Oh hush." He pulled away with a smirk.
"Cereal for breakfast okay?"
"Yeah, I'll make the coffee."
By 7:45, I was packed and ready, my stomach full of Lucky Charms and a coffee in my right hand. Andrew would be here at any moment, and probably early if Shawn had anything to do with it. I waited patiently at the kitchen bar, catching up on the latest celebrity gossip and waiting for my drink to cool. As expected, Andrew arrived at 7:50 with a sharp tap on the door.
"Hey, Andrew." I greeted as I tugged my suitcase out of the apartment.
"Miss Wilson," He replied, taking the suitcase out of my grasp. "Let me get this for you."
I thanked him quietly and we headed down the stairs of my building to the usual waiting Range Rover. He put my overpacked suitcase in the trunk and I climbed into the back seat. We drove in a awkward silence, my only attempt at conversation coming in the form of 'Its cold in Pickering , right?' and Andrew replying with a nod. I stopped trying after that.
The airport was only a few minutes away, where we pulled into a side gate. He opened my door for me and carried my suitcase before leading me in a door. Shawn's back was to me as he sat, his phone held to his ear as I approached.
"I am sick of this. I will not deal with it anymore, Hailey....Do not contact me while I am in Pickering, understand? Yes. Always," He muttered. His eyes flickered up to me as I approached. "I will talk to you later, Hailey...goodbye."
He hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket as he stood to greet me, body towering over me as he pulled me into him. My hands fluttered up to his chest and he leaned down to give me a swift kiss on the lips.
"I'm glad you came," He murmured, thumbs tracing lazy patterns across my lower back. "And I'm glad you wore those glasses again."
"Me too. I think." I responded. He frowned and stepped away from me before offering me his hand.
"Come. The jet is waiting. And do not say anything about Hailey."
I let out a huff that I was so easy to read and we walked towards a different door that Andrew and I had entered from. The cool air greeted us as we stepped outside, a large black jet with the stairs down standing by itself. 'Mendes Enterprise' was written in bold letters across the side. I stepped up the stairs gingerly, only Shawn's broad hand on my back keeping me from falling down the steep steps.
There was a blonde women in a flight attendants suit waiting, whose smile quickly faltered as she caught sight of me latched onto Shawn's arm.
"Mr. Mendes, I was not aware you would be having a guest." He barely glanced at her as we stepped into the lavish cabin, complete with leather couches, a TV, a mini fridge and bar, and a door which I assumed led to a bathroom.
"Well, you should have been. Have the files I requested brought out immediately, as well as whatever Norah would like."
She turned to me with a fake grin. "What can I get you?"
"Uhm, some water would be nice," I mumbled. She left and I sat down on the edge of the leather couch beside Shawn, whose head was in his hands and his fingers were tugging at the ends of his hair. I tentatively reached out, letting my hand come to a rest on his shoulder. He stiffened and glanced up at me.
"Uh, are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask why you're wearing a suit for the plane ride?"
"I had a meeting this morning, Norah," He snapped.
I let my hand fall from his shoulder. "There is some work I need to get done while we are traveling. You should sleep. The time zone will throw you off."
"I've already had coffee, I won't be able to sleep," I shrugged.
"You should."
"Well I can't, okay?" I scoffed .
Before he could give the mean response that I knew was coming, the flight attendant re-entered with a bottle of fancy looking water that had a brand name I had never heard of before, and a large box with multiple files. She set the box on the table beside Shawn and handed the bottle to me before making her hasty exit.
I sipped on the water and watched him warily out of the corner of my eye as he began picking up the files and reading through them, making various marks with a pen that he kept in between his lips. After a few minutes, the plane began to roll down the runway and we took off, and I was already regretting coming on this trip. He glanced up at me when I let out a sigh.
"What is the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Norah," He warned.
I rolled my eyes before tucking my legs up under me in an attempt to get comfortable. "Do not roll your eyes at me. Talk to me."
"Are you going to be like this the entire?"
"Like what?"
A soft groan escaped me lips. "All business-like and distant. I thought you invited me because you wanted me to be here, not just so you could ignore me the entire time."
"I have work to do. But I want you to be here."
"Whatever," I snapped, turning away from him and pulling the latest People Magazine out of my oversize purse. I pretended not to see him glaring at me as I flipped through the pages and faked interest in Ariana Grande's new hairstyle. After a solid five minutes of him watching me, I threw the magazine down in frustration and turned to him.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Come here," He commanded, holding out his hand. I looked at him suspiciously and he gave me a small, reassuring smile that made me scoot closer to him. As soon as I was within reach, his long arms reached out and pulled me into his lap.
"Hi."
"Hi," I muttered in response.
"Are you angry with me?"
"Angry, no. Frustrated? Yes. I just want you to relax for once. You looked so stressed out this morning, and here you are on your way to a vacation reading some stupid files and ignoring me."
"Those files are the key to a multi-million dollar merger." I wrinkled my nose and pulled away to look at him.
"That's really cool and everything, but can't it wait? Your Parents are getting remarried. This should be a fun weekend."
"I don't have fun weekends," He responded briskly.
"Come one, Mendes. Let loose a little bit," I taunted.
Shawn looked pained, dark eyebrows furrowing as he cocked his head to the side. I took a deep breath and mustered up all the confidence I could, then leaned forward and began kissing his strong jawline. His grip on my waist tightened as my kisses trailed up to his ear.
"Please? For me?" I whispered. Shawn's body went rigid and he pulled away with wide eyes, running his hands through his messy curls once again. I played with the collar of his dress shirt before slipping my hands under the suit jacket and tugging it off his shoulders.
"Norah."
The jacket fell on the seat behind him and I went to work on his tie, my bony fingers working at the expert knot. He watched me intensely,brown eyes boring into me, as I undid the tie and it too, fell. I tried to keep up the confident act I was playing and unbuttoned his top two buttons. His breathing was slowly getting deeper as he watched me, eyes darkening. Finally I ran my hands through his curls, messing them up with a playful smile.
"Done," I said proudly.
"Now you look like a guy who just got off work and not a stressed CEO."
"You just want to undress me," He responded cooly.
"Do not!"
"Yes, you do. Now I'm going to kiss you, and I don't plan on fucking stopping until this plane lands." He whispered hoarsely before pulling me off of his lap and standing up.
I watched in awe as he strides towards the door to the cabin and locked it, turning around with a smirk. Shawn walked calmly back to the couch and sat down beside me, never letting his gaze leave mine. My palms began to sweat and he leaned forward to kiss me, his hands wrapping around my waist and pulling my body on top of his.
"Arms up, babe." He commanded gently.
I lifted my hands and he slipped my knit sweater over my head and tossed it to the side before crashing our lips together once again. His mouth moved to my neck, slowly sucking fresh love bites into the soft skin just above my collarbone.
"Shawn," I muttered.
His head raised from my chest, eyes full of concern and hair messed up from my fingers running through it. "Is this not okay?" He asked
. I felt the color rise to my cheeks as I slowly shook my head, indicating everything was fine. His knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "Then what is it, Norah?"
I chewed on my lower lip and glanced up at the ceiling, trying to decide the best way to not embarrass myself. "I...I uh, I want to..you know. You." "
Me?" Even in the one small syllable, his voice was full of amusement. I let my gaze fall back on his beautiful face to find his lips pulled into a smirk, dimples showing fully, and honey broen eyes staring back at me brightly.
"You know what I mean." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I blushed even harder, if possible.
"I am afraid I don't, Norah. Please do inform me."
"Stop it," I whined childishly. He let out a deep chuckle and buried his face into my neck once again. I gasped at the sudden contact, and let my hands knot into the hair at the base of his neck. He flipped us over on the small couch so that I was straddling his waist, a flustered mess on top of him.
"You know," He mused. "It'll be easier if you're on top."
I slapped his chest playfully and ducked down, my hair falling over his face. His breathing faulted slightly as I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. The fact that I made Shawn Mendes' breath come out in uneven pants was enough to make me easily close the distance between us and bring my lips to his.
His fingers dug into my hips as we kissed, tongues slipping together and breath coming out softly against each other's mouth. I reluctantly pulled my now swollen lips away from his, and moved to his neck. My fingers raked down his stomach, over his taut muscles and the trail of hair below his belly button, followed silently by my mouth.
Shawn's muscles clenched beneath my lips as I worked with his belt, slowly undoing it before unbuttoning the button on his black slacks. I peeked up through my eyelashes for a second to meet his dark gaze before I slowly tugged them down his legs, revealing the tight boxers that his manhood strained against. When my fingers began to trail along the waistband of his white Calvin Klein boxers, he sat up and clasped my hands with his.
"Are you sure?" He asked hoarsely, voice deep with passion.
"Yes," I whispered back.
With a breathy sigh, he fell back against the couch, chest moving up and down slowly. My fingers slipped under the waistband and grasped his erection gently. He let out a low hiss of pleasure. I began to pump up and down, keeping my eyes locked with his the entire time. For the first time in our relationship, I was in complete control. The confidence that I didn't know I had flowed through me and I slowly dipped my head down and wrapped my lips around him.
"Norah," He said softly. His hands wound into my hair, twisting the locks before releasing them and leaving me in charge. I peeked up at him as I began moving slowly up and down, flicking my tongue over the tip and causing him to gasp occasionally. My left hand wrapped around the base and gave a few more pumps, marveling in the power I had over this very attractive man. I glanced upwards to find his eyes half-closed, curls matted against the pillow, mouth slightly open with a sheen layer of sweat covering his forehead.
"Fuck," He hissed. I hollowed out my cheeks in response, letting my tongue run up the base of his erection.
"Norah." A few seconds later his hands were back in my hair, tugging slightly as I fought to keep my mouth on him. His chest moved up and down rapidly in response to my lips sucking softly on him. His fingers dug into the skin on my shoulder and he came with a deep groan, releasing into my mouth. His eyes slowly opened as he caught his breath, bringing his lower lip into his mouth and biting down.
When he had recovered enough, he sighed softly and said one word, letting it come out deep and husky and full of disbelief, as well as awe. "Norah."
I burst out laughing and rolled off of him, watching as he tugged up his pants and redid his belt. The button-down that was carelessly thrown to the side in the heated moment was now put back over his broad shoulders, covering up his v-lines that were making it very hard to control myself. He glanced down in amusement, looking very much unlike the stressed out man who had gotten on the plane with me not an hour before. The lines of stress on his face seemed to have disappeared. I sat with my back against the couch, hand over my mouth as I tried to stifle my embarrassed giggles.
"Why are you laughing?" He questioned.
"I don't know what to do after shit like that," I croaked, bursting out into another fit of giggles.
He slid down onto the ground beside me and pulled me into his lap, pressing kisses into my hair. "You're horribly awkward," He mumbled.
I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Whatever."
"I'm relaxed now, by the way."
"Oh my god."
He smirked and pulled himself up onto the couch, patting the seat beside him and smiling when I reluctantly fell back onto the couch. He pulled me between his legs, my back to his chest, and rested his chin on my head.
"You should do that more often and then maybe I won't be so mean," He teased.
"Oh shut up," I groaned.
"M'tired now."
"So am I. Go to sleep."
"You go to sleep."
"Do not start, Norah," He warned, letting his hands slip under my sweater and spread across my stomach. I rolled my eyes and nuzzled further into him.
"You know, if the rest of the flight is this exciting then we might never get off the plane."
"You're even making jokes? Are you even Shawn Mendes anymore?" I fake gasped. He chuckled deeply and tightened his arms around me. After a few minutes his breathing became steady, and not long after I fell into sleep after him, the sound of the jet engine the only noise in the room.