One Of The Boys// Part III
Hey guys, thank you for all the love for this story. I can’t believe how many people actually enjoy this! Here is the next part of the story, I hope you enjoy it. xx (Typos and grammatical mistakes are probably everywhere, but whatever.)
Summary: You and Shawn are best friends. Little did he know that you are in love with him. Unfortunately he is only looking at you like a little sister.
Shawn x Reader
This wasn’t your plan. You
didn’t know that it would get out of hand and still it happened. You
and Shawn haven’t talked since the incident on his birthday. Even
though you missed him, you weren’t going to be the one who comes
crawling back to him. He was the one you needed to apologize and you
have been waiting for it, but fourteen days later and he still didn’t
call. You tried everything, but there wasn’t a way for him to like
you the way you liked him. You were done waiting for him.
A lot of things happened since the party. You and Scott got pretty close. That was also one thing, which wasn’t planned, but also just happened.
After Shawn left the room, you rushed out of the house. You didn’t care about people seeing you cry or how your make-up was all messed up. You were just tired, all you wanted was to go home. You squeezed past some people, until someone softly grabbed your arm.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Scott was concerned, he softly stroked your arm. You didn’t look up, still quietly sobbing.
He took your hand and squeezed past another bunch of people, taking you somewhere quiet. Scott didn’t ask what was going on and you were thankful for that. You were sitting in silent for an hour or so without talking at all. Not even when you broke down once again and cried your eyes out. He just held you in his arms and drew circles on your back.
The sound of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. You grabbed it and opened up the new message.
I’’ll be there in two minutes. X
A small smile crossed your lips. You took your jacket and ran down the stairs. When you left the house, a familiar car was already standing in front of the house and a happy Scott was waiting for you.
You opened the car door and got in the car. He leaned over, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hey.” You said underneath your breath and belted up.
Toward one a.m. Scott accompanied you home. Even though it was a summer night, it was pretty chill. Scott offered you his jacket, which you gladly took. You haven’t talked much, but the silence was comfortable. Since you lived next to Shawn, it was a short walk.
You smiled halfhearted and turned to the door, your hand already on the doorknob. But something held you back from going inside. You turned around and gave Scott a quick kiss on the lips. It wasn’t very long or something special, but still good. You breathed a “thank you” and left a surprised Scott.
You were on your way to a friends party and to be honest, you weren’t really feeling it. But you couldn’t say no to Scott, not after the things he did for you. You weren’t sure if you both were an item, but he made you happy or at least you tried that to yourself.
The drive to the house where the party was wasn’t that far. About fifteen minutes later you were at the house and the party was full on. The music was loud and you could hear people laughing and shouting.
Scott helped you get out of the car and you straightened the wrinkles of your skirt, while he wrapped his arm around you. In the past you weren’t really a party person, to you it didn’t make much sense. Teenagers who drank to much and than did some terrible shit. No, that wasn’t the way you liked to spend your weekends. But since you changed your appearance, your plans also changed. Instead of shooting hoops with Shawn and watching movies, you were spending time with Scott and his friends at parties.
You walked threw the corridor past drunk people and straight in the kitchen.
“Do you want something to drink?” Scott asked and pointed at the draft beer.
You shook your head and he shrugged with his shoulders. He poured himself a cup full of beer and started a conversation with some guys who were also their to fill up their cups. A while you were standing next to them, but they kind of ignored you, so you excused yourself by telling them that you need to use the bathroom. You didn’t really know the person that lived in that house, therefore you had no other where you could go.
You walked around, until you decided to go upstairs. You needed a quiet place to escape the chaos, so you thought that it would be a good idea to go upstairs. Carefully you opened the door at the end of the corridor, entering a bedroom. With a sigh you sat down on the end of the bed, resting your face in your hands.
A bang made you look up. Before you could even wonder, who or what it was, you already knew the answer. Shawn weaved in to the room, holding his head. When he saw you, he abruptly stopped walking. He was drunk, you could tell by his eyes. His view was glazed and his face was pale.
“(Y/N)…” He murmured. He tried to take a step forward, but almost lost his balance, realizing that it would be better if he wouldn’t move. You stood up and assisted him while he was walking towards the bed, helping him to sit down.
“You are drunk.” You said emotionless and carefully sat next to him. He chuckled and nodded.
You didn’t bargain for him to be at the party. You didn’t even know that he knew the person who threw the party. Especially him being drunk was something that never happened. He knew his limits that’s why you were surprised by his actions.
Shawn laid his head on your shoulder and sighed, you could smell a mix of his perfume and alcohol. You missed him, but having him so close to you didn’t ease the pain, it made it even worse.
“I’ve missed you.” He buried his face in your hair, making it hard for you to understand him properly.
“I’ve missed you too.” You whispered back truthfully, biting your lip to suppress the tears.
“Hmm…” His breathing was getting calmer and his body got heavier. You knew that he was falling asleep. You lifted his head carefully, trying to place his gigantic body on the bed, so that he was actually lying on it. Quite a while later you actually succeeded, leaving you breathless.
Shawn looked peaceful. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. You couldn’t help yourself, but softly caress his cheek.
“(Y/N)…” He suddenly said, opening his eyes a little. Surprised by him being awake, you pulled your hand back.
“Yes?” You asked insecurely and felt the heat in your cheeks.
“You are so damn beautiful….” He sighed and a smile crossed his lips. You couldn’t help but smile too. You kneed next to him, so you where facing him. Only few inches separating your faces. His sleepy eyes were focused on your lips, making you bit your lower lips nervously
“You are drunk.” You said once again and laughed. You were laughing genuinely for the first time, since you fought with him. A warm feeling filled your body and your body relaxed. Shawn laughed too and nodded slightly.
“A little, but you are so damn beautiful.” He lifted his hand slowly and stroke a strand of hair out of your face.
“So beautiful.” He said once again, he lifted his head, making the space between you two even smaller. You held your breath, as he came closer and closer, until his lips were on yours. It was an innocent and sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm and you could taste the sweet alcohol. You pushed him softly way and looked at him with tears in your eyes.
“I can’t do this.” You whispered. He nodded, laying back on the bed.
You wanted to explain the situation, you wanted to scream at him, tell him that you loved him, but you just couldn’t. His breath got calmer and more steady. He was asleep. You whipped the tears on your cheeks away and stood up. You made sure that Shawn wasn’t going to fall out of bed, before closing the door behind you.