Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:
“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.
“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.
“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.
Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.
Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”
She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”
“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.
The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”
“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.
They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.
Three weeks later
She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.
“Excuse me, Miss!”
She turns around. “Yes?”
“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”
She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”
“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”
He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”
“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”
She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”
She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.
Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.
She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was.
Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.
She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.
She didn’t really get the hype.
Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her.
Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.
But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.
But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.
She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.
It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.
There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.
She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.
Not sexy at all.
And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.
He blinked twice.
She looked down at the parcel and up at him.
“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.
“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.
He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.
“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”
She shook his hand, saying her name.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.
“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.
He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.
He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.
Too handsome for his own good.
She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”
He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.
She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”
She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.
“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.
“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”
He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.
“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.
She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”
She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”
He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”
He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”
“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.
Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.
She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.
Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.
Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.
Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.
He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.
He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.
Or he could ask her.
He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.
And nice pillows.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.
The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.
He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.
Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.
There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.
He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.
He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.
He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.
His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.
She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.
“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.
“Yeah, I guess?”
“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”
She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.
“Sure! I got you.”
She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.
She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.
“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”
She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”
He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”
And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.
She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.
She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.
That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.
Maybe he isn’t home.
She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.
Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.
“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.
“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.
He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular.
She swallows thickly, looking down.
He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”
“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.
He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.
“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”
He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.
“Shawn? Who is that?”
A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.
And now she knows where his shirt is.
On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.
“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.
“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”
Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.
“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate - at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.
As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.
“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.
He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.
His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.
The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.
“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.
Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”
He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.
“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut.
“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.
He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.
“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.
He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.
She opens the door with an annoyed huff.
“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.
He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.
She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.
“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”
“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.
“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.
“I don’t care, Shawn”
“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.
“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”
She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.
He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little.
“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.
She tilts her chin up a bit.
“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”
She sounds distant and he sighs.
“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth.
He wants, wants, wants her.
“Really?” she says, barely audible.
She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.
He nods. Eyes dark.
“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.
“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”
She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”
His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”
His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.
It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.
“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”
“Just coffee,” he grins.
And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come.