Sold To A Jauregui

Chapter 21

(Raise your hands if you like Shawn ✋)

>SLIGHT SMUT WARNING

Y/n's pov.
I was carried outside of the bar by Shawn.

I was laughing at him, well, at how cute he was.

He gave me a smile and he walked to his hotel that wasn't too far from the bar.

The doors opened and he set me down when we were in the elevator.

"Fuck it." I heard him mumble.

Shawn pulled me closer to him and put his lips on mine.

I melted right there.

What the fuck are you doing?!

I kissed him back, the alcohol taking over my body.

When we got to his floor, we walked out while our lips were still smashed together.

He opened his door with his card and practically threw me on the bed.

I didn't know why, but it made me feel a wave of arousal.

( A/n: This is kind of awkward to write since I'm gay af)

"Lemme help you forget about Lauren." He mumbled.

He took his shirt off.

I looked at his abs.

Fuck.

I felt my phone vibrate sensing that somebody was calling me.

"I have to take this." I mumbled.

Shawn took my shirt off and kissed and nipped on my chest.

"Take it, but I'm not going to stop." He said with a smirk.

I took my phone out and saw that it was Lauren.

"Where the fuck are you?!" She shouted.

I giggled at Shawn who was kissing my stomach.

"Y/n. Answer god damnit!" She shouted again.
"In a hotel." I answered.

Shawn started taking his pants off and I stared at him as he did so.

"Where?! Who are you with?!" Lauren yelled.
"Shawn Mendes. I don't know where." I mumbled and hung up.

I moaned as Shawn kissed me.

Lauren's pov.
Shawn? Who the fuck is Shawn Mendes?!

I rubbed my head and decided to call one of my people.

"Hello?" I heard Harry's British accent.
"I need you to track somebody's phone." I said quickly.
"Number?" He asked.

I gave him Y/n's number and told him to message me when he's got something.

I changed and got in my car.

From: Harry
*Insert Adress*

I drove to the hotel, not caring if I was speeding or not.

I got out and talked to the receptionist.

She told me where Shawn was staying and I ran to the room.

When I got in front of a door, I knocked loudly.

"We're busy!" I heard a man shout.

That's him.

I knocked again and heard groans.

"What do you w-" I cut him off as he was going to open the door.

I punched him and entered the room.

Y/n was laid on the bed with her underwear and bra on.

He hasn't stuck his dick in her yet.

Good.

I took Y/n's clothes and carried her out of the hotel to my car, ignoring looks from people.

I got in and started the car and started driving.

"What were you thinking?!" I yelled as we stopped in a red light.
"What?! It's not like you actually fucking love me!" She yelled back.

By the time we were home, she had her pants and shirt on.

"Get back here! I'm not done with you!" I shouted at her as she stormed to the house.

I parked the car and ran after Y/n.

She was in the room laid on the bed.

"Did he fuck you?" I ask taking my shirt off.
"No. But we made out and he left hickies." She said with a smirk.

I pulled her up and ripped her shirt and pants off.

"You're going to be fucking punished for what you did." I growled.