It's Complicated (Shawn Mendes Fanfic)

Chapter Five

College is starting in a week, and I can't help but feel nervous as the days pass by. Unfortunately, today was Monday, meaning Mother had to go back to work, leaving me all alone to fend for myself.

I wandered around the house, looking for something to do. I grab my phone, and my fingers hover around a specific contact. No, I don't want to bother him, he's probably busy.

It's only been a couple days since I met Shawn, but somehow it feels like I've known him for years. He's just so comfortable to be around, and in general so sweet and kind.

It feels good to say I've made a friend. Even if it is, only one. It's more about quality than quantity. Without even thinking, I clicked on the contact and texted him.

Serenity: Hey I'm bored
If you're free, I was wondering if we could meet up someplace
Shawn: Sure, I'm available
Where to m'lady?
Serenity: Um..
The park?
Shawn: Sure I'll pick u up
Send the address, will you?
Serenity: No it's okay, I'll meet you there
Cya in 10

I trust Shawn and all, but it's not safe to be home alone with someone, even if it was him. Besides, I don't want to take any chances of someone else finding out where I lived. 

I grab my phone, text my mom where i’m going, and walk to the park. I don’t have my drivers license yet, and I don't think my mother can afford to pay for another car at the moment, especially with college being so expensive. I’m taking the photography course in San Diego City College. I wonder what college Shawn is going to..

I walk into the park and smile as a gentle breeze passes by and I hear the chatter and laughter of the playing children. Honestly kids are so cute! I spot Shawn talking to some kids, and I approached him. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Can I get a picture?” the little girl asked Shawn shyly, and he beamed, “Of course, sweetie!” and they took a picture. He said goodbye to the adorable little girl and just noticed my presence. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, shooting me a sheepish smile. 

“How is it that everyone loves you? It’s like you’re famous or something,” I say, nudging him in the ribs playfully. He laughed it off lightly, but he seemed a little nervous. 

“Are you implying that you love me?” he asked playfully, to which I rolled my eyes dramatically, still smiling at him. I couldn't help but feel giddy as his eyes met mine. I felt captivated by them, not being able to tear my gaze away from those spectacular brown eyes. I felt his gaze drop down to my lips for a split second before looking away. Okay then.

“I never asked, what’s your full name?” I ask him curiously. I told him my full name the first day we met, but he never told me his. “It’s Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. Yes, I know, long,” he says chuckling. “Shawn Mendes..hmm..it suits you,” I note with a lopsided grin.

We chatted for what seemed like hours, until the sky grew dark and most of the kids in the park had gone home. “Hey I'll walk you back, it’s not safe to walk home alone at night,” he said like a true gentleman. “No Shawn it’s okay, I’ll manage. Thanks anyway,” I say, reluctant to letting him know where I live. Word spreads fast. “No seriously Serenity, I walked here too, it’s no trouble, I assure you,” he says, not wanting me to be walking out alone. “Shawn I said I'm fine,” I say a little harsher than intended, getting up from the bench and walking away.

I walk briskly, wanting to be home before my mother so she won't freak out. Just to be safe, I texted her that i’m walking back from the park. Wanting to reach home quicker, I took a shortcut from my usual path.

Not looking up from my phone, I collide with a hard chest. I shove my phone in my pocket and look up, apologizing immediately, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”  I say, looking up to meet his gaze. He was a tall, broad shouldered man, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Not wanting to be around him much longer, I started walking away, when I felt a cold hand snake around my wrist tightly. Pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to break free of his grasp.

“Where do you think you are going sweetheart,” he says, an edge to his voice as he pins me up on the wall, his breath reeking of alcohol. My heartbeat quickens as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to mine. 

I will not let some drunk pervert take my first kiss. I toss my head to the side, thrusting my arms out in an attempt to free myself from the clutches of this evil man. “Help,” I scream desperately, but he clasps his hand over my mouth, trying to keep my mouth shut. I bite his hand, and he quickly removes it from my mouth but doesn’t loosen his grip on me. 

Tears spill down the side of my face as he removes one of the straps of my top. I don’t want to be raped! Not again.. I should have just listened to Shawn when he offered to walk me home, now-

Suddenly the man is thrown off of me, but my vision is blurry, so I could only make our brown curly hair. Shawn. “Sh*t, I never should have let you walk home alone, this is all my fault,” he says took at the knocked out man on the floor. I wipe the tears from my eyes quickly, clearing my vision as I threw my arms around Shawn, sobbing. His eyes softened at the sight of me and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I pressed the side of my head on his chest as I held onto him tightly, tears flowing like a waterfall.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay..cmon lets get you home,” he says, running his fingers through my hair soothingly. I sniffled as I reluctantly let go of him, smiling a little at the splotch of tears in his shirt. “Sorry about..your shirt,” I say, to which he waves it off. I stare into his eyes, that of which held concern, worry, and something else I still couldn’t figure out.

“Thank you, if you hadn’t been there, who knows what would have happened,” I say, sniffling again. “How did you find me?” I ask him, thankful that he did. “I followed you, I wanted to make sure you were safe,” he says, worry in his eyes.

“Your welcome, now c'mon, let’s get you home,” he says, holding my arm lightly in a comforting manner. His touch sent tingles through my body, and I didn’t want him to ever remove his hand.

We walked together, me leading the way to my house. He swore that he wouldn’t leave me until he saw me enter my house safely. I sniffled again, and shivered as the cold air hit my skin, sending me in chills. “Are you cold?” he asks me, but doesn’t wait for a reply as he removes his hand briefly as he takes off his jacket. I missed his touch almost immediately, god what is up with me today. He hands me his jacket, but I shake my head, merely replying, “You need it more than I do.”

He shook his head, “Nonsense,” and put it on me. Blush crept onto my cheeks at this small but thoughtful gesture. The jacket smelled like him, and I smiled, pulling it closer to my chest. He was such a great friend, so caring and kind, and devilishly good looking. I slowly intertwined my fingers in his, silently thanking him. First he tensed at the small gesture, but slowly relaxed afterwards.

I could see faint red appear on his cheeks, and he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we approached the doorstep of my house. I slipped out of his hand and smiled at him, “I can’t thank you enough Shawn,” looking up to meet his gaze. He stepped forward and gave me a hug, “I’m just glad I got to you in time, before anything happened.” We stayed there for what seemed like minutes before I finally pulled away, smiling one last time at him. 

“Oh wait, Shawn I almost forgot, your jacket!” I say as realization occurs and I proceed to take off my-I mean his jacket. “No, keep it, I insist,” he says, as he turns. I gave him a small wave as he walked away, probably heading home now. I unlocked the door only to see my mother raising an eyebrow at me, clearly having watching our exchange on the doorstep. Oh dear..