Katy Perry

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My birthday was coming up, May 16th. I was so excited. Finally turning 20, I mean, it was a huge deal. I finally wasn't a teenager anymore.

Shawn was super busy this last month, but he promised me, he'd be here for me.

The topic sex never came up again though. I didn't know if he changed his mind about it, but I definitely didn't.

"So, are you ready? This is going to be the party of the century!", Chiara said and hugged me.

Yes, she finally found her way to Canada, just like I did and she even joined my crew. So cool. I couldn't be happier. Well, maybe if Shawn was here, I could.

As we entered the club some of my friends booked for the party I was surprised about the amount of people in there.

My friends from AADA were here, Shawns friends and even friends from back home.

"OH MY GOD!", I screamed as I threw myself into the arms of my best friend, Kilian. Kilian was a tall, skinny boyish man with thick nerdy glasses, a long, thin face and blond hair and small amounts of a beard here and there.

And he was incredibly gay.

"Nats, how are you! We haven't seen each other in like forever. Happy Birthday, girl.", he hugged me back.

We chatted a little while, as well as with two others from Germany, their names were Julia and Vanessa, and we went through a lot together- well, Highschool.

But just as Kilian and I hugged again, I saw someone important enter over his shoulder. I excused myself and ran towards Shawn, who looked as good as ever in his plain white shirt and skinny jeans. "Hello, Birthday girl.", he said before catching me and lifting me up. I pulled my legs around his waist and he easily held me as he pressed a short, but meaningful kiss on my lips.

As he let me go I saw Kilian approach out of the corner of my eyes. I pulled him aside to introduce those two.

"Shawn, this is my highschool bestie Kilian, Kilian, this is my boyfriend Shawn.", I flinched a little as I said boyfriend. I haven't ever called him that before. It was new, it was nice.

The guys shook hands, but I felt a tension, coming from Shawn that I couldn't quite explain.

"Hey man,  I'm a huge fan.", Kilian dodged, but I knew him well enough to see that he felt the tension as well. And it made us both uncomfortable.

For the rest of the party Shawn stayed around his friends, not paying much attention to me or my friends. Kind of rude, to be honest. I've never seen him like this.

When the party was over (Kilian gave me a Harry Potter wand from Hermione, which I loved but also was kinda mad about, cause I explicitly said no presents), everyone went home. Kilian went to his hotel room. I promised him to show him around town. He had never been anywhere outside of Germany before, so it was really exciting for him.

Shawns apartment was a 5 minute walk from the club, so Shawn waited for me in front of the club, after I hugged Kilian goodbye.

As we walked home I couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you today? Is it your job."

He snorted angrily and at first it seemed like he would ignore me but then he stopped walking and turned to me: "My problem is that I'm gone for a little more than a month and what happens is that you hang out and even flirt with other guys right in front of me. Are you trying to punish me."

I saw the desperation in his eyes, and I knew he really felt bad. But that didn't keep me from laughing, hard.

"Shawn, Kilian is just a friend. We went through a lot together in highschool. He likes the same things like me. Like, literally the same things- including guys.", I laughed and I literally saw how the weight was lifted from his shoulders and he chuckled.

"Oh."

"Were you jealous?", I asked him, pinching him in his ribs, so je slightly jumped through the side.

He was really ticklish. And it was hilarious, especially since I wasn't ticklish at all.

"No... maybe a little bit.", he blushed, but then quickly changed the subject: "Lets go home. You still need to see my present. "

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a light jog, which for my tiny self felt more like a sprint.

As we got out of the elevator and walked down the hallway to his apartment I was finally able to breath normally again I gave him a mad look: "I said no presents."

"Trust me, you're gonna like that.", he smiled at me softly and pushed open the door.

His whole apartment was flooded with candles and rose petals, leading upstairs to the bedroom.

"What do you say?", he asked me, his eyes never leaving my face.

And I was breathless again. I turned to look at him and just nodded. So he gently picked me up into his arms and carried me upstairs, closing his bedroom door behind us.