You eyed Shawn across the bar, heart swelling as he turned and caught your gaze. He sent you a tiny wave accompanied by a smirk, and then resumed his mission to get you a drink.

His gig was the next day and he'd dragged you here to get a feel for the atmosphere in action. He wanted to know how different the crowd was from any of his previous performances, and his jitters were evident in the way he was carrying himself.

He insisted on coming to your house early so he could watch you get ready, and he'd proven to be completely mesmerized with you, commenting on every little thing you did with your makeup. He'd slipped away when you were curling your hair, wandering into your closet and picking out something to wear. You were hesitant at first, but it wasn't that bad.

He was paying the price now, though. He'd chosen your tightest jeans and a sheer, very low-cut blouse that showed off way too much cleavage.

The music vibrated the floor beneath your feet as you watched Shawn slip the bartender a ten-dollar-bill, grabbing both vodka tonics and sauntering over to you.

"Hello, handsome," you smiled, looking up at him to meet the gleam in his amber eyes.

"Hello yourself," he grinned, leaning down to nudge your nose with his, "thanks for doing this with me."

"Anything, babe," you took the clear drink, giving it a swirl in the glass. "If it's gonna make you feel better, so be it. We're here for research."

"For science," he giggled, pushing up on his tiptoes to get a good look at his surroundings. He'd really thought this through—even wore his boots with a little heel to give him a better view of the atmosphere.

"Shawn, it's gonna be fine," you sighed, reaching out to rub his cotton-clad side. "Babe, look at me," you insisted, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek. His eyes flickered down to yours, crinkling at the corners at the sight of you. "You've done this so many times. You'll be okay."

"But you've never seen me perform," he grinned, leaning a little closer, "And, I don't know, I just really want to be successful this time. Gotta get serious," he said softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. "And speaking of serious," he smiled, "I'm like, seriously in love with you."

"Smooth, Mendes," you chuckled as you brought your drink up to your lips.

Though you'd come to get a feel for the ambiance, Shawn was having a little too much fun. He was on his fifth round of shots when he turned to you, eyes wild and lips curled in a wide smile.

"What?" you asked, taking note of his rosy cheeks and messy curls. He was so drunk.

"You're just so pretty," he giggled, completely stunned as his eyes raked over your face.

"You're drunk," you chuckled, reaching out to touch his jaw. You felt the stubble beneath your fingertips, eyes travelling over his chiseled cheekbones as his eyelids fell shut, a deep inhale entering his nose. Such a sucker for your touch.

A soft giggle escaped his lips, causing you to laugh in response.

"What is it?" you asked, confused at his sudden mood swing.

"Mm, nothin'," he mumbled, flushed cheeks hardened with laughter. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you," he spoke, throwing his large hands up in surrender as he leaned a little closer, voice merely a whisper, "I'm hard."

"Shawn!" you snapped, lightly giving his arm a nudge. "Now? Why? Undo it, because we're here for you," you spoke, his giggles failing to cease.

"Come on, babe, just like, please, just a small blowjob or something," he giggled.

"Oh my god," you shook your head, shocked at his current state.

"Hey!" a familiar high-pitched voice called, pulling you from your conversation with your boyfriend.

Shawn's head swivelled in the direction of the source, and you noticed him tense up at the sight of her. Melissa was walking over to you with a stupid fucking smile plastered on her perfect face.

"Babe," you whispered under your breath, instinctually placing a small hand on Shawn's thigh. He turned to you, face suddenly cold.

"S'okay," he responded, placing his hand over yours. The action warmed your heart, and you were sure that everything would be okay.

"Whatcha doin' here?" she asked excitedly as Shawn stood up from the bar stool, pulling you to stand with him.

"Hot date," Shawn replied, causing a flush to rise in your cheeks. He pulled you in front of him, wrapping his arms around your middle as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"O-oh," she sighed, eyes flickering down to yours. Your hands were on top of his as his chest was pressed against your back. You were completely encapsulated by him.

"So, uh, if you could leave us to it, that'd be great," Shawn smiled, and you were shocked by his boldness. Normally he wouldn't be so forward. Perhaps it was all the shots talking.

"Right, okay," she half-smiled, "catch you later," escaped her plump lips as she walked away, but not before placing a hand on Shawn's bicep.

As soon as she'd left, you spun in his arms and rested your chin on his hard chest.

"What the fuck?" you giggled, squeezing his thin middle.

"I honestly don't know," he shook his head, cheeks rosy as ever. "Killed my boner, though," he laughed, tilting his head down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Do you wanna go?" you asked, running your fingertips over the soft cotton of his long-sleeve shirt.

"Mm, no," he smiled, "wanna dance with my girlfriend."

You raised an eyebrow at him as he released his grip on you and dragged you toward the stage where a jazz band was playing.

"Shawn Mendes? A dancer?" you giggled as he stared at you awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," he spoke, pulling your body against his. Sure, it wasn't conventional dancing, but it sufficed. His arms were wrapped around you and yours around him, and his long legs were stepping around and causing you to sway to the music.

"This is ridiculous, you're ridiculous," you laughed into his chest.

"Shh, I'm a very talented dancer!" he said in a serious tone, causing you to laugh even harder.

"So, babe," you spoke, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. "What's on the setlist tomorrow?"

"S'a secret," he mumbled with a smirk. "Why? Anything you wanna hear?"

"Um, no. I'm sure whatever you do will be great," you smile back.

"Really? I thought you would definitely request my Amy Winehouse thing," he raised an eyebrow.

Heat rushed through your body as you remembered back to the video of his performance and the effect it had on you. The way he moved his hips and gripped the microphone stand, the sweat dripping down his temples. The way his button-up was clad to his biceps, everything was perfect and pure sex.

"Oh my god, no, it's too much," you said, "If you do I might just have to take you right there on the stage."

A surprised look crossed his face as he stared into your eyes, "If that's what it takes for us to finally do the thing, then I might just add it to the setlist," he smirked, and you could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. This was not good.

"'Do the thing'?" you mocked, pretending you didn't know what he meant.

"Ugh, babe, you know," he muttered, cheeks red. "Sex."

You nodded, trying your best to contain a smile. He dipped his head down as you squeezed your thighs together, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear. A shiver ran up your spine as he spoke, "Baby, you know I've wanted you for so long."

"I want you too," you replied as he took your earlobe between his teeth. "It just hasn't happened yet."

"I know," he muttered, "and I want it to be perfect."

Your heart swelled at his words, the sudden realization that he'd put a lot of thought into this hitting you.

"I'm so happy," he breathed, pulling you from your trance and warming your heart all over again.

"Happy?" you smiled, meeting his amber eyes.

"Yeah. I've got music, and you, and a dog—well, two dogs, sorta," he trailed off. He considered your dog one of his and it was so sweet.

"I'm happy too, Shawn," you smiled, inhaling his musky scent as your fingertips danced up his sides.

"Do you want another drink?" he asked, already eyeing the bar.

"I could, but babe, the last thing you need tomorrow is a hangover," you spoke, reaching up to cup his stubbly cheeks.

He didn't listen to you, because before you knew it he was dragging you back to the barstools and ordering two more vodka tonics. The seventh drink must be the one that really throws him over the edge, because he was laughing and smiling and telling stories. All sorts. Personal ones, too.

"So tell me about this whole Geoff thing," you laughed, tensing up at the feeling of his massive hand snaking up your thigh.

"Okay, it's kind of embarrassing," he slurred, "but all the guys were at my house because I had a brand-new puppy, but like, still gotta have guys' night," he said, earning a giggle from you. "God, I love your laugh. Anyway, she didn't have a name yet, we were gonna call her Jo or some cute shit like that, but I wasn't feelin' it," he spoke, completely immersed in the story. "So we were all drinking and my buddy—your buddy now, too—Geoff was like, 'Wow, you're such lightweight, Mendes!' and of course I wasn't having that. I was all, 'Bullshit, I can outdrink you any day,' and then he challenged me. Told me if I could I had bragging rights but if I couldn't, I'd have to name my dog after him."

"That's amazing," you giggled, catching a glimpse of his perfect teeth through his wide smile.

"How about you? Protector-dog?"

"Yeah. My parents didn't like me all alone in the city so they insisted I get a big dog. Thing is, Chloe wouldn't hurt a soul," you sighed.

"Well, you've got me, now. I'd fight to the death for you," Shawn muttered, swirling his drink.

"Clearly," you teased, alluding to the Greg incident just a few days prior.

"Hey, that was mean. Say you're sorry," he spoke, sounding offended but also joking. His hand was clutching his chest as his lower lip curled into an adorable pout. Drunk Shawn was a delight.

"I'm sorry, baby," you smiled, peeling his hand from his heart and interlacing your fingers. He squeezed in response, causing you to twist on your seat to face him properly. The bar stools were close together, so your thighs were pressed against one another and sandwiched by his, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Mm, kiss please," he smiled, leaning in for a sloppy peck. "Better, you're forgiven," he slurred, releasing your fingers and placing both on his hands on your thighs.

"Wanna go?" you asked, earning a nod from Shawn as you both downed your drinks. You ordered an Uber to your house as he paid the tab, unable to help yourself from admiring his butt in his tight jeans as he leaned over the bar top.

"You ready?" he asked, placing a large hand on the small of your back as he tried his best to lead you outside.

He leaned on you as you waited for the car, his weight threatening to knock you over as he had a hard time supporting himself. The ride back was comical, and you watched intently as Shawn tilted his head back in the seat and stared a the ceiling. He came-to when you placed a hand on his thigh reassuringly, but his intoxicated self pushed it further up, leaving your fingers ghosting over his bulge.

"Shawn," you muttered, shaking your head.

"Just a little," he whispered, leaning over and resting his heavy head on your shoulder.

"We're almost home," you spoke.

"Home?" he perked up, leaning back to meet your gaze.

"I meant, you know, at my house," you muttered, embarrassed by the slip-up.

"Home," he nodded with a smile, breaking eye contact and looking out the window. Once again he was warming your heart, and you were really starting to picture a future with him.

"Thank you," you spoke to the driver as Shawn climbed out of the small car, leaning up against the sign displaying the parking bylaws. You followed as he slung an arm around your shoulder, both of you making your way up to the front door. You made quick work of the key in the lock, pushing through the door with Shawn following closely behind. Both puppies were jumping at your knees as Shawn kicked his boots off.

"You can go get ready for bed, I'll take them out for a pee," you spoke, grabbing both of their leashes from the hooks. You used to only have one, but since Shawn was over all the time, he showed up with a new hook for Geoff's leash and put it up himself. It was the sweetest thing.

"Don't be too long," he muttered with a smile, leaning down to kiss you but bumping your head as he began to lose his footing.

"Easy there, tiger," you giggled, placing a hand on his chest. "I'll be up in five."

You took the dogs into the front yard so they could relieve themselves, taking a seat on the front step and fishing your phone out of your back pocket.

Three texts from Geoff in the last minute.

"I'm on the phone with Shawn"

"Oh my god, he's so gone"

"This is incredible. He says he misses you though so go back inside"

You laughed to yourself, grateful for the teddy bear of a man laying in your bed. You called the dogs in and unhooked them, grabbing Shawn a glass of water before retreating up the stairs and creeping into your bedroom.

"I love her so much, man. Her eyes are so pretty. She's dreamy. Her laugh like, ruins my life. It's everything. And those thighs? Dear god, fucking juicy, ma-"

"Juicy, eh?" you laughed, walking through the door and catching him off guard. He was laying on your bed, fully clothed and in the dark. His phone was upside down against his ear before he dropped it upon your entry. You switched the lamp on as he hung up the phone, turning on his side to face you.

"Hey baby," he smiled, eyes shut.

"Come on, pants off," you spoke, sitting on the bed to help him get changed.

"Oh? Am I getting a lil somethin' somethin'?" he mumbled with a smirk, reaching down to undo his belt.

"No, Shawn," you laughed, "you've gotta get changed. You're not sleeping in your jeans."

"No, I'm sleeping in your bed," he smiled, "my girlfriend's bed. In your bed. Our bed? Still your bed, for now," he slurred.

"Come here," you made grabby hands at him, causing him to shuffle over so you could peel the skinny jeans from his long legs. "Shirt, too," you spoke before pulling it over his head. "Drink this," you spoke, handing him the glass of water as you walked into the washroom to take your makeup off.

Within a few minutes you were ready to go to sleep, so you shut the washroom light off and entered the bedroom once again, laughing to yourself. He was sprawled out, fast asleep. The glass of water was empty and back on your nightstand, and he hadn't even bothered to get under the covers. You slipped out of your clothes and pulled one of his t-shirts over your head, flicking off the lamp and curling up into his warm side.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Love you," you responded as he wrapped a strong arm around your back.

"Love you more," he yawned, "still want a lil somethin' somethin' though."