Maître GIMS - Où Aller, Maître GIMS x Dadju - Tu Ne Le Vois Pas.

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At the airport everyone is staring at me because I just can't stop moving. Shawn landed an hour ago and he asked me to pick him up, since I was the one who dropped him off three weeks ago. I'm waiting for him by my car, but I keep walking in circles. I must look like a crazy person.

'Hey Beth.' His voice is soft.

He suddenly appears behind me and when I look at him I almost start to cry.

He's wearing a hoodie, as always, and a pair of blue jeans. He's also wearing black shades, so I can't really see his eyes. A couple of his curls rest on his forehead.

He looks so good, and he looks fresh. As if this is the first time I look at him.

'Shawn...' His name sounds like a sigh when I wrap my arms around his body.

The warmth of his body feels amazing and I've missed it so much. His arms trail up my body and I inhale the scent of pine needles.

I am not sure whose heartbeat it is that I'm hearing, but I just hope it's Shawn's. I didn't realise I was crying until Shawn cups my face in his hands.

'Don't cry, babe, I'm here now.' He kisses me and I've never felt this complete.

Since when do I cry? What the actual fuck?! I'm not even on my period, what has he done to me?

The tears fall onto my blouse, and now you can see two drops of tears that ruin my outfit. God, I'm overreacting!

'I missed you so much!' I hug him again after wiping my tears away.

'I think no one has ever been this happy to see me again.' He kisses my neck.

'I don't want you to leave again, ever.' I say in his ear.

'Me neither.'

We drive to Amsterdam and I curse myself for parking my car in the exact same spot as last time where it got damaged. I just hope nothing happens within the next hour.

'You're staying over tonight.' He says looking back while walking a couple of inches in front of me.

'Is that right?' I laugh, walking a little faster to catch up with him.

As I look to my right an army of paparazzi runs to Shawn. For a moment I think I'm imagining it, but then they start to yell his name, they even know my name.

Shawn grabs my hand and pulls me inside of his building. He closes the door behind us, but the paparazzi just keeps taking pictures.

'Don't look at them.' He orders while we're waiting for the elevator.

'What are they doing here?' I ask when he pulls me into the elevator.

'Someone tipped them off.'

'How do you know?'

'Because I paid every fucking person in the Netherlands to leave me alone, but this paparazzi followed me back from Canada. That's why I was wearing shades.' He explains.

'What are you going to do?' I grab my phone. 'I can call some people and make this go away.'

'You sound like a badass.' He takes his shades off and kisses me. I laugh against his lips.

'I wasn't kidding. I can call some people.'

'If you want to do that for me, that would be amazing.' We step out of the elevator. 'So this is how it feels to have a lawyer as a girlfriend.' He laughs and gives me a kiss on my nose.

'Just give me a second.' I put my finger in the air, while he already walks to the front door of his penthouse.

The first people I call are old college friends from Scotland and a couple of acquaintances from the Netherlands and Ireland.

I find myself catching up with them instead of asking for favours.

After that I called my dad, and he was not pleased when I told him the paparazzi knew my name because Shawn is my boyfriend.

'I did not know he was a famous person. You know what gossip can do with your reputation as a well respected attorney, and Gerard McCullen's daughter!'

'Being your daughter should not be a reputation.' I tell him.

'I'll see what I can do to make it go away.' He responds.

'I just don't want it to be all over the tabloids tomorrow, please dad.'

'I'll see what I can do to make it go away!' He yells again.

I hang up the phone and walk to the front door, Shawn left the door open. He pulls the hoodie over his head, pulling it up from his back.

I love it when guys do that.

The sound of my heels echo on the marble floor underneath my feet. I nervously turn my phone in my hand. I don't want to be all over the news with headlines like: "Shawn Mendes new girlfriend" or "Has Shawn found love?" That would be horrible.

'We can get rid of this... drama... since photographing others without their consent is prohibited by law. And because they were not taken in a public place for editorial use.' I tell Shawn, while he pulls a blue t-shirt over his head.

'You're so sexy when you talk lawyer.' He says walking to me.

'I didn't know lawyer was a language.' I start to laugh.

The sun is setting, but it's still very hot outside. It's almost spring, well, not almost, but it surely feels like it. It's always so hot in the Netherlands, even in the winter it's hot sometimes.

The day after tomorrow Shawn and I leave for our road trip, and with the paparazzi in town I think it couldn't have come at a better time.

'Oh by the way. Change of plans for our road trip.' He says putting his shades on.

Please don't say it's cancelled.

'We're not going to make a road trip through Europe.' He smiles. 'We're making a road trip to Morocco, and we're going to do some fun things there.' He smirks before walking out the door.

'Oh, and you're telling me what colour your toothbrush is!' He yells closing the door behind him.

He is so weird. I don't even fucking know what colour my toothbrush is. I'll just say it's green or something, or maybe it's black? I really don't know.

I stand in Shawn's hall, looking at the door he just walked out of.

The shadow of my body is visible on the marble floor in front of me. Damn, I look good.

Wait, where did Shawn go? We just arrived and I'm standing here, not knowing where he just went. I don't know what time he will be back, but I need to go home and pack my suitcase for the day after tomorrow.

'Yes... ehm...' I stand in the door opening not sure what to do.

Should I close the door behind me? He must have taken his keys with him, right?

'To bad if he didn't.' I whisper as I close the door.

My car is still fine when I open the door. Just right now I remember what Shawn told me about the road trip. We are going to Morocco! Oh my god! I've always wanted to go there, this is so cool.

The road is very empty today and I drive home in peace, listening to some songs.

'Luci it's me Elizabeth, but you already know that of course. Anyway, I'll be leaving the country tomorrow. Can you tell dad? I can't deal with his questions and yelling again. Thank you!' I leave a voicemail.

Sam is dancing in the middle of the lobby and I enjoy the music he's listening to. He dances with me for a couple of seconds and pushes me to the elevator.

'I will not be home for a couple of weeks.' I tell Sam before entering the elevator.

'Work trip again?' He asks, still dancing.

'No, personal trip.' I smile.

'Oooohh! Someone is getting laid!' He smiles.

I shake my head and laugh with him. The suitcase I packed feels like it weighs more than me and I drag it out of my room to the hallway, hoping it will close when I sit on it.

'Where are you?' Shawn asks when I pick up the phone.

'Home, packing a suitcase.'

'You were going to stay over.' He sounds disappointed.

'Would I be packing my suitcase if I wasn't?' I kick my suitcase two times.

'Yes, because we're going on a road trip in two days.'

'Fair point.' I groan, sitting on the suitcase.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

'Closing this fucking suitcase.'

He laughs and tells me why he left as soon as we arrived. Apparently he just went out to get us some food, since he wasn't in the mood to cook, and his girlfriend - me - can't cook.

'Should I pick you up?' He asks.

'No...Yes... No, depends on which car we're driving on our road trip.'

'My Range Rover.'

'Why your Range Rover and not my BMW?'

'Because.' That's all he says.

'Because what?'

'My car is better and it's made for the road.' Stupid answer.

'Every car is made for the road.'

'Jesus Beth. We're taking my car, end of discussion.' He hangs up the phone.

I stare at my phone in shock. Did he really just hang up on me?!

I start to laugh, first out of shock but a couple of seconds later out of amusement. No one ever hung up on me - besides my dad - and it's kind of fun Shawn did.

The suitcase is still not closed, but I refuse to remove clothes. I packed the right amount of clothes, outfits, shoes, pyjamas and I didn't even think about the amount of things I'm going to buy while we're on this vacation. Should I pack an extra empty suitcase, just in case?

No, that would be ridiculous.

"I'll pick you up in ten minutes." Shawn texts.

I stand outside of my building waiting for Shawn to pick me up.

I'm still wearing my suit that I wore to the office today. The dark green suit I'm wearing is warmer than the rest of my suits and I'm happy I decided to wear it today.

I was not sure if I should pack suits on our road trip, do people do that? I decided to just pack one simple black suit, for a special occasion, you never know what's going to happen.

The black blouse I'm wearing underneath my suit is a little too small and if I stretch my arms you can see my bra. And out of all my bras I decided to wear a pink one today, but with matching panties of course.

Shawn's black Range Rover finally pulls up next to my building and I wave at the doorman before walking off, taking one last look at my building as if it's the last day I'm going to see it.

'Hey beautiful.' Shawn says when he takes the suitcase from my hand.

I make a disapproving look.

'You really don't like it, do you?' He sounds surprised.

'I already told you I didn't like it.' I give him a quick kiss.

The palm of his hand cups my face at the moment I wanted to stop the kiss, Shawn deepens it, letting his tongue slide inside my mouth.

The warmth of his mouth overwhelms me and I drop my bag to the ground, letting my hands slide up his body, to his neck. He gives me a couple of quick kisses before letting go of my face.

'I've missed you so much.' He whispers.

His hot breath against my neck gives me goosebumps.

'I have missed you too.' I respond before taking a step back, picking my bag off of the ground.

'Stop.' He says.

I listen to him and freeze.

I don't know what it is when he says things. It's like he commands me like I'm a robot. The way his voice changes. It sounds lower when he wants me to do something, it enchants me.

He takes a step closer to me and looks at my blouse. I look down and see that my bra is visible, again, for the fifth time today.

'I have to do something about that bra when we get home.' He smirks, walking to the driver's seat.

We drive to Amsterdam in silence. The street lights on the side of the road draw over Shawn's car every couple of seconds, making his car orange for a moment.

It's already dark outside and the darkness comforts me somehow.

Shawn is driving, looking at the road in front of him. I start to get irritated by the complete and utter silence in this big ass car. I grab the AUX cable and put it in my phone.

'I was waiting for you to do something.' He moves his hand to my thigh.

'You're evil.' I say with a laugh and he squeezes my thigh softly.

Without asking Shawn anything I put on a song from Maître GIMS. He told me he liked that other song of his that night, so he must like this one too.

'Et je t'ai donné bien plus que ce qu'il fallait. J'me suis bagarré contre vents et marées, j'l'ai fait pour toi, tu n'le vois pas.' Maître GIMS sings and I softly hum with the music.

Tears start to fill my eyes, not because of Shawn this time. I listen to the lyrics like my mom always told me to do while listening to music.

His lyrics get to me, I don't know why, but somehow I feel his pain.

When Shawn notices me sniffling he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me against his hard muscled shoulder.

I don't know what's worse, the pain I'm feeling in my neck, or Shawn thinking he's actually comforting me.

'You always get emotional while listening to his songs.' He says, giving me a kiss on my head.

'I know, I'm sorry.' I wipe my tears away.

'You don't have to apologise. This way I see a person underneath the lawyer.' I look at him and swat at his arm with a laugh.

'So if I'm not crying, I'm nothing else but a lawyer?'

'That's not what I meant.' He laughs.

When we arrive it is cool outside. Shawn puts his jacket over my shoulders as we walk to his house. Shawn refused to let me carry my suitcases, so now he's carrying my heavy suitcase and the other bags I packed.

'How long will this road trip be?' I ask when he opens the door.

'A month to six weeks.' He responds with a smile.

'A month to six weeks?!' I am very surprised.

I know that's the normal duration of a vacation, but I expected him to say that it would be just two weeks, maybe three.

I'm going to be with Shawn every single day for the next four to six weeks. It feels like I'm moving in with him. This way we will know if we really belong together...

Shawn runs up the stairs and brings my bag to - what I think is - his bedroom. A couple minutes later he returns... naked... he's not even wearing his boxers.

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