Shawn Mendes - Wonder

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When we arrive in Paris Beth parks my car in the parking garage under the hotel. I grab the suitcases out of the trunk and keep them away from Beth when she tries to grab one of them.

 What is it with women and always wanting to do things by themselves? I want to carry her fucking suitcase and I fucking will.

'You're stubborn as fuck!' She throws her head back, sighing.

'Yes, and you knew I was when you first met me, so stop complaining.' I tell her.

Why do we sound like a married couple?

I look at her and see that her bra is visible through the white camisole she's wearing. There is no way in hell I will let her enter the hotel like that. All the men will be lurking at her breasts.

'Wait.' I take my leather jacket off. 'Put this on.' I hand it to her.

'Why?' She doesn't take it from me.

'Just do it, Beth, please.' I say.

She takes it from my hand and puts it on, leaving it open. You can still see her bra.

'Close it.' I say again.

'Jesus fucking Christ, Mendes, why?' She asks again.

She's feisty today, and I have no idea why I like it. Normally she does what I tell her to, and I think I've grown used to it bit by bit.

'Because everyone will be looking at your fucking gorgeous breasts.' I start staring at them myself.

She rolls her eyes at me and closes my jacket.

We continue our way to the hotel entrance and I check in at the reception. When we walk into the hotel room, Beth's jaw drops.

'Oh my god!' She runs to the big windows.

She puts her hands on the door handles and opens the big doors leading to the balcony. I see her looking around the city in silence for a moment, then she turns around to face me.

'That's the Eiffel Tower, Shawn!' She squeals.

'I know.' I chuckle.

She called me Shawn...

'Oh my god...' She whispers when the lights start blinking.

The big smile on her face warms my heart, and I never want it to disappear. Her hands rest on the sides of the balcony, leaning forward to get a better look at the Eiffel Tower. 

I put the suitcases down and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, inhaling the Chanel perfume she always smells like. The scent even went through the scent of my leather jacket, and I smile when I think of always having her with me when I'm wearing that jacket.

'Thank you so much for this, Mendes.' She says. 

Here we go with "Mendes" again.

Her hands run over mine, resting on her stomach. Beth leans her head back onto my shoulder and we look at the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower together.

'Why do you call me Mendes?' I decide to ask.

'Why do you call me Beth?' She throws back at me.

'Because you are a Beth.'

'Yes, you think I'm a Beth, while most people think I'm a Liz.' She inhales. 'But my name is Elizabeth, not Liz, or Beth.' She turns around to face me and wraps her arms around my neck.

'My name isn't Mendes, it's Shawn.' I look in her amber eyes.

'True. But I didn't want it to become personal between us, that's why I call you Mendes.' She answers honestly.

'Well...' I look at the sky. 'Let me see... I've been inside you, a few times. I told you I love you, I've met your whole family, you've met my father... I think it all got really personal.' I smile at her.

'Maybe I should start calling you Shawn then.' She says.

It suddenly sounds so weird hearing my name from her lips. I've only heard her scream it and skip past it in a couple of sentences.

'Say it again.' My hands rest on the small of her back.

'Shawn.' She shakes her head as she laughs.

I brush my lips against hers and feel her parting her lips slightly, making it easier for me to slide my tongue in her mouth. I'm glad I took her to Paris with me.

'To be honest, I always wondered what it was like to be loved by you, since the first day I met you. Even though I didn't want to admit it.' She says when I look at her again.

'Now you know what it's like.' I kiss her again. 'And you're going to see other sides of me on this trip that you may not like, but I want you to be honest with me. Always.' She nods and runs her fingers through the curls on the back of my head.

Does she have curls? I always see her hair straightened, but I wonder what her hair looks like when she comes out of the shower. 

The darkness of her hair is so pretty, it's dark brown, so dark it almost looks black sometimes. With the pale colour of her skin, and her amber eyes, she almost looks like a vampire. I run my thumb over her lips and lift them a bit to see her teeth.

'You could've been a vampire.' I say when I look at the sharp teeth in her mouth.

'Yeah, and you could've been my prey.' She responds, almost biting my finger.

Damn, I really love this woman. I swore to myself never to love anyone, because it only hurts at the end and I just know that's going to happen to us too. 

That text... that text... If she would've been the one that saw it, I don't know what she might have thought. I don't know who was the one that sent her the text, but I have an idea...

And that woman? Who the fuck was she? She must have followed us all the way from the Netherlands, how else could she know Beth's name?

'What are you thinking about?' She asks.

'Paris, you, us...' I put my chin on her head and look at the city.

She wraps her arms around me and we just stand there, hugging each other in the middle of Paris and I haven't felt this good and safe in a long time. No one will find us here, I'm sure of that.

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The next morning I wake up at six o'clock and when I look at the empty bed my heart skips a beat. Where the fuck is Beth? I throw the sheets off me and start putting on a pair of black jeans and a blue hoodie. 

I can't lose her.

I run to the door and pull it open. When I'm ready to run to the elevators Beth pops up in the hallway. Her face is shining from the sweat. I sigh when I see her, and my heart rate slows down again. She waves at me with a curious expression on her face. She must wonder why I'm running around the hallways of this hotel at six in the morning. I walk to her and wrap my arms around her body, not wanting to let her go.

'What is wrong with you?!' She asks when she puts her hands on my face.

'Nothing! I just... you were... I woke up and you weren't next to me.' I stammer.

'You have lost your mind. Do you expect me to be by your side twenty-four-seven?' She responds.

'No. Just at six in the morning.' I respond.

She pushes me away softly and I notice her outfit. She's wearing a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports top. Her body looks fucking amazing. Her hair is also perfectly braided and the two braids rest on her shoulders.

'Where were you?' My voice sounds angry.

'I was giving the manager of the hotel a blowjob.' She responds.

I look in her eyes and I don't really know what to think. That was the last thing I expected to hear from her lips. It's probably not true, no, I'm sure it's not true, but still! Why would she say that? She didn't even lick her lips before she answered. I see Beth bite her bottom lip as she starts laughing.

'Look at your face!' She yells, laughing and hitting her leg from joy.

'Ha-ha. Comedy material.' I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes at her.

'Calm down! I was kickboxing.' She walks past me to our hotel room.

'You kickbox?' My voice sounds high from surprise.

'Yes.' She pulls the rubber bands out of the braids. 'I'm going to shower.' Beth says.

'I will join you in a minute.' I say, pulling the hoodie over my head.

That evening Beth and I are walking to the Eiffel Tower. She is holding my hand in public for the fourth time since we're in this relationship, and for the first time I think she doesn't really care what people think.

'Since when did they put fences around the Eiffel Tower?' She asks when she sees it.

'Since those terrorist attacks.' I respond.

Getting in isn't the hardest part. The hardest part is staying patient when you wait in front of those damn small elevators that will bring you to the top of the tower. Why do people bring their children?

'I should have just rented the whole damn tower for two hours.' I say when we are still waiting.

I look at a screaming kid and the parent, just standing next to it, doing nothing to shut it up.

'Shawn! You can't just rent a whole fucking tower!' She whispers, grabbing my hand.

'I swear to god Beth, I'm going to strangle that child if it doesn't shut up.' I whisper in her ear.

'Excuse me...' She taps the woman's shoulder. 'Would you consider silencing your child? I'm getting a heavy headache and I think you would not like it if I have nightmares tonight of your screaming child.' Beth says to the woman.

My eyes widen and a smile forms on my lips. I didn't expect her to do that! The woman only looks at her in shock before lowering herself to the eye level of her screaming child. After a couple of seconds the screaming finally stops.

'One less problem.' She says when she looks at me again.

It's finally our turn to enter the elevator and when the woman tries to push the stroller into the elevator, Beth snaps.

'You can see that it doesn't fit! Would it be such a burden to wait until the next elevator?' She says when her body is pushed against mine.

'Well...' The woman looks at Beth. 'No, maybe not.' She says, also with a Scottish accent.

The woman steps out of the elevator and another couple joins us. The elevator finally takes off and goes up with a speed I can barely handle.

'She was also Scottish.' I tell Beth. 'Is she also from Edinburgh?' I ask, trying to learn something.

'No! Didn't you hear that accent?!' She turns to look at me. 'She's from the Isle of Skye!' I look at Beth, I have insulted her somehow.

'And how the fuck am I supposed to know that?!' I say it way too loud, causing people to look at us.

'You can hear it!' She whispers. 'The way they talk.' She gestures to her ear. 'You can hear it!' She says again.

'I can't!' I whisper back.

She looks at me and her eyes widen.

'Did I insult you somehow?' I ask her.

'No, not really. But if you didn't know--'

'I didn't.' I interrupt her.

'Okay! Most people from the Isle of Sky are narrow minded and live in communities. Cities are better in Scotland... That's my opinion, so I don't like to be compared to the people from the Isle of Skye.' She explains.

I think I understand her better now.

'The landscapes in the Isle of Skye are amazing to be honest, I just don't like the people.' She says again.

The elevator door slides open and we step out of the small space onto the highest level of the Eiffel Tower. I take Beth's hand in mine and we walk to the side to take a better look at the city.

'Fuck!' Beth says when she looks down.

'What?' I look at her.

'I'm afraid of heights!' She starts to laugh as she steps closer to me.

'Don't worry Love, I've got you.' I wrap my arms around her.

We look at the city. It's dark and all the lights of the city are shining bright. I see our shadows on the slatted floor in front of us. When I look in Beth's eyes I see the reflection of the lights and I get lost in them. 

I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of our shadows, you can see that my arms are wrapped around Beth. I post the picture on my instagram and within a second I get a text.

"Are you with her?" It says.

"Yes, why?" I quickly respond.

"I just wanted to know. Do you want to go public?"

"Maybe. Yes. It's not like I'm a celebrity." I respond.

"You are a twenty-two-year old billionaire. You kind of are."

"Then yes, I want to go public. I'm done with hiding her." I text. "But no, wait until we get back from vacation. I don't want people to find us." I close my phone and put it back in my pocket.

'Who was that?' Beth asks.

'No one important.'

She lets it go to my surprise and we stand there together, so high in the sky and with her I forget everything and everyone around me. I don't even notice the amount of people walking around us, also looking at the city in front of us. 

The spring air feels cold now we're so high. I hear a child asking his father where the Eiffel Tower is since he can't see it anymore. Both Beth and I laugh at the dumb remark. 

I forgot to take a jacket with me, so did Elizabeth. When it's almost midnight we decide to leave, it's too cold to stay up here. We take the elevator down to the first floor and wait again for the second elevator that can take us to the ground floor.

'I'm taking the stairs.' Beth says, looking for the signs pointing to the stairs.

'The stairs?!' I stare at her.

'Yes, come on Mendes!' She grabs my hand and pulls me, making me follow her.

I chuckle when we run down the stairs together. The stairs are big and when I look down I see that we still have a long way ahead of us. We stop for a moment to catch our breath, I never thought I could get tired from running down the stairs. 

Beth puts her hands on the metal at the side of the stairs that keep people from comitting suicide. She is panting as she looks at the city again. Even from this level the city still looks amazing and I stare at it again.

'Let's go!' Beth says with a big smile when she continues walking, but I'm still staring.

'Yeah, I'm coming!' I laugh as I follow her down the stairs.

I never would have thought this could be so much fun. When we arrive at the last couple of stairs, Beth jumps, landing perfectly.

'Oh god.' She puts her hands on her upper thighs, panting from all the running.

'What's wrong?' I ask, stretching my arms, also panting.

'It feels like my muscles are vibrating.' She laughs.

'That doesn't surprise me! We just ran down one thousand and one steps!' I start to laugh too.

'I don't think I can walk!' She starts to laugh uncontrollably.

The sound of her laughs comes straight out of her soul. I have never seen her laugh this hard. I start to laugh with her as she sits down on the sandy floor, holding her ankles. 

I look at her and almost fall to the floor, not able to control my laughter. People are watching us, some of them also laughing, some of them making rude remarks, but I couldn't care less. 

I love this... I love her.

'Can you stand up?' I giggle.

'No, I--' Her own laughing cuts her off.

I see tears forming in her eyes from all the laughing. I also start to cry from all the laughter, and start pulling at her arm, trying to get her off of the ground.

'I'm going to carry yo-oooh!' She pulls me to the ground, and I fall down next to her.

We're both lying down on the dirty ground underneath the Eiffel Tower, laughing like idiots who are on drugs. If you can laugh with someone like this, without being drunk, high or stoned... Keep them, love them, cherish them.

'Ok... ok...' I inhale. 'We need to get up!' I laugh again. 'We're going to get lice!' I yell at her, pulling at her arm again.

'Oh no! That would be terrible!' She can't stop laughing, but I manage to get her off of the ground.

'Jump.' I say when I turn my back to her.

'I can't jump!' She keeps laughing when she puts her hands on my shoulders.

I don't know how we did it, but I got her on my back and I walk us to the exit of the Eiffel Tower. Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist while my hands hold her legs, so she doesn't fall. I walk us to a cab and when we almost stop laughing she leans forward to whisper something in my ear.

'I need to pee.' She says.

It's not even that funny! It's just funny because we're already laughing the whole time, and I start laughing again just because she said that.

When we get in the cab the laughing starts to stop, but Beth still needs to pee, so I ask the driver if he can bring us to our hotel as quickly as possible. He mumbles something if French and steps on the gas pedal.

'I have a surprise for you.' I say when we arrive at the hotel.

'What is it?' She asks.

'It wouldn't be a surprise if I tell you.'

'Well... you already said you have a surprise, so it's not as big of a surprise anyway.'

'Just look around the lobby!' I say when we walk in.

Elizabeth's POV

I look around the lobby as Shawn told me to do. I don't know who or what I'm looking for. 

There are a lot of people in the lobby right now, most of them are drunk. I keep looking and when I see a woman with shiny blonde hair sitting on a couch, a big smile forms on my lips.

'Zayneb!' I scream as I run to her.

She turns around and jumps to her feet, running towards me. I jump as I wrap my arms around her, and she hugs me back laughing, just like I'm doing. We fall onto the couch still hugging each other. 

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