Hans Zimmer - Maestro (The Holiday), Ne-Yo - Miss Independent, GIMS - Hola Siñorita, Enrique Iglesias - El Perdon, Enrique Iglesias - Bailando.

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The next morning I wake up from the sun shining in the room. When I open my eyes I see Shawn sleeping next to me, but all I see is his feet. His head is at the foot of the bed, causing him to sleep without a pillow. 

How the hell did he end up there?

I chuckle and get out of bed to check what time it is. 

It's half-past ten, I've slept for about seven hours. I know that is the right amount of sleep you should get in a night, but for me, it's not enough.

I raise Shawn's head and shove his pillow underneath it, I don't want to be the only one to drive to Madrid. 

It is an eleven-hour drive to Madrid and I don't think we will be able to make that in one day. We need to stay somewhere for the night before we continue to Madrid.

The floor in the bathroom is heated and I enjoy the warmth underneath my feet. I grab a warm towel from the heating rack and fold it. I don't know why I do that, but my towel needs to be folded when I finish showering. It's a weird habit Lucifer taught me.

'Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth.' I hear Shawn say in a singsong tone.

I walk out of the bathroom and look at him, he's still lying in bed. I hover over his head, studying his face. 

Apparently, he was saying that in his sleep. I start to laugh and shake my head while walking back to the bathroom. I'm glad he was dreaming about me... or my name.

I get in the shower and wash my body, humming a song that has been stuck in my head the whole night. I even woke up a couple of times with that song playing over and over in my head, it's so annoying sometimes.

When I finish I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around my body after wrapping my hair in a towel first. I walk into the room again and search for my suitcase.

We didn't unpack our suitcases because we knew we would only stay here for two nights, and I'm way too lazy to unpack it, just to pack it again within two days.

I pull a pair of dark blue jeans out of the small opening on the left side of my suitcase. Pushing my hand in the suitcase again, searching for something else to wear feels like I'm searching for a prize at the fair. I sit down on the carpet giving up my squatting position.

I could just open my suitcase to find what I'm looking for, but I refuse to do it now. I've decided on this strategy and I will finish it this way. 

My hand is still in my suitcase, feeling all the fabrics, trying to find the right one.

I finally find the blouse I was looking for and pull it out of the suitcase. 

Wrong blouse.

I try to shove it back inside and start searching for other things.

Goddamn it! Why am I so stubborn? Just open the suitcase! No! I will not open the fucking suitcase! I will not let it win! God... I have lost my mind.

When I pull a sweater out of the suitcase I give up. I walk back to the bathroom and the moment I walk past the bed Shawn starts to laugh, the sound filling the room. 

I look at him and I see that his eyes are still closed. Now I start to think this man is pulling a prank on me. I wave my hand in front of his face, but he doesn't respond. I think he is still sleeping, wow, he must have a really funny dream.

I start blow-drying my hair when I return to the bathroom. Within a couple of minutes, my hair is dry. I'm glad the hotel has a straightener. This way I don't have to start a war with my suitcase while searching for my own. 

My hair is long and straight and I look at the Scotland sweatshirt I'm wearing. I stole it from Lucifer a couple of months ago, but he never noticed.

When I'm done changing in my clothes I decide to wake Shawn up. I sit down on the bed next to him and give him a soft kiss on his mouth. He starts to laugh again.

'Mendes...' I whisper.

He doesn't respond, he just turns on his other side.

'Shawn!' I say, this time way too loud.

I always underestimate the volume of my voice when I'm in certain rooms. Sometimes I jump at the volume of my voice when I speak because I didn't expect it to be that loud.

Shawn opens his eyes as if I just hit him in his face. He brings his hands to his face and rubs his eyes before turning to look at me. A small smile forms on his lips and he looks at me with one eye closed.

'Good morning.' He says with his raspy voice.

'Good morning indeed.' I smile and kiss him again.

He sits up and looks around the room, a confused expression all over his face. He looks at me again.

'And how the hell did I get here?' He starts to laugh.

'I have no idea... I was wondering the same when I woke up.'

'How come you're already wearing clothes?'

'That is kind of what people do in the morning. They shower and change out of their sleepwear to change into normal clothes.' I laugh too.

'Normal clothes, normal clothes... I think pj's are pretty normal clothes... maybe no clothes at all is even better.' His eyes get big.

'If somewhere was not to wear any clothes they wouldn't be called clothes, would they?'

Shawn waves my comment away, smiling at me.

He gets up out of bed and looks down at his body.

'What happened to my clothes?' He looks at me. 'Oh you dirty little fox...' He smirks.

I start to laugh, caught off guard by his comment. He smiles at me and does a weird dance. How come he's so cheery this morning? I know he is a morning person, but I never would have thought he would be this cheery.

'We're going to Madrid today. We are not getting breakfast, we'll stop somewhere to get something to eat on the way there.' Shawn announces on his way to the bathroom.

'Yes Sir.' I mumble getting up to find my purse.

'Don't call me Sir.' Shawn says, sticking his head out of the bathroom.

I roll my eyes at him and continue with what I'm doing.

Shawn's POV

I open the shower door and let the water run before I grab my phone off the sink, calling my dad.

Last night I was thinking about who could have sent Beth that text, and I think the answer has been in front of me all this time.

'Were you the one who texted Beth?' I say as softly as possible.

'Yes, you keep avoiding me.' He responds.

'I keep...' I want to yell at him, but I can't. 'There's a reason why I'm avoiding you, I told you I'm out.' I lean on the sink, trying to control my rising anger.

'You can't just be "out" ok?' My father says. 'The paparazzi? That's the most desperate I've been in years, and you know that. I did everything to keep you off the grid and I jeopardized all my hard work because you refused to call me back.' He raises his voice.

'I told you one week ago, I'm out! I'm done! Leave me the fuck alone!' I raise my voice too.

'Well... we'll see about that.' My father says before hanging up the phone.

Elizabeth's POV

I'm on the balcony, enjoying the view one last time before we're leaving Paris. "We're going to Madrid today. We are not getting breakfast, we'll stop somewhere to get something to eat on the way there." Shawn's words play in my head.

The way he just decides things and announces things annoys me but at the same time I kind of like it. 

One thing I'm curious about is how he is planning to drive to Madrid in one day. It's an eleven-hour drive and I don't know if I'm capable of driving five to six hours.

I get up again and start cleaning the hotel room. Shawn gets out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and I try not to look at his body.

'Why are you cleaning the hotel room?' He asks with a curious expression.

'I don't know. My mom always did it and I do it too. It's just nice you know... you can't leave a complete mess only because you know a maid is going to clean it.' I say, tucking the sheets under the mattress. 'They are people too.'

'You're so sweet behind people's backs, but in their face, you're so cold sometimes.' He smiles at me.

'I don't think people would like it the other way around. We got enough of those in this world.' I smile at him.

'I see your point.' He opens his suitcase, like a normal person, grabbing a clean pair of jeans and a grey hoodie.

I sit down on the bed I just made and watch Shawn getting dressed. 

His back is to me and I see all the curves and muscles in his body. When he's finished he turns to me and smirks when he sees me watching him closely and concentrated.

'How are you planning on driving to Madrid in one day?' I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

'You'll drive for four hours and I'll drive seven. We'll stop a couple of times to rest... or to do other things.' He smiles at me.

'How is that fair? Why am I allowed to drive four hours and you seven?' I ask him.

'Because you're my girl and I want you to relax as much as you can.' He sits down next to me, taking my hands in his.

'Are you ok?' I ask, studying his face.

He looks worried, again, for the hundredth time since I've met him.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad you're with me.' 

He's lying.

'Why are you lying?' I ask.

'What are you? A human lie detector?' He chuckles.

'Yes. I am.' I put my hand on his face. 'Who texted you on the Eiffel tower?' I decide to ask.

If he thought I would let that go, he has too much faith in me. I'm curious as fuck, I would never let that go.

'My friend. He asked about the picture I posted of us. Are you ok with revealing our relationship to the world?' Shawn asks.

'You are acting like you're a pop star. Do people care if you have a girlfriend or not?'

'Adriana sure does.' He starts to laugh and I smile too.

'Fair enough. Just let "the world know" and relax. There's nothing to worry about.' I kiss him on his soft lips.

'You're right... there's nothing to worry about.' He whispers against my lips.

Two hours later I'm driving Shawn's car on the highway and he's singing along with a Spanish song. I like the song, but I like hearing Shawn sing most of all.

'Pull over at the next gas station.' Shawn says.

'Why?' I ask.

'They have a little park with water and stuff.' He says, not looking up from his phone.

'At a gas station?' I sound surprised.

'Well... we're about to find out.'

Five hundred meters later I take the exit to the gas station. When I drive past the gas station I see a big park with a lake. People are running, children are playing, women and men are swimming and they're all laughing. It looks like a scene from a movie. I have never seen this at a gas station.

'That's sick.' Shawn says, leaning forward in his seat to get a better look.

'Yeah...' I park the car.

'We can sit there and relax for a bit.' Shawn says, pointing at a spot on the grass.

The ambience in the air feels nice. The temperature is also really nice, it's not cold but not very hot either. Shawn walks to the trunk of his car and pulls out a blanket and a little bag.

'What is that?' I ask, trying to look in the little bag.

'Stop! Don't look!' He starts to laugh, keeping the bag away from me. 'You're so nosy.' He smiles.

'Duh!' I roll my eyes.

Shawn grabs my hand and we continue walking to the spot he pointed at. 

The sun is shining and I enjoy the warmth on my face when I close my eyes. I see an adorable baby smile at me. The baby is wearing pink clothes, her whole outfit is pink. She has beautiful dark hair and blue eyes. I wave at her, the parent smiling at me too.

'That's adorable.' I whisper with a nice feeling in my chest.

'It is...' Shawn closes one eye a little bit because of the sun.

The grass is warm and soft when Shawn throws the blanket onto it. I straighten the corners before sitting down on it next to him. I look at his face, he's keeping his eyes closed for a moment to not look in the sun. When he turns to look at me he smiles.

'Did you know...' He pulls me closer to him. 'That we've known each other for two months...' He kisses me. 'And...' He kisses me again. 'That we've been together for one month today.' He smiles at me and I melt.

'I did not know that.' I sound surprised.

I did not know we had been together for a month today. Am I a terrible girlfriend?

'That doesn't matter... I got you a little something.' He says, before putting the dark blue bag in front of me.

'You shouldn't have!' I smile at him. 'I didn't get you a present.' I am a little disappointed in myself.

'Don't worry. I have you... you are my present.' He says, putting his hand on my thigh.

My eyes start to water at his sweet words. I look inside the bag and see a little, long box. 

I pull it out of the bag and look at it before I open it. It is red and it looks like it's made out of snake leather, fake snake leather.

I open the box and see a golden necklace. 

The pendant looks like a soundwave and I stare at it, not knowing if I'm seeing it right. 

It does look like a soundwave. I turn the pendant and look at the engraved letters.

'S & B Always and Forever.''

Tears are rolling down my cheeks and I wrap my arm around Shawn, thanking him through my sobbing.

And here I keep saying I don't get emotional from things that happen in real life...

'What does the soundwave say?' I ask, looking at the necklace again.

'Here...' Shawn pulls his phone out of his pocket. 'You need to use this app.' He opens the app and hands me the phone.

'Scan the soundwave and you will hear what it says.'

I do as he says and scan the soundwave, holding his phone close to my ear so I can hear it better.

'It was not until I met you, that I understood, I had never been in love before...' I hear Shawn's voice in my ear.  

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