Johnny Orlando - Everybody wants you (Thanks again, Harmita <3)

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Elizabeth's POV

I wake up in the morning and see that Shawn is still asleep next to me. He has his back to me and I see that he has taken his bathrobe off at night since it is laying on the ground in the middle of the room. I look at him and suddenly last night pops up in my head again.

Last night was the literal definition of fucking amazing.

I scooch over to him and let my hand trail over his arm before touching his chest. I touch his abs and stop between his legs, smiling when I feel his morning glory in my hand.

'Good morning Mendes.' I whisper when I squeeze him in my hand.

He moans when I start stroking him and he opens his eyes for a second, realizing it is happening in real life. 

He looks at me for a second and moans again.

'Stop.' He says with a raspy voice.

I listen to him and stop. Shawn turns around on his back and kisses me on my lips, pulling me onto his lap. I lower myself onto him with a moan. I hear him moan too before he puts his hands on my hips again, making me go up and down in a steady rhythm. Suddenly my phone starts to ring. 

I open my eyes and look at Shawn.

'You are not picking that up.' He says.

I quickly look at my phone laying on the part of the mattress where I slept last night. 

It's Zayneb.

'I have to...' 

I grab the phone and stop moving when Shawn lets out a frustrated sigh. 

Last night Zayneb begged me to pick up the next time she calls because she has a very important thing to tell me. I promised her that I would pick up, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

'Hey...' I sigh. 'Good morning.' I run my fingers through my hair.

'Why are you breathing so loud?' Zayneb says without greeting me.

'Uhm...' I look at Shawn. 'I'm at the gym, you know, getting my morning exercise.' I chuckle when Shawn rolls his eyes at me.

Shawn looks bored as I still sit on his lap. He starts drawing lines on my leg as I speak to Zayneb on the phone.

'Seeing you and Mister Mendes being so happy, made me realise something...' Zayneb says, ignoring all the things I said.

'What?' I am not sure if I want to know the answer, knowing Zayneb she's going to make a messed up connection.

'I realised I have been missing something in my life...'

Is this why I picked up?

'Oh Jesus, Zayneb, get to the point!'

'I want a child.' She says. 'And I want it now.'

My jaw drops and Shawn raises his head from the pillow, looking at me with a curious expression.

'Okay... You're not going to ask for Mendes' sperm, are you?' I ask, panicking a little.

'Gross! No! God, no!' She yells in my ear. 'I'm going to get artificially inseminated with some random man's sperm.' She continues.

'Hey, Zayneb, I'm really happy for you, but I have no idea what the fuck this has to do with me.' I tell her.

Shawn looks at me and groans, with his hands still on my legs. I run my hand over his chest, gesturing it's just going to be one minute more.

'I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be the godmother.' She says.

A big smile forms on my lips and I stare into Shawn's eyes.

'Yes! Oh my god! Of course!' I almost yell.

'Ok good... one little thing.' She stops talking. 'Ludovic Ryder is going to be the godfather...' I hear the doubt in her voice.

'What?!' I almost yell. 

I narrow my eyes and climb off of Shawn.

'There goes my good morning...' He says, before getting up.

'One second Zayneb.' I put myself on mute before walking after Shawn. 

'I can multitask.' I say with a smile when I hold him in my hands again.

I put the phone against my ear again when I start moving up and down Shawn's length with my hand. He moans.

'You have to be silent.' I tell him before unmuting myself again.

'So if you fucking die in a plane crash I have to fucking co-parent with Ludovic fucking Ryder?' I yell in the phone, squeezing a little harder when I get at Shawn's tip again.

He moans, this time with his mouth closed.

'That's why I needed to talk to you. I knew you probably wouldn't like it and I don't want to get a child if you won't be his or her godmother.'

'Oh god... so now everything is depending on my answer?' I say, a little less angry this time.

'Yes... kind of.' Zayneb says through the phone.

'Why did you pick Ludovic to be the godfather anyway?' I decide to ask.

'We have been spending a lot of time together lately and I trust him, he is a really good friend. And yes, of course, I didn't forget what happened between you two, but he has changed.' She says with a soft voice.

'I wouldn't be so sure about that.' My voice sounds high.

I can see from Shawn's body language that he's close and I hold the phone between my shoulder and ear while I put my hand over his mouth. I know he moans loudly when he comes and I don't want Zayneb to hear it. 

As predicted Shawn comes and moans in my hand, closing his eyes. 

Wow, everything he does is fucking hot...

'What do you mean?' Zayneb asks.

Shawn presses his lips against mine and whispers "thank you baby" before walking to the bathroom, I smile at him and follow him so I can wash my hand.

Am I being selfish, not wanting to co-parent with Ludovic? 

I think I am... I mean, Zayneb has to die first, before that I would have to co-parent with Ludovic. And I really don't want Zayneb to die of course. 

I decide not to tell her about what Ludovic said to me the other day when he was in the Netherlands and just tell her I'll do it. 

She picked me to be the godmother! I start to get excited again.

'Nothing... don't listen to me.' I laugh. 'I'll do it Zayneb, it'll be my honour.' I smile.

'Really?!' I hear her smile through the phone.

'Yes, of course! I mean, you need to die first before I have to co-parent with Ludovic. So please Zayneb, don't die the first eighteen years of your child's life.' I laugh. 'And don't die after that too.'

'You are such a bitch sometimes.' She laughs in my ear.

'You know you love me.' I walk out of the bathroom again, letting Shawn take a shower.

'I do...' She groans.

'Did you tell your mum about this?' I ask Zayneb.

I remember Zayneb's mother always being such a lovely woman, but when it gets to children she prefers the... natural way. 

I remember her always taking care of me after my mum died, and even after the whole drama with Ludovic she always brought me soup if I was crying in Zayneb's room.

'She doesn't like it, but she supports me anyway.' Zayneb sounds happy.

'That's really good. I'm happy for you Zaynie.' I really am happy for her. 'But one last question tho... what if you find your true love while you're already pregnant?' I ask her.

'Then we weren't meant to find each other until I got pregnant from another man's sperm.' She laughs.

'You do take that meant to be very seriously...' I smile.

'I sure do.' She giggles. 'Ok... thank you, Liz, for everything. I'm going to call Ryder to tell him that he's going to be the godfather!' She yells in my ear with a smile clear in her voice.

'He doesn't know it yet?' I ask.

'No! If you would've said no, I would have looked for another godfather.'

'That was an option?!'

'It's too late now! Bye, Liz!' She hangs up the phone and I shake my head with a smile.

I walk to the big windows and open the dark blue curtains that are blocking the beautiful morning sunlight. I close my eyes a little, letting them adjust to the sunlight. I close my bathrobe and look down at the city. 

The past three days the sun has been shining non-stop as if reflecting my mood.

Fuck! I need to call my dad! I almost forgot. I already forgot to send him the pictures I promised to send him yesterday.

When my dad finally picks up I hear him yelling at Lucifer. He starts to yell at me too just because I called him this early.

'Your dickhead of a brother jumped in my bed because he wanted to watch the Transformers at seven o'clock in the morning!' He yells in my ear. 'Fuck off Lucifer!' My dad screams.

'Why can't he just watch it in the living room?' I ask.

'Because Adriana was watching a movie or something.' I hear Lucifer laugh in the background.

'Jesus! You are not six years old anymore! You're a full-grown man! Get off of me!' He yells again.

I start to laugh too. Lucifer has always been a daddy's boy and he always loved making him crazy, I guess he still does. I realize I have always been a daddy's girl too. Maybe that's why I didn't have a lot of "girl" friends in high school.

'I'm going to get breakfast.' I tell my dad. 'I'll call you later. Love you.' I say before hanging up the phone.

"I want you to get Lucifer an apartment, I can't live with him anymore." My dad texts me.

"Oh dad, I meant to tell you... I'm selling my apartment and I will be moving back in with you and Sheila..." I respond, just joking.

"Kill me now..." My dad responds within seconds. "That is not happening!" I can hear him yelling in my ear and I smile.

I put my phone down on the bureau and turn on the television, waiting for Shawn to come out of the bathroom. 

I'm watching the news, in Spanish, so I don't understand shit they say. I just look at it, nodding my head as if I understand what they say, reminding me of my aunt who would always do that while Lucifer was telling her a story about a movie he watched. 

She was not interested in the story but didn't want to upset her fifteen-year-old nephew so she pretended to listen. I don't know if it's sweet or mean, but I like thinking back to it, to her.

'Que horror...' Shawn says, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

'You understand him?!' I ask, turning to look at him.

'Claro que si. I speak Spanish remember?' Shawn says, walking to me with just a towel around his waist.

'I forgot about that. Oh my god! I can use you while we're here!' I jump up from the bed.

'Just like I'm going to use your Arabic while we're in Morocco.' He smiles at me.

I smile at him while walking to him. He asks me about Zayneb and what the drama was about. I tell him about me being the godmother of her child and Ludovic. He makes the same comment about Zayneb and staying alive.

'What are we going to do today?' I ask him.

'Just walking around the city, maybe take a tour and eat something of course. And if you're feeling like it, we could go shopping?' He raises one eyebrow.

'If you weren't so fucking handsome I would've told you no.' I roll my eyes. 'But I don't think that one day of shopping would kill me.' I smile now.

'They have this awesome little village called Las Rozas. It's an outlet a little out of Madrid and when I was younger my parents took me and Aaliyah there to go shopping, we could pick everything we wanted. I would like to take you there.' Shawn says wrapping his arms around my waist.

'Yes, I would like that.' I touch his face. 'And I think you need to start talking Spanish to me more often...' I kiss him on his lips.

'Yeah? You would like that, wouldn't you?' He smirks.

Here is just something I wanted to share with you guys (You don't have to read it if you don't want to, it has nothing to do with the story):

I just think that the reason why Shawn's trailer got to me so much is because I can somehow see how he feels back in my own life.

People don't understand how I can be such a big fan of someone just because of his music, but they don't know that no matter what happened in my life Shawn was always there making music, no matter how much changed he was still there making music and I remember the amount of times I cried while listening to it just because a lot of stuff was happening in my life at the same time.

I had to put on a brave face to the rest of the world, for my friends, for my family, while nobody knew I was crying in my room listening to Shawn's music, it comforted me somehow. Even though what he was singing about didn't match with what was happening in my life it still made me feel like I was not alone, that there was some consistency in my life...

A lot has changed and so has he, but he was there, he still is, and I know this probably sounds pathetic and over the top but I kinda grew up with him always in the background... I was thirteen years old when I heard of him for the first time (thanks to my niece) and now I'm almost eighteen... that is a long time...

And I think this all together is one of the biggest reasons why I can't stop being a fan.

Damn, that got emotional, real quick... haha

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