Hannah

The first thing I felt when I woke up was Shawn's chest pressed against my back, his strong arms wrapped around me and his warm breath hitting the skin on the back of my neck. And for the first time, I felt sad when I woke up. Usually, I'm pretty happy when I wake up, but today is different. I just want to lie here in bed as long as I can and spend so much time as possible with Shawn. All of sudden I felt a warm little tear rolling down my cheek. I didn't wipe it away, I just let it roll down my cheek and landing on the white pillow, leaving a weat little spot.

I felt him moving behind me and gently kissing me on my neck. I close my eyes, letting the small tears continue to roll down my cheeks. "Good morning," he said with his deep and raspy morning voice "Morning" I responded and turned around in his arms.

He brushed away the hair from my face with his hand "Do you want breakfast?" I only nodded my head, didn't want to say anything else so he wouldn't hear in my voice that I was crying. "Then I'm going to the nearest coffee shop and buying breakfast. Anything special you want?" I shook my head and he kissed me quickly on my lips before he unwrapped his arms from me and went out of the bed.

20 minutes later Shawn walked back into the room with a takeaway bag in his hand and a magazine in the other.

I rested my back against the headboard with a smile on my face. "I didn't know what you wanted so I took a bit of everything" he handed me the bag and the magazine "I'm sure I do" He leaned down but when our faces were just a few inches away from each other, his phone started to ring. He put up one finger in front of him, giving me a sign to wait. He moved the phone to his ear and ran his fingers through his curls.

He took away the phone from his ear and placed his hand on top of it "You can start eating. I'm coming soon" he said before he walked out of the bedroom and I could hear his voice fade away. I took up the magazine and thought that I could read it meanwhile I wait for him.

I look through the magazine and stop when I see pictures from the event Shawn took me to. There are pictures of the celebrities that were invited to the event and then my eyes caught the picture of me and Shawn. My eyes are drawn to the text that is written in a white bubble on the side of the picture.

'Lives of the rich and famous and lovestruck. Who is the new girl Shawn Mendes has been spotted with on the streets? And why did he bring her to the event? Is there something that we don't know? What do you hide Mr. Mendes?'

Oh, no. This is bad. This is really bad.

My heart sinks and my stomach starts to turn. I look on the other page and two of them are snapshots from me and Shawn on the streets when we're holding hands. How could we not notice that the paparazzi were following us?  I read the text about me and Shawn and it only got worse. I jumped through the pages unable to focus on what the line said.

I hear him opening the door and a quick rush of panic passes through me. "Now, let me turn off this phone so we can enjoy our last hours together" He could read on my facial expression that something was wrong. "What's that face?" "I don't know. You tell me" I toss the magazine at Shawn, who catches it as it hits his chest. He looks down at the magazine. "Celeb Weekly. So?" he looks up at me and raises one eyebrow. He tosses his phone on the bed and starting to stroll across the room, collapses into the armchair and starts to leaf through the pages.

His eyes widened and then looked up at me and stood up. He ran his hand through his hair once again. "I don't get it. We have been so careful. This has never happened before" he placed his hand over his mouth and started to rub his hand side to side. His face telling me that he is confused, just like me.

"I have been out on the street with my other prizes and this has never happened. My wife is going to kill me" My heart dropped. Did he just say, wife?

"Your what?!" I quickly got out of bed "My wife" Shawn said as it wasn't a big deal. "I heard that, you don't have to say that again. Why haven't you told me anything? Does she know that you bid on another woman?" I raised my voice. "No of course not. Well, we don't live with each other. We are separated but we haven't signed the divorce paper yet. So you don't have to worry" He said calmly and walked up to me. For some reason, I felt heartbroken. I know that there isn't something between me and Shawn. But for some reason, I just felt hurt. "You have been lying to me!" "No, I haven't. How can I possibly been lying to you when I haven't even told you about my relationship status. If I'm single or not"

"Why haven't you told me anything about her?!" I looked up at him and he stroke his thumb over my cheek. I don't know why I even care, he's just my bidder after all. But for some reason, I just feel mad at him. If he has a wife, why didn't he mention her? If he has a wife, why does he even participates in the auctions?

"Listen, it wasn't something I was trying to hide from you. At this point, our marriage is only a technicality. We have been separated for several months" "Then why haven't you told me about her?" his brown eyes switched between mine and smiled at me "Because I didn't want to ruin this. If I told you about her at the beginning of this week, we wouldn't be here now" He almost whispered and leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. "Don't worry. I'm gonna sign the divorce paper as quick as I can" he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me and put me down on the bed.

"Now, what do you say? Shall we eat breakfast?"

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"You know that you don't have to dress up like that, just because you're gonna drop me off at the airport. You know that right?" I said as I watched him button his white shirt leaving a few buttons open, revealing a little bit of his chest. He looked up at me through the mirror. "I know. But I want to" he said with a smirk on his face. I bit my lower lip. Why does he look so good in literally everything? Is it even legal to look like that? He would look hot in a potato sack.

(The outfit he's wearing)

After a few hours, Roger drove me and Shawn to Grace's apartment, just so I can grab my suitcase. And with the hope that she would be home by now so, I can say goodbye to her. But the apartment was empty, the apartment looked exactly like it did when we left it. I took my suitcase and wrote her a little goodbye note and left it on the refrigerator.

The ride to the airport was quiet. I can't believe that this is the end of the week. So much has happened during this week. I looked at Shawn who rested his head against the car window, his eyes followed every car that drove past us and I so want to know what's going on in his head right now.

Roger pulled up by the entrance to the airport and helped me out. I gave him a big and long hug. Even though we haven't been talking so much, I'm going to miss him a lot. "Take care Hannah," He said when we pulled away from the hug and he smiled at me "I will" I responded and turned around to face Shawn. And for the first time I saw, tears in his eyes? Wait, is he about to cry?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me in for a tight hug. Oh god. I'm going to miss this feeling. I don't want to let go. Why do I have to leave him?

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and I could hear his muffling sobbing sound. I ran my hands through his soft curls. Want to feel every part of him due is the last time I see him. I need to pull away, but I can't. It's something that's holding me here. In his arms. "Shawn?" I whispered in his ear and he pulled away from me a little. Still having his arms around my body. I wiped away his tears with my thumbs. My heart broke in thousands of pieces when I saw that he was crying.

"Thanks for this amazing week. I will never forget it and I will never forget you" he pressed his lips into a fine line and nodded his head. "And I won't forget you" his hand slipped around my neck, pulling my head closer to his, giving me a passionate and long kiss. Feeling his soft lips against mine. Oh god. I will never get tired of that feeling. I returned the kiss, wanting this moment to last forever.

He pulled me in for another hug. "Goodbye" he whispered in my ear and I felt my tears slowly rolling down my face. "Goodbye Shawn" we both pulled away from the hug. Even though I wanted to stay in his arms forever and I know he feels the same. I suddenly felt lonely without his touch.

He jumped in the car and I just stood there. Looking at him through the dark window. The dark glass keeps me from seeing his outline, but I see the window rolling down. "You better get inside so you don't miss your flight" he put a fake smile on his lips and his cheeks were red and puffy. And his eyes were teared up. "Y-yeah" was the only thing I manage to slip out of my mouth. I so wanted to run up to him, throwing myself in that limo and live with him forever. But I know that I can't. I have a life back in London that I need to get a hold of.

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I couldn't sleep on the flight. I just looked out of the window, only seeing the clouds that were underneath us. I looked at pictures that I took on Shawn during this week. I smiled, thinking back at the moments. Tears rolling down my cheeks, falling onto my phone.

It has only been one hour since I last saw him and I didn't know that I could miss someone that much. This has been the best week for a very long time, but also my worst.

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As quickly as I landed and got my suitcase I took a cab that drove me to the university. Oh god. I haven't missed this place at all.

As I walked through the hallway to my room I saw everyone looking and heard them whispering behind me. They probably have seen the photos of me and Shawn.

"Hey, Hannah" Liam say and walking beside me. "What do you want Liam?" I roll my eyes, only looking in front of me. "How was your week in Toronto?" "Why do you care?" I asked pissed. "I saw the pictures of you and that billionaire Shawn Mendes. Are you like friends or something like that?"

"Liam, why do you even care?" I stopped and looked at him. "I'm only asking" he shrugged and shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "It looked like more than just friends in my opinion" "So what?" "I just-" "No you know what? If I take care of my life you take care of yours. How does that sound?" He opened his mouth to answer but I didn't let him. "Good. Now can you go away? You standing in front of my door" he did as he was told and I slammed the door in front of his face.

I threw myself on the bed. Burying my face into my pillow. Letting the tears rolling down my cheeks. I then heard a knock on my door which made me look up from my pillow. Then I heard the knocking again. I walked to the door, wiping off my tears before I opened the door.

And I wasn't ready for what I saw behind the door.

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