how crazy would it be if i actually finished what i started in 2019. his replacement that is. or are we like over that now? it’s been so long since i added to it. lmk

his replacement pt. 5

a/n: After a veryyyy long break, I finally finished the 5th part. I started this story over a year ago and with one last part, pt 6, I think it’ll be finally finished. Sorry this took so long but I hope you can still enjoy it!

It may have been the bitterness deep inside of her or her need for comfort when she was in any mood other than happiness, but either way, she made a decision that she knew would push Harry’s buttons. It was quite bold for her to purposely hurt someone else’s feelings, but after a few drinks she stole from the kitchen, she wasn’t backing out now. 

It was around 10:30 p.m when Y/N left the comfort of her room and headed to the living room. Sat on the couch was Shawn and Harry, both holding a beer as they watched something on the T.V. 

“Hey guys, I just had a pretty great idea,” she stated to get their attention. They both turn their attention from the flat screen to her.

“Ok, let’s hear it,” Shawn prompted.

“Well, Harry, I’m assuming you’ll probably be very busy tomorrow with all those business plans you were telling us about.” She paused to wait for his confirmation. 

“Uh… yeah. It’s gonna be a long day.” The only item on his agenda is pining after Y/N, but Shawn doesn’t need to know that. 

“So you’re gonna need to get a lot of rest tonight and sleeping on a couch is not gonna give you that. If it’s alright with Shawn, you should just take his bed and he and I can share mine.” She fakes an innocent smile and watches as Harry has to hold back his annoyance with her suggestion.

“No, that’s alright. I’ve already intruded enough,” Harry rejects the offer. The last thing he wants is his girl sharing a bed with another guy.

“Oh, nonsense. I’m perfectly fine giving up my bed. And she’s right, you’ll need all the rest you can get for those business meetings,” Shawn said.

No matter how many different excuses Harry could come up with, he saw how determined they were to sleep together, so he gave up and accepted the offer. 

“Great, glad that’s settled!” Y/N retreated back to her room. 

The guys stayed up for another hour until their show was over, before heading to bed. Shawn quickly grabbed some essentials from his room, like his charger, and then left Harry on his own.

Shawn was excited to share a bed with Y/N; it gave him a chance to finally talk about their conversation from the morning. Y/N was fond of sharing a bed with Shawn because she enjoyed his company and it would piss Harry off even more. Lastly, Harry’s blood was boiling knowing how close they’d be tonight and he knows she did this on purpose.

Shawn softly knocks on Y/N’s door after telling Harry the room is all his and waits for the quiet “come in” before entering. Y/N’s bedside lamp is on, providing a soft light that shows the beauty of her makeup-free face. When she sees Shawn enter, she scoots over from the middle of the bed to the left side to make room for him. He’s quick to slide under the covers with her and get ready to sleep. She makes sure to turn off the lamp because she has a habit of accidentally falling asleep with lights on.

“So are you going to tell me the real reason you wanted me to sleep in here tonight?” Shawn asks with a sly smirk on his face. She ignored his facial expression and got confused by his words. Did he know her intentions of hurting Harry? No, that’s impossible, Y/N thinks.

“What do you mean? Just wanted to make the guest more comfortable.” She tried to off her excuse smoothly.

“Are you sure it’s not because you missed my cuddles from last night.” Y/N relaxes at his playfulness.

“That’s definitely it, you got me.” She moves closer to rest her head on his chest and to rest her arm across him. He reciprocates her touches and wraps his arms around her. He lets out a dramatic and loud sigh of content and she giggles at his silliness.

They lay in silence for a while before Shawn speaks up softly. “I’m glad you asked me to come on this trip with you.” His sweet words put a smile on her face.

“I’m glad you accepted. I’d be miserable if you weren’t here with me,” Y/N replies and she means it. She knows that if Shawn turned her down and her other friends were busy, she’d be here alone which would lead her thinking about Harry nonstop. And that thinking would’ve led her to self-destruct. Luckily, though, Shawn was here for her and managed to take her mind off all of the negative things going on, including the dispute she was currently in with the man a few doors away.

“Have you decided yet on how you feel about there possibly being an us?” questions Shawn. Y/N moves her head to look at him in the eyes. She hesitates to answer, thinking an answer over in her head. She likes Shawn,  she really does. But ever since Harry has showed  up, she hasn’t been able to get him out of head. She knew she is better off with someone like Shawn, someone who knows what he wants and wants her from the beginning. 

“You’re so great, Shawn, and I really like you. But, I think I’ll need some more time to think it over.” Her response seemed to be enough as he gives a soft smile and nods his head in understanding.

He raises his hand to stroke her hair. “Take all the time you need, I’m not going anywhere,” he spoke. Those simple words were enough to warm her heart. That’s all Y/N wanted, a man to be there for her, something Harry had seemed to fail at recently. The conversation ended after that and after a few long minutes, the both of them were sleeping peacefully.

Pancakes. The smell of pancakes flooded the beach house early in the morning. Y/N woke thanks to her senses and immediately wanted to track down where the smell was coming from. Of course, it led her to the kitchen, where Harry stood flipping puddles of batter. He was wearing a random t-shirt that more than likely belonged to Shawn. He turned his head at the sound of her approaching.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Ya hungry?” He asked cheerily, too cheerily for someone who is up before 8:30.

“Yesss, I’m starving.” She took a seat on the bar stool behind the island. Harry grabbed a paper plate, knowing that neither he or Y/N wanted to wash syrupy plates, and plopped a pancake on it. Y/N noticed how it was shaped poorly like Mickey Mouse, which instantly caused a smile to appear on her lips. He knew her favorite place in the United States was Disneyland or Disneyworld, basically anything Disney. She had so many memories there with her family growing up and it would always hold a special place in her heart.

“Sorry about the blobby looking Mickey, couldn’t quite make the circle shapes equal,” Harry said sheepishly.

“A for effort.” Y/N picked up her butter knife and started dismembering her pancake. Harry took a seat next to her and began digging in as well.

At first, they didn’t say anything. They just sat in silence, eating Mickey, and gulping their coffees. But as soon as Y/N got syrup all over her mouth, and some on her clothes, Harry was quick to tease her and the kitchen soon filled with laughter. It had been a long time since Harry heard her laugh. Even before she had left for vacation, he hadn’t focused much time on being with her and making her laugh. But now that he’s hearing the loud and obnoxious noise coming from her mouth, he never wants it to stop.

“Wow, who made pancakes?!” They’re interrupted by an inquiry from Shawn.

“Harry did and they’re delicious.”

Awkward is how Y/N and Harry would describe breakfast. Normal is how Shawn saw it. However, all three had a decent time. Soon after the three ate, Harry finally headed out of their rented home for his “business meetings.” Although he was leaving without Y/N by his side, he was feeling more optimistic than when he first arrived. They were able to get through a meal together without her rolling her eyes in his direction or without her trying to rush out of the room and he saw that as progress. Plus he knew he’d be seeing her again shortly. Shawn had presented the idea that the three of them went out to dinner that evening, under the impression that Harry would be leaving to head home soon. This time Harry is going to be prepared for the next time he sees her and truly believes she’ll be on the flight home with him.

For the first time since arriving in the Bahamas, Y/N has gone out to the beach by herself for some alone time. Just her, a book, and the beach breeze. 

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The warm, calming evening breeze and the bright sunset made it impossible for Y/N not to choose a table outside the restaurant. In L.A, the three of them usually didn’t get an opportunity like this, paps and fans would spot them too easily and they’d wouldn’t be able to eat in total peace. But here in the Bahamas, it’s as if they were ordinary because no one seemed to care about who they were.

Harry was officially leaving the next day and if he wanted Y/N with him, he needed to try harder. 

They didn’t talk about much as they sat and looked at their food options. They spoke about what was next for the three of them and how Harry enjoyed his mini vacation. It was when Harry had gotten up to use the restroom that the evening had changed. Shawn reached his hand across the table and placed it on Y/N’s.

The intimate feeling was nice… at first. But then the quiet sound of a distant camera shutter sparked Y/N’s interest and she knee they’d been spotted. She tried her hardest not to look in the direction it was coming, mostly for the effort to keep her face out of the pictures. But from the corner of her eye, she could see 2 men taking pictures of them from across the street. That’s when the slight panic of what their current situation could look like to outsiders. A well known girl like herself holding hands clear as day with THE popstar Shawn Mendes. It screams dating rumors. 

“Do you see what I see?” She asks Shawn, referring to the two men. 

“Yeah, just some lousy paps. They’re keeping their distance though so no need to worry.” His words are calming but she can’t get the image of what future tabloids will look like if they keep holding hands. She retracts her hand from Shawn’s grip causing a look of confusion on his part. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t hold hands out in public right now. The paps might get the wrong idea,” she explained. 

“The paps always get the wrong idea but would that be such a terrible thing?” Shawn counters. 

“No, I guess not.” 

Harry’s POV

As I leave for the restroom, I see Shawn reach for Y/N’s hand. I won’t lie, it strikes me with annoyance and jealousy but maybe this is what I deserve. Besides, a small amount of hand holding is nothing compared to the conversation I overheard when I got back. The door leading to the outside balcony of the restaurant rested ajar, making it easier to hear what is going on from inside. 

“No, I guess not,” are the last words I hear before my blood begins to boil. I knew these two had a budding friendship and I knew her showing off how close shew was to him was to make me jealous. But it never crossed my mind that she would actually consider dating this fool. The thought of her moving on so fast with a guy that isn’t me causes my anger to pile up until I have to say something. I storm over to the table and they are startled by the sudden change in attitude. 

“You can’t be serious right now, Y/N?! You think someone like him can handle you. Well he can’t and he probably won’t want to after he spends more time with you!” My comment sparks a face of offense but I’m not done yet. “You know why? Because you’re a lot to handle. You’re demanding and picky and bossy. Everything has to be your way; always five minutes early, dessert before dinner, music at least loud enough to drown out the whole car, Last Christmas must be played the first snowfall in your hometown. But you know what, I love it! You keep me on track and make everything more fun. You cry a lot and a lot of dudes don’t like that but I love it because you’re not afraid to show your emotions even when that means crying every other day.” I take a deep breath from my ranting and I can see how speechless both of them are. Before she has time to slap me or walk I continue. “I’m sorry for being shitty recently, I have no excuses. But I have never stopped caring for you and this time apart has been literal hell. I just want you to come home to me again.” And with that, I’m done. Shawn stares at Y/N with confusion etched on his face. Y/N refuses to look at him and continues staring at me.

“Say something, Y/N.”

dedicating my afternoon to finishing the next part of his replacement bc it’s been wayyy too long and i hate myself for it.

also this gem came up on tik tok and i think it’s hilarious so i thought i’d share :)

3 week spring break means i will finally have time to prioritize writing and hopefully finish His Replacement!! 🤩

his replacement pt. 5 sneak peek!!

a/n: This took way to long to finally start working on again but I finally figured out how I want this next part to go. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek to part 5 just to show that I’m actually working on it!

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It may have been the bitterness deep inside of her or her need for comfort when she was in any mood other than happiness, but either way, she made a decision that she knew would push Harry’s buttons. It was quite bold for her to purposely hurt someone else’s feelings, but after a few drinks she stole from the kitchen, she wasn’t backing out now. 

It was around 10:30 p.m when Y/N left the comfort of her room and headed to the living room. Sat on the couch was Shawn and Harry, both holding a beer as they watched something on the T.V. 

“Hey guys, I just had a pretty great idea,” she stated to get their attention. They both turn their attention from the flat screen to her.

“Ok, let’s hear it,” Shawn prompted.

“Well, Harry, I’m assuming you’ll probably be very busy tomorrow with all those business plans you were telling us about.” She paused to wait for his confirmation. 

“Uh… yeah. It’s gonna be a long day.” The only item on his agenda is pining after Y/N, but Shawn doesn’t need to know that. 

“So you’re gonna need to get a lot of rest tonight and sleeping on a couch is not gonna give you that. If it’s alright with Shawn, you should just take his bed and he and I can share mine.” She fakes an innocent smile and watches as Harry has to hold back his annoyance with her suggestion.

“No, that’s alright. I’ve already intruded enough,” Harry rejects the offer. The last thing he wants is his girl sharing a bed with another guy.

“Oh, nonsense. I’m perfectly fine giving up my bed. And she’s right, you’ll need all the rest you can get for those business meetings,” Shawn said.

No matter how many different excuses Harry could come up with, he saw how determined they were to sleep together, so he gave up and accepted the offer. 

“Great, glad that’s settled!” Y/N retreated back to her room. 

The guys stayed up for another hour until their show was over, before heading to bed. Shawn quickly grabbed some essentials from his room, like his charger, and then left Harry on his own.

Shawn was excited to share a bed with Y/N; it gave him a chance to finally talk about their conversation from the morning. Y/N was fond of sharing a bed with Shawn because she enjoyed his company and it would piss Harry off even more. Lastly, Harry’s blood was boiling knowing how close they’d be tonight and he knows she did this on purpose.

finally doing some writing!

his replacement pt. 4

a/n: okay so this took me forever and I apologize. Life has been hectic. But anyway, hope you enjoy and check out the other parts if you haven’t! 3.1k

pt. 1    pt. 2     pt. 3 

Most people would be stoked when a world known rockstar is standing before them in the doorway. But Y/N is not most people. She spent many years of her youth building and strengthening her self confidence and self respect. So unlike most people, she is not excited to see the man who has crushed her feelings and felt no remorse. She’s confused and agitated.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” is the first thing she asks him. 

“Well hello to you, too,” he responds sarcastically, but she is not amused. He lifts up his hand to show her the bag he is carrying, it’s the food she ordered. “The delivery man and I got here at the same time so I thought I’d pay and hand deliver it to you.” He smiles at her, the type of smile used to win someone over. But it’s going to take more than a meaningless smile on an incredibly handsome man to win her over, at least that’s what she tells herself.

“Great, you’ve delivered it and now you can go. I’ll make sure you get a 5 star rating.” She slowly starts closing the door but he stops it with the raise of his hand. 

“Wait,” he sighs, “can we just talk, please? I came all this way.”

She opens the door wider. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“You know that’s not true.” 

Their conversation about having a conversation stops at the sound of feet padding against the hardwood floor. Soon, a curly headed Shawn, who managed to find some sweatpants, appears.

“Hey, I came to check on what was taking so lo-,” he stops himself once he notices the man standing in front of him. “Woah, is Harry Styles really standing in our doorway?” 

“Yeah, man. How you doin’?” Harry asks as he extends his hand for a shake. Harry and Shawn had met before at different music events and more recently, the Met Gala. As far as Y/N knows, Harry had always enjoyed his brief interactions with the younger man. But now, within these first 40 seconds of talking, she can see the agitation in his eyes. Shawn is oblivious to it and he has no reason to suspect Harry would have a problem with him, considering hardly anyone knew about Harry and Y/N’s interest in each other.

Shawn met Harry with a handshake. They finished a quick introduction with the routine “I’m good, how are you... that’s good.”

“So what are you doing in the Bahamas?” Shawn quizzed. There’s uncertainty on Harry’s face, he contemplated telling the truth: I’m here to beg Y/N for forgiveness because I was a proper dick and I don’t want her to replace me with you. But, Harry being the mostly private man he is, would never reveal his personal problems with a man he’s had two conversations with before. 

“I-I have a business meeting in a few days, thought I come early to enjoy the beach.”

“Oh, good decision, the beach is beautiful.” At this point, Y/N has never felt more awkward in a conversation. She’s standing there, irritated by Harry’s presence and hoping that Shawn will stop being such a nice guy so that Harry could leave already.

But instead, Harry doesn’t leave. He stays and makes up answers to Shawn’s many questions. He steals many glances at Y/N, taking in her appearance: arms crossed, subtle scowl on her face as she stares as the floor. He knows she’s uncomfortable and for this reason, he tries to wrap up this whole thing. 

“Yeah, well I should be going, gotta do some relaxing before these meetings.”

“Nice of you to stop by,” Y/N says, as she starts closing the door. 

She was so close, so very close to getting Harry out of here, but no. Shawn just had to speak up. 

“Harry! You should meet up with us at the beach later.” Y/N mentally groans at his requests.

Harry tried turning him down, tried to make more excuses, but Shawn was determined. For what reason? Y/N and Harry had no idea, but by the time Harry was leaving, he had no choice but to agree. The three of them were set to meet at a beach closest to the beachhouse at 2. 

new part of his replacement up soon

after such a long wait, pt 4 of his replacement should be up in an hour or so. I’ve been pushing myself to get this done. Stay tuned!

his replacement pt. 4 SNEAK PEEK

A/N: I’ve been working on this part for the past 2 days but I thought I’d post this so y’all know it’s actually on it’s way. So here’s 200-something words of the next part. Full thing will be out soon. 

“So what are you doing in the Bahamas?” Shawn quizzed. There’s uncertainty on Harry’s face, he contemplated telling the truth: I’m here to beg Y/N for forgiveness because I was a proper dick and I don’t want her to replace me with you. But, Harry being the mostly private man he is, would never reveal his personal problems with a man he’s had two conversations with before. 

“I-I have a business meeting in a few days, thought I come early to enjoy the beach.” 

“Oh, good decision, the beach is beautiful.” At this point, Y/N has never felt more awkward in a conversation. She’s standing there, irritated by Harry’s presence and hoping that Shawn will stop being such a nice guy so that Harry could leave already.

But instead, Harry doesn’t leave. He stays and makes up answers to Shawn’s many questions. He steals glances at Y/N, taking in her appearance: arms crossed, subtle scowl on her face as she stares as the floor. He knows she’s uncomfortable and for this reason, he tries to wrap up this whole thing. 

“Yeah, well I should be going, got some relaxing before these meetings.”

“Nice of you to stop by,” Y/N says, as she starts closing the door. 

She was so close, so very close to getting Harry out of here, but no. Shawn just had to speak up.

finally pt. 4

It’s been a long wait but I’ve finally figured out how i want to write part 4 and i will finish writing soon. thank you all for your patience ❤️

his replacement pt. 3

a/n: Here is part 3!! It took me about 4 hours so I hope you enjoy! There will be a part 4  2.7K 

2 days. Harry had no idea what to do in LA for the next 2 days until his flight to the Bahamas. By default, he was gonna spend them worrying. Thoughts ran through his mind of all the things Y/N and Shawn could do in a paradise. Perhaps she’d let him see her in the same intimate way Harry had seen her so many times before. Or maybe she’d decide he was much more of a gentleman and completely rid Harry from her life, although he knew he deserved it but it still hurt. 

But he couldn’t dwell on it too much. He spent two days reflecting on the events leading up to this moment. How this messy situation started and what drove her away. Including the argument that he didn’t think would make such a drastic change between them.

A few days before they were supposed to leave for their trip, Y/N had arrived at Harry’s house to hangout like she usually did. They were sitting on the couch, some music on for background noise. Harry was busy on his laptop - business emails awaiting him - and Y/N was scrolling through her social media apps to pass the time until she had his attention.

“Oh my god, Harry, look at this.” Y/N tilted her phone his direction so he could quickly glance at the picture of a friend of hers posing on the beach. It may not have been the same beach where they were heading to but it was still beautiful. Harry only responded with a lift of his eyebrows in an uninterested expression before going back to typing. “I can’t wait for our trip. Which reminds me, have you packed yet?” 

Y/N could tell he wasn’t listening, she’d learned he’s not very good at focusing on two different things at once. He confirms her thought when after a long pause, he says, “What’d ya say?”

With a slightly frustrated sigh, she repeats herself slowly. “Have you packed yet, ya know, for our trip?” He fully looks up from his device with furrowed brows.

“Uh, no. What trip?” At first, Y/N thought he must be joking. But when he stayed silent and the questioning look remained, she realized he truly forgot.

“Harry, you really forgot?! The trip I booked for us 2 weeks ago for the Bahamas.” The  more details she gave, the more he still didn’t recall any of these plans.

“Why would you plan a trip for us?” Y/N went on to explain the discussion they had those 2 weeks ago. She mentioned him going on a vacation a few weeks before he went on his world tour because she knew how restless touring got. And he told her what a great idea that would be but of course he didn’t want to go alone. And as she continued to elaborate on the details, she found herself getting more and more angry. Here they were a few days away from what was supposed to be a nice, relaxing vacation (that she lowkey hoped would develop their relationship) and he couldn’t remember a single thing about what they had talked about. 

He took note of frustration in her voice, and decided to add on to his list of mistakes that night. “Ok I didn’t mean to forget, but either way I’m not going.” That sentence is all it took for her jaw to drop. Meanwhile, he goes back to focusing on whatever emails his team has sent him.

“Wh-what do you mean you’re not going?! I plan something nice for you that you seemed so excited for last week and now all of a sudden you’re not going?!” The disbelief in her voice is clear

“Listen Y/N, I don’t have time to go on holiday, okay?” His patience has run thin and his tone has turned rude. “I have a world tour I need to prepare for. So as I just said. I’m. Not. Going. I don’t get why you care so much anyway.” His excuse ignites a flame inside her while his lack of compassion stings her heart. 

Grinding her teeth, she takes his laptop from him to get his full attention. Before he can even protest, she cuts him off. “I care because I’ve spent all this time planning and paying for a trip with you. But here you are canceling on me very last minute! And that’s frustrating, Harry, because this would’ve been our last chance to spend time together before you disappear for months on tour.” Y/N mentally pats herself on the back for staying composed as she tells him how she’s feeling. Now this would be the time when the Harry she knows would see the other side and apologize or try to come to a compromise. 

Too bad this wasn’t the Harry she knows. “God, Y/N, spending time with you isn’t my top priority right now. You’re not my fucking girlfriend so get off my back. I’ve got things to take care of here in LA, the beach isn’t going anywhere. So if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of something.” He grabs the laptop back from where she had put it before she could respond.

But she didn’t even know how to respond. She was hurt to say the least, but also mad as hell. Across from her was a total asshole who felt no guilt for degrading her after she had given so much of herself to him. How does one respond after being blindsided like so?

“Fuck you, Harry.” 

And Harry hasn’t seen her since. He hasn’t talked to her in any way since because she won’t respond to him. And now he has to wait impatiently to apologize in person in two days. These are about to be the longest days of his life.

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Y/N and Shawn, however, know exactly how to pass the time on their trip. They visit the beach everyday, whether it is to swim or just for a nice morning walk. They fell into a routine of Y/N either cooking or ordering breakfast while Shawn meditates on the back deck. And then they choose something to do that day. 

Yesterday, they went swimming with pigs and snorkeling. And today, they headed onto a boat to explore the ocean and surrounding island. It was the evening activity that they were looking forward to the most. The beach bar. Luckily for them, the legal drinking age is 18 so Shawn could join in on the fun.

And that’s exactly what they did. After a fun boat trip, that she even got to do a little steering, they cleaned themselves up and went to a beach bar within walking distance. 

Shawn can’t figure out if it’s the lighting in this mostly outside bar or the two beers that he has already downed, but something has him noticing Y/N’s beauty more than usual. He’s always saw her as a gorgeous girl and sometimes her laugh made his knees weak, but at this moment she looked ethereal. The sun that she has endured has tanned her smooth skin, that is noticeable in her shorts and tube top, and lightened her hair in a way that makes it look perfect as it rests on her shoulder. 

But it’s the smile she’s wearing as she strikes up conversation with the older, local bartender that has him mentally swooning over her. He’s never had a chance to admire her for her kindness. His thoughts consumed by her are temporarily distracted as she pulls him back into their conversation and continues to hand him alcoholic beverages.

By the end of the night, the alcohol is having a strong effect on both of them, Shawn more than her. She wanted to be able to walk them to their temporary home when they were done. She says goodbye to the bartender, who she genuinely enjoyed talking to, and takes another drink out of Shawn’s hand. 

“Goodbye you two. You guys make a beautiful couple by the way.” The words of the bartender, although incorrect, make it impossible for her not to smile. She thanks him and collects Shawn from his seat.

The walk back was interesting. Y/N was sober enough to know how to get there but she definitely didn’t it walking in a straight line. And Shawn, oh that boy. He'd occasionally start yelling lyrics from infamous songs out into the quiet night. He would claim to get dizzy every once and awhile so he held onto Y/N to keep his balance. She didn’t mind his physical contact to say the least. 

When they arrived at the house, Y/N had dropped him off at his door and let him figure out what to do from there. She had gone to her own room - the one that faced the beach and the waves could be heard - and undressed into pajamas. She pondered if she had enough energy to remove her makeup and decided to just do it so that morning her wouldn’t be mad. 

Y/N hadn’t even been in bed for 5 minutes before there was a knock on her door. “Yes, Shawn?” she groaned. He opened the door enough to pop his head in, some curls dangling onto his face.

“Y/N, can I ask for a favor.” This piqued her interest because what could he possibly need this late and this drunk.

“Sure, what’s up?” 

“It’s just that,” he interrupted himself with a soft giggle, “I’m kinda, a little, tiny bit drunk.” His slurred words and his need to state the clear observation makes Y/N laugh at how adorable he is. “And well, I can’t sleep in my room because the waves are too loud and are giving me a headache.”

Shawn’s room was in the opposite direction from hers, which means it’s farther from the beach and the sound of the waves are much fainter. Y/N knew this even with the alcohol running in her system. But she didn’t say anything because she knew this was his attempt in sharing a bed with her, and she could use some harmless company. 

“Fine, get over. Don’t hog the covers though.” The edges of his lips perk up into a smile and he rushes in before she can change her mind. She takes in his appearance. Somehow he was able to undress himself in his state and now all he has on are his signature Calvin Klein  boxer briefs. 

Even under the influence, Shawn is still respectful and keeps a good amount of distance between them, not wanting to cross too many boundaries - at least not all in one night.There’s a moment of silence between them and she thinks he may be asleep from how deep his breathing has gotten. However, Shawn clears his throat to speak.

 “Y/N?”

“Shawn?”

“I agree with Lukas. We would be a beautiful couple.” 

Speechless. Y/N can’t find words. What kind of response was he looking for? Was that his way of admitting he had feelings for her? So many things she was thinking about. And luckily he had fallen asleep soon after, giving her the time to sort through her thoughts.

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 All that sorting had put her to sleep and when she wakes up in the morning she had noticed her pillow had shifted from fluffy cotton to muscly flesh. Lifting her head to observe her position, she sees that her head was rested on Shawn’s chest, her arm draped over his stomach, and their legs intertwined. She has always been a cuddly person so she’s not surprised she migrated towards him in her sleep. 

She looks up to his face to see that he is still asleep, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips. He looks so soft and peaceful. She continues to admire him until a weak headache begins pounding on the back of her head. Slowly removing herself from Shawn, which causes him to stir a little, she tiptoes to her bag to grab the advil she packed. She grabs some for herself and then leaves some on the bedside for him to take when he awakes. She leaves the room to get some water for the both of them and order some breakfast. 

She returns right as he starts to stir awake. She crawls back onto the bed and sits on her knees. “Morning, sunshine.” He groans in pain from the headache the alcohol has left him and from the brightness of the sun shining through the window. Wordlessly, she hands him the water and the pills to help with the hangover.

“How’d I end up here - I mean I’m not complaining, just wondering,” he asks after successfully swallowing his medication and gives her a sly smile. Y/N didn’t know if she should bring up the “beautiful couple” part from last night.

“You practically begged to cuddle with me last night and I was feeling generous.” He could tell right off the bat that she wasn’t being serious.

“Oh really? Are you sure you weren’t the one begging for me?” His teasing words cause a faint blush on her cheeks.

“I’m positive. You were the drunk one so it’s not like you can remember.” Oh, but if only she knew the parts he did remember. He remembered the way he clung onto her on the way home and how much he missed her presence when she had left him in his room. He even remembers his last words before falling asleep and waking up in the middle of the night to her nuzzling into his chest.

“Is that so? Then what else am I forgetting about last night?” Y/N is internally panicked. Bringing up his previous statement from the night before could lead to a conversation full of answers to her many questions. Or she could just embarrass herself because maybe he didn’t mean it.

She would never know unless she asked. “You may have mentioned something about us.”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Us? What about us?” 

She bites her lower lip out of nervousness. “Oh, just something about being a beautiful couple, no biggie.” He lets out a soft chuckle at her faux chill attitude.

“And how did you feel about that?” She scooted closer to him. She stayed rested on the knees as the one side of her leg rested against the side of his leg. He was resting against the headboard and moved his hand to rest on her knee.

“Honestly, I haven’t decided yet but it’s definitely not the worst idea I’ve heard.” It may not be a clear yes, but the way she talked so shyly, her response has made him giddy and full of hope.

“Well then maybe I can help you make up your mind.” He moves his hand from her knee up to cup her cheek. She takes note of how sexy he looks with that devilish smirk on his lips. He slowly leans in until his face, or more specifically his lips were inches away. “Can I kiss you,” he asks softly. It looks like she got the answer to her many questions.

She doesn’t respond before closing the distance between them. Her hands automatically moved to the back of his neck. Butterflies swarmed her stomach when she felt his tongue lick her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She gladly accepted and, with his guidance, she moved to straddle his lap.

The sound of the doorbell is what breaks their heated kiss. Shawn raises his eyebrows in question as to who is at the door. “I ordered breakfast. I’ll be right back.” Y/N swings her leg up and over to get down from the bed. Just as she starts walking away, Shawn grabs her wrist lightly and turns her around. He pulls her in for a quick sweet peck to the lips and lets her leave to get their food.

His sweet gesture makes her giddy and smile like a lovesick idiot. How can she not when she was just kissing Shawn Mendes, hottie extraordinaire. She felt at peace for how things were turning out for her. She grabs her wallet off the counter to pay for the food. The impatient delivery man knocks again. 

“Relax,” she says as she answers the door, “I’m right he- Harry?”

Since when did Harry Styles become a delivery man?!