Chapter 9

Emma

After my awkward encounter with Harry, I headed home for a well deserved nap. I mean how can that bitch just leave him like that and then take his son away from him? I'm taking notes from him. I'm not going to end up like that... no offense to Harry.

Anywho, I got home but stopped dead in my tracks. Oh god, oh god, oh god. No! He can't be here here. This is such a bad time! There he stood in the flesh, Shawn Mendes. God fuck him and, his perfect smile and, tall height and, broad shoulders and, toned legs and, beautiful six pack with his perfect hair and, his Canadian self.

"You thought you saw the last of me eh?" Fuck him. I pushed past the former Canadian foreign exchange student and into my house.

Why was he back though? He was only suppose to be here in London for a year.

"Also, wanted to see how you were handling being homeschooled. Didn't get a chance to ask at the party before I left back to Toronto." My mom gasped.

"Parties?" I shot my mom glare before I looked to my mum in anger. First of all, why would she let come?

"He can't visit?" I shook my head. Why does she think ex-boyfriends can visit?

"Oh come on Em, I missed your mom's cooking." Shawn fucking Mendes is the last thing I need right now. I'm sore and exhausted and in need of a nap and a shit load of painkillers. Harry didn't go as easy as he thought on me.

"No mum." I snapped and headed to my room.

"Oh but he's so nice!" Yeah yeah what ever. I plopped on my bed and smiked remembering Luke. I was bored and needed something to take my mind off of Harry and now Shawn.

After a few hours of texting him I decided that I'd join the rest of society and go out. Luke wanted to meet up for our first date with me and I couldn't be more excited to be seeing him so quickly. I changed into something cuter to wear. High waisted light wash skinny jeans with a pair of tall thigh high boots, flats. I'm already tall. A somewhat oversized gray sweater and tucked the front part into my jeans. I applied little make up and left my hair alone. Picking up my purse, phone, and keys, I headed down the stairs.

"Where are you going now?" My parental unit clearly annoyed that I don't want to spend time with my ex, said.

"On a date." I made sure to make eye contact with Shawn. I left before anyone could say anything else. I have to stop doing things with Harry now. I mean technically Luke and I aren't a thing but I would still feel like I'm cheating. Does that make any sense? It does to me. I got in my car and drove off to a small cafe that we agreed to meet up at.

Getting out I began to feel nervous. I haven't been on a date since Shawn. I decided I was done with boys in highschool. Luke isn't in highschool and he's like what, twenty two now. I'm seventeen but I turn eighteen here next week. Is it really that big of a deal? I walked in to see him dressed nice. A white button down with black skinny jeans and a pair of black boots.

"Hi." He said with a shaky voice. Glad to know I wasn't the only one who was super nervous. I sat down with him and sat here not saying anything. Oh god this is weird.

"So," he started.

"So." I repeated.

"Tell me a bit about yourself." He bluntly stated and I began go think but came up empty. Oh shit I'm boring.

"I like to party." That's all I could think of.

"And read." I said. He smiled.

"Me too, when I have time of course." I smiled at him and we continued to talk for a long time and that's when it hit me. I really can't continue with Harry.

I mean this boy in front of me is someone I can relate to and is young and is on the same level as me. Luke is someone that I really do want to pursue and be with. He is super smart and charming and talented and down to earth and means what he says. I can see myself being with him for a very long time.

"Guys we are closing soon so, wrap up your conversion or take it elsewhere." The store manager said and we looked outside. It was dark already. Luke and I stood up and he took my hand in his and we walked out. He was such a gentleman and I really wanted to be with him. He walked me to my car and that's when I stopped to face him and just pressed my lips to him. It took him by surprise. He slowly began to kiss me back and held me softly and kissed me softly. Wait what if this was too soon? I began to think of Harry and the way he kisses me. He's so experienced and kissed me like a man would. I pulled back.

"I'm sorry." I said and he smiled at me.

"For what? That was a nice surprise." His smile was lazy and had no effort and looked beautiful.

"I don't usually kiss on first dates." I said looking down and felt like a fool.

Yeah but I sucked Harry's dick within the first week and fucked him.

"Well I'm happy you did. This is the first of many kisses Emma." I felt better after he pecked my nose and took my hands in his.

"Teach me guitar sometime." He winked at me while pulling away hands still in mine.

"I would love to." He let go and, I watched him slowly walk away. He looked back at me once and, I waved a small wave before I turned to my car and got in. Why do I feel so giddy now? Anywho, I drove back to my house and frowned.

"For fucks sake." I got out of my car and headed inside. Shawn was still here. Casually sipping a beer... in my bed.

"No, nope. Out." He sighed.

"I'm jet lagged. The least you could do is do me solid and let me sleep." Maybe I am a bitch but I'm understanding. And, I didn't feel like arguing so I sighed and walked past him to change. I cleaned off my make up and changed into a pair of pajama pants and a Calvin Klein bralette. Throwing my hair up, I brushed my teeth and headed to my bed. I set my phone down, charging it and laid flat on my back.

"Why did you break up with me?" His voice broke through and I turned my head briefly to look at him and then back at the ceiling. I knew this question was coming. I dumped him and didn't give him a reason.

"I don't do long distance." But here I was wanting a relationship with Luke who travled a lot because of his job.

"I figured. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

"Wow." I said disappointed. He just wanted to fuel his ego.

"I didn't mean it like that. It just hurt you know. You said this isn't working and cut off all contact with me. I let it go because it wasn't worth fighting for. I mean I was moving back to Canada but, it still hurt." I guess that was a dick move. We housed him when he came over and then fell for each other.

"Sorry, I just wasn't in the best shape to be in a relationship and I felt like I forced it. I liked you a lot but it was just bad timing and I knew that you had to go home." Now I wonder why he was back.

"Why are you back, first of all?" He rolled onto his side to face me.

"I graduated remember. I want to see the world before I start real life. And, I wanted to see if you were doing better." He cares about me?

"Thanks. I'm doing a lot better." Last year was a rough on me. I lost a sibling and it was hard. I didn't handle it well at all. That's the real reason I began drinking and doing drugs.

But I've excepted my lost and knew that I needed to properly move on.

"Glad to see you back on your feet." He said before I looked back to him for a brief second then to the ceiling.

I let out a breath and shut my eyes.

"Good night Shawn."

"Good night Emma."