lights on [shawn mendes]

Lights were flashing in the cramped club. Parker's eyes were hurting, and her head was throbbing from the alcohol. Some girl was grinding up against her, and their arms were intertwined around each other's necks.

Her lips were making their way down Parker's neck, making sure to leave bruises for the next day. Suddenly, the feeling was gone as she was being dragged away from the girl on the dance floor.

"W-Why did you do that?" Parker hiccuped, sitting on a barstool.

"Because you need to take a break." Robin said, brushing the hair out of Parker's face. "You know, that guy over there has been eyeing you all night."

Parker looked over at this mysterious guy, who, to her surprise, was actually looking at her. As soon as her eyes met his, he smiled, brushing his curly brown hair out of the way with his fingers.

She had only hooked up with one other guy in her life, and he had been the one to take her virginity at the prime age of 16, right before her parents died.

"Eh — He's not my type." Parker shrugged, downing a shot of vodka.

"He most definitely is your type." Robin said, laughing. "Go talk to him. You might even get laid tonight."

"How are you so okay with this?" Parker asked.

"You deserve someone who's gonna make you feel special, Park. I wasn't that person for you." Robin said. "Just go talk to him. Who knows, he might even be your soulmate."

"Soulmate? Please." Parker laughed. "But I'll go talk to him, I guess." She said, hopping off the barstool. "Wish me luck." She smirked, spinning around and walking towards the guy with the dark brown eyes.

The guy took a sip of his beer, smirking at the petite girl walking towards him. "Hi." He said softly, which Parker couldn't hear over the loud noise.

"Wanna dance?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. He put down his beer and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

They started off slow, his hands were resting on her hips, making their way to her ass. She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was much taller than her, so it was hard for her to connect her hands.

He leaned down, kissing her neck. She moaned into his ear, running her hands up his covered stomach; she could feel his abs through the shirt, and she bit her lip again.

"Do you wanna get out of here." He whispered in her ear. She nodded, kissing his earlobe. "I have a car outside." He said before lifting his head up, pulling her to the door.

She spotted Robin at the bar, and Parker winked at her. Robin smiled and took a shot, happy but also sad that her ex-girlfriend was going home with someone who wasn't her.

The guy pulled her into the back of a car, and it started moving. "Who's driving?" She asked as his hands roamed her body.

"My driver." He said, and she rolled her eyes. Of course she found someone who was rich enough to have a driver; that must mean he's a pretentious jackass, and that pissed her off.

He continued to kiss her neck, and she didn't know if she wanted to go any further with him. "Wait — What's your name?" She asked him.

"Shawn." He said, with an award winning smile. "Shawn Mendes."

"I'm Parker." She said, connecting their lips instantly. Of course she knew who he was; he was her sister's favorite singer, but that didn't stop her from making the night longer.

By the time they reached Shawn's house, Parker's tight dress had been shimmied up her thighs, and Shawn's hands were squeezing them as hard as he could.

His jacket was unbuttoned, and his shirt had been pulled out of his pants; He had tucked it in to look more sophisticated. Her hands were tugging on the bottom of his shirt, trying to take it off.

The car stopped, and Shawn opened the door. "Let's take this inside." He said, stepping out of the car. She followed suit, and he picked her up, holding her thighs with his hands. Their lips connected again as the car drove away.

As soon as he got the door open, he pushed her up against it, kissing down her neck. "Upstairs, let's go upstairs." She panted.

He carried her up the stairs, skipping them two at a time. Once they got to his room, he put her on the bed, removing his shirt.

"God, you're hot." She mumbled, pulling her dress over her head.

"So are you, darling." He said, leaning down and pushing his lips against her's.

The rest of the night was history, or at least it was until the morning.

[9/23/17]