A/N: May contain some scenes with reference to sex and drinking so I SUGGEST that anyone below the legal age of 18 should skip this.

Staring at the mirror, I had no idea who the girl standing in front of me was. I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my red painted lips as I looked at myself. My hair was curled perfectly, falling gracefully on my back. My eyes were covered in pigments that gave it a smoky brown and shimmery look. The black dress I wore pulled everything together beautifully.

"Are you sure you want to do this, y/n?" Y/bff/n asked from behind me, her voice laced with concern.

"Definitely. And weren't you the one that convinced me to do this?" I said, laughing lightly as I gave myself one more look before turning to face her.

"I know but your management will definitely kill both of us in the morning."

"Don't worry about it. I just need to distract myself, even if it's just for tonight."

"Fine. But do remember that I did try to warn you if they ever drag me into it. I can already see the headlines, claiming that you're some emotionally unstable girl that goes to parties and hooks up with guys to forget her ex."

"Don't bring that stupid clout chaser into this, okay? It's that one time when I actually want to go out after the whole cheating scandal."

I just sighed and grabbed the black clutch containing my wallet and phone. I slipped on a pair of black high heels and turned to her, nudging my head to the side. She groaned before standing up and following me to the car. Once we arrived to the club, I put a pair of black shades on and walked towards the door, an I.D. in hand. I could hear the screams of the paparazzi as I walked in, making me roll my eyes.

"No turning back." Y/bff/n muttered, opening the doors for us.

I was immediately greeted by the smell of sweat and alcohol, making me crinkle my nose in disgust. The music was blaring loud, a crowd jumping around and even dry humping on the dance floor. There were people occupying the booths as well, a few making out while the rest just drank, enjoying the company of friends

"No turning back." I repeated quietly, letting my eyes wonder around the venue.

One of the staff went over to us and led us to a booth. I couldn't help but eagerly sit down on the black leather couch, wanting to get away from the people dancing a little too close to each other. I order a couple of shots of vodka and let myself get used to my surroundings.

"You did eat before we got here, right?" Y/bff/n asked cautiously .

"Yes, mother. Geez, you act as if I haven't done this before." I said, taking my sunglasses off.

"Just making sure. The rest are on their way."

"Good."

We sat there, talking as the rest of our group walked in. A few minutes after their arrival, the waiter returned with our orders. I downed a few shots almost immediately, cringing at the burning sensation running down my throat as I followed it up with the chaser.

"Damn. That willing to let loose, huh?" Bea teased, taking a sip of her cocktail.

"More like, I want to get over the fact that he's getting publicity for having the audacity to cheat on me with one of my high school best friends. Not to mention that he even made it obvious to the entire fucking world that he was fucking some other girl." I said, shrugging and taking another shot.

"So this is like a way for you to move on?"

"Oh, I've moved on. He wasn't worth it and I was about to dump his ass anyway. I'm just pissed that I've been labeled as a sad bitch and have to face questions after questions and sympathetic looks from everyone else during interviews. The worst part is having to act like I'm actually hurt for the sake of not seeming like a heartless celebrity."

"You might wanna go easy on the alcohol though."

"I don't get drunk easily, love."

The familiar sound of Blackbear's voice filled the room, making me jump up from my seat and grabbing hers and y/bff/n's arm, the rest deciding to stay in the booth a little while longer. I pulled them to the dance floor as Do Re Mi blared through the speakers. The three of us danced around, laughing at how we looked like with our middle fingers raised to the ceiling while taking videos after videos for my Instagram story. After almost an hour of jumping around and a few shots in, my vision was starting to get a little hazy and every step made me feel dizzy.

I felt a pair of hands hold on to my hips as I swayed them to the beat of She Do by In Real Life. I turned around and met a familiar pair of dark brown eyes. It took me a moment to realize who it was but once I did, I couldn't help but smirk and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Mendes." I said in acknowledgement, pulling him closer to me.

"Y/last/n." He replied, biting his lower lip as I ran a hand down his chest.

"Funny to see you here. I guess having to put up the whole good boy act must be tiring."

"Could say the same for you. Maybe the spotlight after getting cheated on was too much for such a little thing."

"Touche."

"Wanted to congratulate you, by the way."

"For what?"

"Getting what you deserved."

"Meaning?"

"You cheated on me a few years ago now he cheated on you. As I've told you before, Karma's a bitch."

"Oh, sweetie, I thought you were over that by now." I said in a mockingly sympathetic tone, giving him a sarcastic pout.

"I have." He said, looking away from me.

I merely hummed and brought my hand up to his face, gripping his jaw lightly to make him look at me. I pushed myself up placed my lips on his, my other hand on his neck to pull him even closer. God, it still felt like heaven. His hands lowered down and held me as close as he could towards his body. I decided to make things harder for him, innuendo intended, and bit his lower lip lightly, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I let his tongue battle mine for dominance before eventually winning, trying to emphasize who was in charge. I pulled away slowly and smirked at the hazed look in his eyes.

"You sure about that, love?" I teased, making my lips brush against his with every word.

He merely growled before pulling me to him once again. I just let out a chuckle and ran my fingers through his hair, letting him get what he wanted. This time, he actually made an effort to be the dominant one. He pulled away and placed his forehead against mine, his eyes cast downwards onto the floor.

"I was." He muttered.

"Look at it this way, you moved on quite easily after what happened between us so I guess there's no hard feelings there." I replied, looking up to meet his eyes.

"What makes you think that?"

"Rumors of you and Camila dating spread like wildfire only three days, at most a week after we broke up. Come to think of it, maybe you were cheating on me before I cheated on you."

"I think this isn't the best place to talk about it."

"Then let's go over to your place." I muttered, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before trying walking off in a straight line. "The tension is absolutely killing me. And it seems to me that you're also in need of release."

He noticed me leaving and followed me to the booth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and moved my hair to one side to expose my neck. He immediately leaned down and let his lips roam around the newly exposed skin. I bit my lip to keep me from letting out a moan as he continued to leave his marks. I took two shots from the tray just placed on our table a minute before I got to the booth and downed both of them before getting another one to offer to him, which he gladly took. I grabbed my clutch and booked an Uber as soon as I could so  that we could leave immediately. Once the driver arrived, I fixed my hair to cover his marks and dragged him out the door.

The drive to his place felt like eternity as the tension between us kept building up. He had his hand on my inner thigh as I sat on his lap despite the amount of space in the back seat. He leaned in and let his mouth continue their work on my neck. I pushed my ass against his crotch, earning a groan from him. Once we finally arrived at his apartment, we paid the driver and rushed into the house.

The next thing we knew, we were doing things that we only did when we were still dating, not caring about the consequences of our actions. With a lust clouded mind, all we wanted was to get our release after a night of drinking, getting a little bit tipsy, and teasing each other.

"Well, that was fun." I said, giggling as I laid on his bed after what we just did.

"I'm not sure if it's the alcohol talking but fuck, I missed that." He chuckled, placing his arm around my waist.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I really did."

"What about your girlfriend? Don't you do this with her?"

"It's still not the same." He muttered, burying his head in my hair as I pulled the sheets closer to my chest. "It's you. It has always been you."

I froze, not knowing what to say but it turns out, I didn't have to say anything as soft snores left his lips. I sighed and extended an arm behind him to reach for one of the shirts folded on his dresser. I was able to slip it on without waking him up and let myself doze off, knowing very well that I have to face him and possibly a headache in the morning.

I felt the heat of the sun against my skin, making me squirm against the sheets. I slowly pried my eyes open, shutting them again when I was immediately met with the bright light. I groaned and flipped myself over, lying with my face against the pillow before trying to open my eyes once again. I assessed the place I was in, my eyes widening in panic when I realized that I wasn't home. I looked down and realized that I was in my ex's shirt. That's exactly the moment when I remembered what had happened last night, making me groan and fall back on the bed. Did I seriously let myself hook up with my ex in the daze those shots put me into?

I grabbed my clutch from the bedside table and took my phone out, reading the texts coming from my friends, all asking me where I was. I sent them a quick message, saying how I was fine and safe yet didn't tell them that I slept with Shawn since I saw him at the club last night. I slid my legs off the bed, bending down to grab my underwear and put it on before walking out of his bedroom.

Just as I stood up, I felt the mild headache that was brought to me by drinking a shot or two more that I usually do. The smell of pancakes and bacon then filled my senses, motivating me to push myself into walking to the kitchen. Once I reached my destination, I was greeted by the amazing view of Shawn's bare back and gray sweatpants. In my mixed state of being a bit hungover and still slightly sleepy, I let myself walk over to him as he continues to cook, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.

"Good morning." He greeted, turning the stove off and placing the food on a plate before turning to me.

"Morning." I muttered sleepily.

"Still tired?"

"And a bit hungover. You?"

"My head's killing me, to be honest."

"Well, you've never been the kind to take your alcohol that well. At least you weren't as drunk as before when you basically freaked out over every little thing."

"Don't remind me of that."

"Why? It was funny." I said, giggling as I pulled away from him and sitting at the table.

"Coffee?" He asked, placing a plate in front of me before going to his coffee maker.

"Yes please."

"Still the same measurements for your sugar and creamer?"

"Yup."

After a few minutes, he brought his own plate to the table, mugs of coffee then following after. The entire duration of breakfast was silent. One who knows us and our current situation can obviously point out the elephant in the room. Taking the leap of faith, I cleared my throat before speaking up.

"Did you mean what you said last night?" I muttered, my gaze glued to the pancakes covered in maple syrup.

"W-what do you mean?" He stuttered.

"Before you fell asleep, you told me that it has always been me. What do you mean?"

"I-I..."

He bit his lip nervously as he wrapped his hand around his own mug, not knowing whether to take a sit of the brewed coffee or not.

"Or did you only say that because you were drunk?" I asked, my heart sinking to my stomach at the thought.

"I meant it." He said after a long pause. "I may be with Camila now but I know that it has always been you. But you cheated on me, remember?"

I sighed and brought the cup to my lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid as my eyes clouded with tears and guilt filled my chest. "I know how pathetic and cliche this may sound but it was a mistake. I just... I just thought that you were falling out of love for me since I knew I wasn't good enough for you so I got faded and..."

I trailed off and let a tear escape from my eyes, remembering all of my mistakes and the heartbroken expression on his face. I wiped it before he could notice and took a quick bite from the bacon before standing up. I stepped away from the chair and gave him the best smile I could.

"Thank you for the breakfast but I must get going. I wouldn't want to keep coming into your life and keep destroying it for you."

I turned on my heel and made my way to his room. I picked up my bra and shorts from the ground, slipping his shirt off to put it on. I then got my dress and slipped it on, smoothing any wrinkle that got on it. I walked over to his bathroom and washed my face. As I tried to dry my face off with tissue paper, it only got worse as I absentmindedly cried. I took out a lipstick bullet from my bag and painted my lips as I continued to wipe my eyes.

"Don't go." I heard him say under his breath as he went into the room.

"I have to, Shawn. I already did enough damage to your life." I said, giving him a tearful smile before walking to move past him.

"Mine and Camila's relationship is just a publicity stunt."

"I didn't need to know, Shawn."

"Yes, you do. Because at the end of the day, I love you, not her. I want to talk this through. If you still think it's better to leave after we're done, then I'll let you go. I want to at least have some closure as we both just left in a fit of rage the last time we saw each other."

I merely nodded and sat down at the edge of his bed as he pulled out a chair from the corner of his room and placed it in front of me. He sat down, the back of the chair on his front as he straddled it.

"What do you want me to explain first?" I asked, not knowing exactly where to start.

"What exactly happened between you and Tayler?" He asked, biting his lower lip out of nervousness. "When I caught you two, I saw you pull him close to you. I want to know what really happened after I walked out."

"It was just a kiss. When it ended and I heard you running away from the scene, I pushed him away and tried to run after you but I was not in the right mind to follow you so I just went to the nearest cafe and stayed there for a while. It honestly meant nothing but I know it was enough to hurt you."

"Did you ever regret it?"

"Of course. Shawn, I loved you. I still do, actually. I had no idea what pushed me to do what I did but just as I was going to apologize to you, you left. I could not contact you. I could not find you and then a week later, news spread about you and Camila." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I recalled the news. "I was insecure of her. I knew that you had a crush on her back when you first collaborated on a song. The mere fact that you two were working together again made me feel unsure if you really did care about me. I was afraid that whatever you felt for me will fade and your feelings for her will return. I was scared I'd lose you and I ended up doing so by resorting to other means instead of talking to you. And you have no idea how sorry I am for that."

I stared at the carpeted floor, not wanting to see how he would react over something so stupid. I heard him stand up and push his chair back. I thought he had walked out but was surprised when he knelt down in front of me, his fingers moving my jaw up to look at him. As my eyes met his, he immediately closed the gap between the two of us. I took that opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck as he lifted me up so that he could set us both on the bed.

"I want to give us another try, y/n. Only if you would want it too." He whispered against my lips.

"But Camila-"

"I can figure something out. Break up with her publicly and date you behind closed doors until the right time comes for us to be publicly together again once the new has subsided. I just want to have you in my arms again."

"Are you sure this isn't your hangover talking?"

"I'm sober, y/n. And if I wanted you when I was drunk, I can guarantee you that I will want you even more when I'm sober. So will you?"

"Only if you forgive me for being so stupid."

"I will forgive you if you forgive me for not talking things through with you when it all happened."

I merely nodded and pulled him in again, pouring every emotion I felt into the kiss and him doing the same. He held me as close as possible to him as we both pulled away for air.

"Stay." He whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

"Always."

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A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and never really got to finishing it until now. Just know that I don't promote cheating on your significant other. And I definitely do not promote underage drinking and sex, thus the reason for the author's note before the story itself. Also, I'm sorry if I didn't write smut but this is the best I could do as I'm not comfortable with doing so. Let your imagination run free if you want 😂 And again, I'm sorry if I keep using Camila as the antagonist or his significant other that he abandons for you. I just don't really know who to use. Definitely not doing Hailey since they were never even confirmed to be together and SHE'S MARRIED so like, no.

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