Letters To Them

Chapter 56

Taylor's POV:

Nash walks towards Shawn, looking extremely pissed off. 'Maybe your right. If you weren't so irrational my bestfriend who is basically my brother wouldn't be here right now,' he shouts in Shawns face. I see Shawn clench his fist. 'So maybe you should just leave. Go back to Canada Shawn. Stop causing problems.'

I step in. 'Nash shut up,' I say, shoving him away. 'No he's right,' Shawn says quietly. I turn and face him. 'All I'm doing is causing problems. Maybe it's best if I just leave,' he says, 'Taylor tell Grace I love her and I'm sorry.' Shawn starts walking away. 'He doesn't need to.'

Shawn, Nash, Kian, Jc and I turn. Grace is standing there with Matt, Carter and the Jacks behind her. She's holding onto Matt's arm for support. 'I heard the whole thing,' she says, 'and Nash it's not Shawns fault so don't blame him. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. If id never shown up, neither of them would've fallen in love with me. That was the whole reason I wanted to die. All I'm doing is causing problems here. So Nash don't ever blame Shawn he's done absolutely nothing wrong.'

By the end of her speech tears are running freely down her cheeks. Shawn goes over to her and lifts her up. She puts her head in the crook of his neck. If I didn't already know how much she loved Cam I think her and Shawn would be a cute couple.

Shawns POV:

I carry Grace into her hospital room. I lay her down on the bed. She pats the bed, signalling for me to lay down. I lie next to her and she cuddles into my side. She looks so fragile. That one wrong move and she could shatter into a million pieces.

'Grace,' I say. 'Mm,' she mumbles. 'I think I'm going to go over to Canada for a while,' I say. She opens her eyes and looks at me. 'Nash is right. I'm causing so many problems that I should just take a break for a while,' I continue. 'You can't leave Shawn,' Grace says. 'I think it's what's best,' I say. 'I need you here Shawn. My entire world is breaking down and your the only person right me that I can depend on,' she says.

'You have everyone else. Like Matt and Gilinsky,' I say. 'But they're not you,' she says, 'your the only one that will be able to protect me now.' 'Protect you from what,' I ask? 'Myself.'