His second choice (s.m)

C H A P T E R . 3 .

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SHAWN'S POV:

That's one thing I loved about her. Her way with words, everything she says always sounds so beautiful. She's gorgeous really, I never really noticed until a few nights ago when a bunch of guys couldn't keep their eyes off her. Something changed inside me. Like a light switch, I got mad, frustrated - jealous? I remember Ziggy having to calm me down. I'm suddenly brought out of my own head when the door slams shut. I spin around.

'Y/N?'

oh.

'Shawn buddy, why are you crying? Where's Y/N?'

Brian asks me placing down his room card and sitting down beside me on the bed. Fuck I didn't even realise I was crying.

'Shawn, you've really gotta calm down okay?'

My breathing must begin to quicken. Brian's voice becomes muffled.

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Y/N'S POV:

Standing here like a fool, I have my sunglasses on to cover my bloodshot eyes and ruined mascara. I knew I should have worn waterproof today. I sigh. I pull the hat I have on further down my face, no one can see me - one picture of me on twitter could ruin everything. One look at him and I'll want to run back into his arms, but I can't. He doesn't want me like I want him. I can't see him until my feelings are gone.

'Terminal 3 please make your way to boarding'.

Well fuck, that's me. Los Angeles here I come I suppose. I lift my head up and start walking.

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SHAWN'S POV:

I finally calmed down, thanks to Ziggy and Brian, Sylvie and Andrew said they'd go looking for her and bring her back. The door clicks unlocked and my eyes light up. But she's not there? I ignore what they have to say and bring out my phone, I know that if she answered I could make her stay.

She didn't pick up. If she did this for love then why does it feel like half my hearts been ripped out my
chest? I need to find her.

Why.

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