His second choice (s.m)

C H A P T E R . 12 .

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Y/N'S POV:

He's gonna dunk my head into ice cold water.

'Y/N, baby I'm sorry but I've gotta okay, its gonna shock you.'

He gently but quickly pulls my hair back out my face and pushes my head into the bowl.

I start to gag and pull my head up. He grabs a towel and dabs my face.

'Baby i am so so sorry, but I had to do it, can you do anything just to respond to me.'

It did help, so he was right. But I'm still sobbing so all I can do is nod. He picks me and and places me onto the floor up against the wall and pulls a blanket over our heads.

'Okay baby, now all you can see is me - so I need you to just focus,'

my breathing starts to slow.

'Okay my love, keep breathing.'

He takes my hand and places it onto his heart.

'There we go, shhh... you're okay. I promise. Right here, right now you are okay - nothing can or will happen to you. I'm here and Jake is outside okay?'

My breathing is finally starting to return to normal.

'You don't need to explain my love, but I am worried about you to be honest .. this has been happening a lot recently - you told me it was because paparazzi were in your face? Did they do something? I'll fucking close the whole company if they did...'

'No ... it's just that - it's not a big deal; it just came on that's all seriously.'

'No no, Y/N you don't get to push me away like that. I will worry about you either way.'

He stops rubbing my thigh and puts both his hands on my cheeks forcing me to look at him.

'Baby. What is on you're mind? I can help you, please let me in. I can't loose you again.'

I sigh and look down, fiddling with my ring.

'Baby. Please look at me. I'm trying really hard to not push you but if I have too I will. I'm really worried about you. Have you talked to anyone?'

'Shawn.'

'Yeah?'

'I love you. Always.'

'Y/N. you're sat right in front of me yet it sounds like you're leaving? What is going on?'

I don't reply.

'Y/N. I'll find out what's going on - I care about you, I always have.'

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He gets up and unlocks my phone, seeing all the hate tweets - he sighs and a wave of anger comes and goes on his face.

'Y/N. Why didn't you fucking tell me?'

'Because I knew you would be mad!! I know you, I knew how you would react!'

I barely whisper - attempting to hold back tears.

'I'm sorry.'

He puts my phone down and I pull myself onto his lap snuggling into his chest. He engulfs his large hands round my waist while resting his chin on my head.

He gently caresses my chin pulling it up - before his soft lips touch my dry ones.

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It's been a few hours now, and I can't help but think about the comments, was coming back was a bad idea?

'I think I should go see someone, maybe go away for a bit..'

I go to bite my nails, but before my hand gets remotely close to my mouth Shawn takes it and kisses it.

'You're fine baby, don't bite you're nails - you're okay. And yeah, I think that's a good idea, getting professional help but what do you mean? Go away?'

'I think I need to leave Shawn.'

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