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Chapter 46

Shawn's POV

I wake up to a loud ringing from my phone. I grunt and go to pick it up.

I'm honestly not in the mood. After Allie basically told me to leave her alone even though I was worried for her safety, I'm just angry. It's not fair. I don't even care about that stupid guy she kissed anymore. Maybe I should just forget about her. It seems like she wants me to. But I can't. I was even up for most of the night writing a song about our break up. It hurts.

I see who's calling. It's Madi. I rush to press answer. I shove the phone against my ear. "Hello?!"

"Um, hey Shawn." I hear Madi say with quietly. I hear sniffles.

"Madi? What's wrong? Did you find Allie?" I practically yell questions into the phone.

"Yeah. She got home. She broke my window with a rock." Madi says with a sad laugh.

"Yeah, sounds like Allie." I laugh back. "But seriously, why are you crying?"

"Allie's been shot, Shawn. I don't know how, I don't know why, all I know is she broke my window with a rock and then she lost consciousness and she was bleeding everywhere and she has a broken ankle I think. She's at the hospital near our house. Sunrise, I think. Shawn, are you ther-"

I hang up, grab my keys, and shoes and rush downstairs to my car.

My whole world stopped once she said Allie was shot. I sat in shock and listened to what Madi had to say, but then I snapped out of it. I have to see her.

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I get to the hospital a couple minutes later.

I rush up to the front desk. "I need to know where Allison Nicole's room is."

"Are you a family member?" A lady questions me with a bored look on her face.

"Very close friend." I respond.

"Ugh, fine." She says with her expression somehow turning even more bored. "Room 227."

"Thanks." I run to Room 227.

I open the door to see Liam there. "Hey." I say.

"Hey." He responds. He's staring at her.

A text pings on Liam's phone. "Madi's here. I'm gonna go talk to her."

I nod. He walks out with a sigh.

I finally let myself look at her. What I see is heartbreaking. Allie's usually tan, slim figure, looks pale and fragile. She looks weak. Her lips are slightly blue from losing so much blood. Her long brown hair is tangled in a mess around her head. IVs are sticking in to just about everywhere on her body. She looks so different. So weak. So dead.

I walk towards a chair and pull it up to her bed. I touch her hand, and it's freezing cold.

I cringe and look away. I can't handle this.

I walk out of the room and head to the waiting room. I see Madi with tears in her eyes. Liam is guiding her to Allie's room. Ugh, it even hurts to see them upset. I've gotten so close to all of them. They try to ask where I'm going, but I shake them off.

I head to my car and get in it. I put my head against the steering wheel. Tears come to my eyes. Then anger pops up. This is all my fault. If I wasn't so mean to her, she wouldn't have gone on a road trip and gotten shot. I punch the steering wheel continuously. My hand starts to throb, but I don't care. Tears come pouring out of my eyes. I can't help it.

Eventually after I stop crying, I look in the rear view mirror, and see my guitar in the back seat.

I have an idea. I rush out of my guitar and run upstairs back to Allie's room.

When I get there, I see Madi sniffling, and Liam leading her back to the waiting room while he kisses her head.

I walk in and sit down in a chair. I pull up my guitar and clutch it to my chest.

"Hey." I whisper. I wanted my voice to come out confident, but instead it came out strained. "I've been writing an album. I called it 'Handwritten' because I wrote it all by myself. Pretty much all of it is about you, us. I have one that I wanted to show you. I wrote it pretty recently. It's called 'Crazy.' Here I go." I sigh and position my guitar. I look at her face, and she still looks near death. I turn my head away and start with the song.

Think I don't need a watch to tell the time
Think I don't need the sun to help me shine
Think I don't need a girl to be alright
Guess I didn't know

That I didn't need shoes on my feet
That I didn't need a bed to fall asleep
That I didn't need love to be complete
Guess I didn't know

That I just got this crazy feeling
I've been making someone wait for me, for me

You're all I think about when I'm awake
Part of every night and every day
And everything's a mess when you're away
Now I know

All of this is getting really old
I'm having trouble sleeping on my own
Feeling like a house but not a home
I want you to know

That I just got this crazy feeling
I've been making someone wait for me, for me

Guess I need a watch to tell the time
Guess I need the sun to help me shine
And I really need you in my life
Now I know

That you give me this crazy feeling
And you won't have to wait no more for me, for me
And I just got this crazy feeling
I've been making someone wait for me

(All Rights Reserved to Shawn Mendes and azlyrics.com)

After I finish I look up, and see she's still in the same state. Nothing has changed. She didn't hear me.

My phone pings. It's my agent. The text says, "I wanted to surprise you and tell you that tomorrow we're going on tour!! So excited!!"

Oh no. Not now. I can't cancel, because my fans would be disappointed, but this is where I have to be. What am I going to do? Do I really have to decide between my career and the love of my life?