A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

04 | The Accident

Shawn's POV;

"Thanks," I say, staring at the floor. I can feel Allie watching me. I look up, trying to think of something to say, but my mind is blank. I notice that she has long light brown hair and beautiful green eyes.

"Well, it looks like Aaliyah has got all her bags, so I'm gonna go," Allie says awkwardly. I nod. "I guess I'll see you around," I say. She smiles a little, then turns and walks out. I can't help watching her jog across the street to her house and go inside.

I sigh and go upstairs to my room, where I find my mother pulling my suitcase out from under my bed. I almost forgot about my tour. I'm only home for a few days before I go back on tour in July. I'll be gone for almost the entire month, but at least I get to be with my dad. Suddenly, I wish Allie could come, or that I had more time to get to know her. She seems nice. There's something almost dark and mysterious about her. I want to get to know her, become her friend. I think she'd make a great friend.

I silently walk over to my bed and start to pack my clothes. She sighs, and I reach for her hand. Even though it's summer, she and Aaliyah are staying home this time. Aaliyah says she'd love to come, but mom wants her to have a 'normal' childhood. I felt bad when she told me this last month, because I'm away so much and I know she would have loved for me to have a 'normal' high school experience, but I'm doing what I love. I just wish my entire family could come with me.

"It's only for a few weeks," I say, hoping to make her feel a little better. She sighs. "I know. I just..." She trails off, shaking her head. I'm not really sure what to say to her now. "I'll miss you," I decide to say. She smiles and gives me a hug. "I'll miss you, too. But you have fun out there, and send me lots of postcards." I smile and nod. "I will."

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The next day is my last day with my family before I go on tour. Aaliyah has a huge hockey tournament that we're all going to.

As usual, Aaliyah is running around the house yelling at everyone because she didn't pack all her hockey supplies the night before.

"Mom! Where's my hockey stick?!" Aaliyah yells from her bedroom. I roll my eyes as lay in my bed, scrolling through pictures on my phone. I remember the first time Aaliyah went to hockey practice. She was about six years old, watching my dad's friend play, and wanted to start playing for a team. My mom refused to let her play with boys, so she's on an all-girls team. I was surprised that there were even enough girls to make a team, which annoys Aaliyah all the time. As she got older, she grew to love hockey more and more, and now famous hockey teams are all she can talk about.

I roll my eyes as I listen to Aaliyah's frantic footsteps as she runs around the house, looking for her hockey equipment. My attention goes back to my phone when I get a text from Allie. I cock my head in confusion. I didn't even know she had a phone, let alone my number.

Unknown Number: Hey, this is Allie. What's up?

Shawn: Hey... No offense, but how'd you get this number?

I hope she doesn't find this offensive, but I really don't want my neighbor to become a stalking, obsessive fan. I just want a friend.

Allie: Oh, Aaliyah gave me your number, I thought she would've told you. I hope you don't mind.

Relief rushes through me when I read her text. I'm glad she didn't find out I'm a famous singer and look up all my information.

Shawn: Oh! Sorry, haha. Well, nothing's really happening, getting ready to go to my sister's hockey tournament.

"Shawn come on! You're gonna make me late!" I hear Aaliyah call as she runs by my door. I jump up from my bed and follow her downstairs.

"You wouldn't be running late if you'd listen to what mom tells you and actually pack your stuff the night before," I retaliate. She shoots a glare in my direction and gives me a shove.

Soon after, I follow my parents and Aaliyah into the car and climb into the backseat with my sister.

"So, who're you playing today?" I ask Aaliyah as we drive to the arena where the tournament will be. She shrugs.

"Don't know. But I hope they suck so we can beat them." I chuckle at her competitiveness, and mom scolds her.

"Aaliyah! What did I tell you about saying things like that?" She rolls her eyes, making me smile again.

"Sorry," she says flatly.

When we get to the arena, Aaliyah runs off to find her team, and I follow mom and dad to the bleachers. We sit down and wait for the game to start, but I notice several girls whispering and pointing at me. A few minutes later, they come up and ask for a picture. Mom sighs. She always tells me how she wishes that this didn't happen in our home town, but that's really not fair. They have a right to be fans too. They just have a better chance of running into me.

Don't get me wrong, I understand where mom is coming from. She wishes that I could just be me at home and not always have to take pictures with fans when we leave our house. It does get annoying sometimes, but I owe them for my fame. If I didn't have fans and followers, I wouldn't be living my dream, and my album would be as high up in fame as it is.

A little while later, I see Mrs. Stevens and Allie come in. Mrs. Says end smiles sweetly at me as she sits near my parents, and Allie shyly sits next to me.

"Hey," I say. She smiles and chuckles a bit. "Hi." "What brings you here?" I ask her. She nods toward where the teams are emerging onto the ice. "Aaliyah invited me. She never stops talking about hockey," Allie says with a laugh. I chuckle and nod. "Yup. She's obsessed."

After this, it gets quiet. Almost a little awkward. I want to keep talking. I want to get to know her a little bit.

"So, do you know anything about hockey?" She shrugs. "Just the basics. One of my old foster brothers used to play, and he'd let me practice with him sometimes." I nod. I wonder how many foster families she's had.

"What about you?" Allie asks me. I laugh. "Nope. I barely know anything about it. Hockey's not my thing. I prefer to stick with singing." She nods and smiles. I notice how beautiful she is when she smiles. I realize that I don't see her flash genuine smiles like these very often.

I feel my heart sink when I see one of the players from the other team come out onto the ice. Her name is Tammy. She's very tall and muscular, and also very fast and strong. She's at least head and shoulders above Aaliyah, and the last time the faved each other Aaliyah almost broke her arm trying to fight Tammy off.

I watch uneasily as Aaliyah comes up for the face off - against Tammy. They get into their stances and the ref. calls something out, then they both lunge for the puck. My heart skips a beat when I hear a loud cracking sound. I look up and see Aaliyah laying on the ice, and my blood begins to boil. Tammy has been scolded countless times about cheating and starting too early. With her height, weight and strength, she can break any of these girls effortlessly.

Mom gets up and runs down, carefully onto the ice. When Aaliyah sits up, it feels like I've been punched in the stomach. Her arm is covered in blood.

A/N - Hey guys! I hope you're all enjoying my story so far. I just want to let you know that I do not live in Canada, so I'm not really familiar with the places there, but I tried my best. I'm sorry if it's not accurate. Also, I don't play hockey, which is mentioned in this chapter, so if I get a few things wrong, I apologize about that too. But I hope you like it!:) xoxo - Em😊💕