A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

14 | Big News and Birthdays

Shawn's POV;

The next day, I'm cleared by the hospital to go home. I'm still a little fuzzy on some things, and mom forces me to stay home for a few more days before leaving for tour again. I spend my days watching movies with Aaliyah, and find my thoughts drifting to Allie whenever I have a spare moment. I can't understand why, but I'm always thinking about her.

It's been four days since I've talked to her. Four days since she saved me. Four days since I woke up and saw her in my hospital room. I sigh, deciding to text her. I've been texting her everyday, with no response.

I hear a knock on the door and get up to answer it. I just returned home from the hospital. It was a checkup visit, and I also got my stitches taken out. Ironic, I wrote a song about stitches, and then I actually got them.

I open the front door and am surprised to see Allie standing on the porch. She looks troubled. "Hey," she says. "Hi," I reply. "I've been texting you." She nods and stares at her shoes. "Yeah, I know. I've been kind of... occupied." I raise one eyebrow and open the door wider to let her in. I see the hint of a smile appear on her face as we sit on the couch together.

•••

I can't believe everything Allie just told me. Her mother is actually alive, and now Hannah is pregnant and she's worried they won't want her anymore. Talk about stress.

"I'm not sure if I should tell them about my mother, you know, with the baby thing and all," Allie says. She flops down on my lap and sighs loudly. "I wish that just once in my life, things wouldn't have to be so complicated." I stroke her hair. "It'll all work out," I say, hoping to console her a bit. She looks up at me before rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure," she says, sarcasm hinting in her voice.

"Well, your mother did say she was trying to protect you when she gave you up. Maybe she really is a good person. Maybe she wanted to get her life together before she got to know you?" I suggest. Allie sits up and looks me dead in the eye. "I don't think it would generally take someone who wanted it that badly seventeen years to clean up," she says bitterly. I shrug. She has a valid point. "I don't know, Allie. Maybe you could benefit from getting to know her." She sighs and lays back down, resting her head on my legs. "I don't know. I mean she abandoned me." "I know that. And I'm sure that must hurt like hell. But everyone deserves a second chance, right?" Her green eyes flick up to meet mine, and they lock for what feels like an eternity. "I guess," she finally says. "But that means I have to tell Hannah and Adam."

•••

I accompanied Allie to tell Hannah and Adam about Allie's birth mother, and they were very understanding and supportive. They even offered to take her to see Cindy, since she gave Allie a number to contact, but Allie declined. She told them she wanted to think about it a little bit more before deciding whether or not to meet up and talk with her.

The following week comes with my birthday, August 8th. I'm officially seventeen today. My family came into my room around ten with a big chocolate cake and the number seventeen candle lit on top. They were all grinning, and Aaliyah flopped onto the bed, where I was still laying, making me groan. I scooted over to make room for her and we ate my cake in bed.

When I come downstairs, mom and dad are waiting with gifts on the table. I chuckled. "Guys, you didn't have to do all this," I say, gesturing to the streamers and balloons that they've decorated the kitchen and living room with. There's also a banner that says "Happy Birthday, Shawn!"

I open my presents and then mom makes us lunch. After we finish eating, I hear a knock on the door. Aaliyah runs to the door and smiles as she opens it. Allie comes in and everyone smiles, including me. "Happy birthday," she says with a grin on her face. She hands me a small box, which I open to reveal a small bracelet with a guitar pick on it. It's the guitar pick I gave her once when we were sitting together. I give her a hug and Aaliyah coos, earning glares from both of us. Mom and dad just laugh.

After that, August came and went very quickly. Along with that came several tours. They were all amazing. Before I know it, it's already mid-September. September 15th, to be exact. Which is one of the only things I know about Allie - her birthday.

•••

Allie's POV;

With everything that's been going on, August came and went in the blink of an eye. Shawn went on tour during that time, but I still got to see him now and then.

Before I know it, school is starting again, and I'm in another new school. At least this time I have Faith, Kelly, and Max. Well, Max and I haven't exactly been on good terms lately, but still. Maybe he'll come around. I still find myself wishing that Shawn would be coming everyday. He's my only real friend that I actually trust.

The first day went alright. Faith showed me around the school a few days before school actually started when we went to set up our lockers, so I at least have a general idea of where everything is. As for the actual classes, well, I don't think I made any new friends. I'm not exactly great at first impressions. But I don't care. In my opinion, I have plenty of friends. Way more than I've ever had in the past.

I was probably conceived while she and whoever my father is were high or drunk or something. Definitely nothing special about that. I'm just glad whatever was in their systems didn't affect me in any way. Being abandoned is bad enough, I'd hate having to deal with a birth defect caused by drug abuse.

I'm glad when the school day finally ends. I hurry to my bus and slip into a seat near the back, sitting by myself.

"So how's hour day?" Shawn asks when I get home. I chuckle. "I can't believe it," I say. "Not after..." I trail off, earning a curious look from Shawn. "Not after what?" I shake my head. "Forget it," I whisper. Shawn watches me carefully, the way he does when he knows I'm lying. "Why? I don't know anything about you, you know," he states. I shrug. "Well, I like chocolate cake, and don't really like listening to music. People claim it makes them feel better when they're upset, but it just annoys me. I'm also allergic to strawberries, and my mother abandoned me, but you already knew that." He shakes his head. "No, I mean your story." I roll my eyes. "Please. My story doesn't matter. We shouldn't be defined by our past, anyway." "You don't like talking about it. I know you'd rather forget about it, but -" "But nothing, Shawn. There's nothing to tell, and that's that," I huff. I'm starting to get annoyed now. He's my friend, he's not supposed to push me into talking about sensitive topics. Shawn nods, and I get up to go back inside. I know I can trust him. He proved to be very helpful with the whole birth mother situation. Now the question is if I can trust myself to finally let it go.