someday; s.m.

Chapter 65

North's POV

4 months later..

And I belonged with him, a lot have happened in the past couple months.

The court hearing was scheduled but keeps getting moved back because we out no matter on it we were sort of just letting it float around until we HAD to go, the wedding was also moved back until March but Jessica still moved in with us, and Shawn continued doing this thing called Magcon but they recently broke up.

Life was good, Ryan and me are like best friends and Jake's girlfriend, Tess and I are also really close, for the first time I was happy.

from: idiot
please come over.. i need to tell you something

to: idiot
shawn its 2 in the morning

from: idiot
please

to: idiot
give me 5 minutes

I got up, slipping on sweatpants, and a grey sweatshirt with brown uggs I had lying around. I walked downstairs and out the door, not caring if I woke anyone up.

The sky was a faded black almost like a
dark blue, the stars  shined so beautifully against the white wonderland, and the moon I could've sweared was smiling at me.

I was soon at his doorstep, I figured he unlocked the door for me so I just opened it revealing Shawn standing behind the counter with a mug in his hands.

"What's going on?" Was the only thing I could bring myself to ask. The words, "I need to tell you something" didn't always end well in my life.

"I have some good news.. and some bad news.. it depends how you take it" he spoke. I gave him a look signalling he could begin.

"I was given a record deal" he spoke. My worried expression soon disappears and a smile spread across my lips.

"Shawn that's amazing!" I exclaimed, forgetting that his parents were sleeping.

"But they want me to do a world tour.. for a year.." He spoke. My smile soon dropped, this was a good thing, it was good for him, for his career, for his fans, being upset and unsupportive would just be selfish.

My lips parted and I was searching for the words to say, "you have to take it" was all I said.

"But what about us. What will happen to us? I don't want to make you said your happiness is so much more important and if I make your depress-" I interrupted him with a hug. I was crying but I didn't want him to know.

I pulled apart and I stared at him, he obviously didn't get much sleep before this, his eyes were dull and he looked scared, worried, lost.

"This will be a good thing. We can make it. We made it through literally everything else, what harm can distance do?"

"But you're crying but you ups-"

"Go." I whispered "when you come back I'll be standing right there" I pointed to the door step "right there" I repeated. He smiled at me, my words relaxing him and i kissed him passionately.

"How long have you known?"

"For a while. Atleast a month now. I wanted to make the right decision"

"When do they want an answer?"

"By tomorrow"

"Are you gonna take it?"

"Yep" he nodded and I smiled.

"When does it start.. the tour I mean?" I asked him, realizing I was bombarding him with questions.

"Soon."

"What?"

"I have to do meetings and pick cites and opening acts and arenas. In LA that's a good 2-3 weeks. Then the tickets drop we give the first few cites another couple weeks to buy the tickets, while that's happening I'll be in rehearsals. Then after that I have 1 week and a half of rest before I'm on the road"

"If I would've have responded earlier I would have home breaks in between stuff plus a lot more rest time." He responded. I was a little bit upset, but I didn't regret my pep talk.

"So when do you start meetings?"

"9 days tops" he shrugged. My eyes got more watery but I kept a smile.

"We're gonna do this, okay? Don't worry" I told him, he was relaxed now so I was manly telling myself.

"It's snowing" we looked out an saw a snow storm in the rough.

"I can't let you walk home.." He said and I laughed.

"Is this your way of making me stay?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Let's watch a movie" he whined tugging at my arms.

"Okay fine" I rolled my eyes, "I already made popcorn" he picked it off the counter.

"You planned this out didn't you?" I asked and he laughed. I followed him to his little basement lounge. He closed the door, so his parents didn't hear the playing movie.

He picked, The Maze Runner which I didn't have a problem with because I mean.. Dylan O Brien..

He layed on the couch and My head was on his stomach, manly touching his face to annoy him and he punished me by shoving popcorn in my mouth. I guess we'll have to make the most out of these few days.