For Worse or For Better (Shawn Mendes)

My Miracle

You are my miracle in so many ways.
—Roger Whittaker

I jump off the bed, my back slamming into Tyler's chest. He grabs my arms, steadying me.

"Tyler, you heard that, didn't you?" I question, my heart racing with hope.

"Y-yea, I definitely heard him say that."

I touch Shawn's face, my fingers tracing a line down his cheek. "Shawn, I'm here, Shawn. Talk to me."

I can't believe it; he's alive. My heart is healing itself, putting the pieces of its shattered self back together.

I am so relieved that I don't even notice the headache that has come to me after my hours of bawling my eyes out.

"Sky," Shawn murmurs, not opening his eyes or moving anything but his lips.

I laugh, a small slight laugh, relief coursing through every part of my numb body.

"Hey, Shawn, how are you feeling?" I have tears flooding down my cheeks, but this time, I am happy.

Happier than I have ever been in my entire life.

He opens his eyes and their brown gentleness fills me with warmth. "I feel," his voice comes out in a gasp, but he manages a half smile, "like I got hit by a bus."

A loud laugh escapes my lips and I see Tyler smile broadly behind me. Shawn. pretty much died and came back to life and he is still hysterical, making light of the situation at hand.

Man, I have missed those deep brown eyes. That gorgeous smile that is contagious the second you see it. That unique voice, so different from any other teenagers voice. That Canadian accent, the one that I still haven't gotten used to. That beautiful face with its perfect features. That amusement, that always glints in his eyes, along with the mischievous glitter warning of trouble.

Man, I have missed everything about Shawn.

"You look like you got hit by a bus, bro," Tyler says, grinning. I think he has grown accustomed to Shawn's personality and I'm glad that they are finally getting along. They actually like hanging around each other.

"Can I talk to Sky alone, dude?"

Tyler nods repeatedly. "Absolutely." He turns to me and winks playfully. "I'll be at the cafe if you need me.m, Skylar."

I smile at him, and watch him stride out of the room.

"What's up, Shawn?"

"That ugly ass hospital ceiling," he mutters, the corners of his mouth curling into an irresistible smile.

I can't help but grin at his adorableness.

"I'm sorry, Sky," he says, closing his eyes.

"No, Shawn open your eyes!"

They pop open and I relax, realizing I had just grasped his hand when I said that.

But I don't let go.

"I'm so sorry," he says again and I frown.

"You have nothing to be apologizing for." I tell him.

He shakes his head. "Yes I do. I got hurt and because of that, I left Aaliyah with my abusive father and I left you. I left you to sit with me every single day when you got out of school. You didn't have to do that, Sky."

I nod, tears stinging my eyes, not even wondering how he knew I had been with him the whole time he was 'asleep.' "Yes I did, Shawn. I had to be with you when you woke up. I wanted to be with you as much as I could. I would've stayed with you all day if I didn't have school."

Shawn's jaw tightens and I mentally kick myself for stressing him out. "Skylar, why did you stay with me?"

I just told him that.

So why is he asking again?

And then I realize.

"Because, Shawn, somewhere in between our irrelevant banter and our stolen kisses, I've fallen in love with you. Everything there is to love about someone, Shawn, I love it about you."

"Well, good," he says, smiling, "I was waiting for you to come around."

That startles me and I drop his hand. "What do you mean?"

Shawn chuckles. "I've been in love with you since the first time I met you. I guess that's what drew me towards you; I was unhealthily attracted to you. I may not have known it was love right away, but the day my dad almost killed you was when I finally noticed that I had somehow fallen for you. When I thought he'd hurt you, I was... I was terrified. The thought of losing you killed me and I couldn't stand the thought of anyone ever hurting you in any way. I'm sorry for my father, Sky, but most of all I'm sorry that I fell in love with you. Because now you have to deal with him."

I'm crying now, not even trying to control myself. "I'd deal with anyone if it meant being with you, Shawn."

"Well, good," he says again, "because the feeling is mutual."

I reach down and touch my lips to his, feeling the salty bruises on his mouth. His lips are dry and puffy, but I don't care, its the most amazing feeling in the world.

He grabs me, pulling me closer to him, as if if he didn't have me, he might drown.

"I need you, Skylar," he mumbles against my lips, his chest beating against mine.

"Same," is all I can say, kissing him furiously.

I can't help wanting him more than ever, I mean, he almost just died.

I never want to lose him like that again.

Ever.

So I lower myself onto his bed and continue to kiss him forcefully, making up for the three weeks of kisses that I missed out on.

"God, I love you so much, Skylar," he says, not moving his mouth from mine. "I don't think I can say that enough times."

"Well, that's okay," I say breathlessly, "I love hearing it."