Y/n POV:
I'm awaken to the familiar sound of tires on gravel and immediately stiffen at the sound. Who the hell is here?
First I get a derpy sappy conversation with my...ex? I don't even know anymore, and now I get someone to annoy me.
I sit up and glance at the body mirror seeing my appearance matches one on the streets. They better be selling calenders because I'm in no mood.
The door bell goes off, a sound that I almost forgot existed, so I groggily get up and make my way down the hall, past his office, and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Should I answer? Is it worth it?
I glance at the down stairs mirror to see my eyes are puffy and red from crying. Did I cry in my sleep? God damn it shawn.
"I'm coming!" I yell, not sure why. Whoever it is I'll just tell them to go away.
I hear the person on the other side of my door shift their weight nervously.
My breath catches realizing it could be shawn. "No, no,no," i whisper to myself in a panic. I run my hand through my hair and quickly go to the door. I open it quickly and briskly to reveal shawn. He's different, very different. His eyes are puffy, much like mine, but bloodshot almost as if he had stayed up all night. His hair is not in the neat quiff I'm so used to seeing, and he looks paler, more pale than he already was. Seeing him like this made me want to break down and cry right then and there.
"Shawn?" I whisper, leaning against the frame of the door trying to look casual.
He wipes his eyes and breathes out heavily, he sounds as if he's been crying.
"I can't do this," His voice cracks making him sound young and vulnerable. "I can't just pretend that everything is okay when I know it's not." He Swallows hard, probably not wanting to cry in front of me.
I have to admit with all this time of him being gone, I miss him. I miss the words wed exchange, even if there was barely any, I missed seeing his face light up walking through the door, only to have the expression fall when he saw I wasn't in a mood to talk to him. It's the little things like that, that keep me coming back even of how broken it sounds.
"But you're the one that hurt me," i look at the welcome mat on my porch trying to avoid eye contact, remembering him buying the cheesy decoration for me one Christmas as a joke.
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"Shawn I said no gifts," i laughed shoving the Mat playfully at his face.
"Did you actually expect me to buy you nothing?? I hope you don't like necklaces because you might get mad." He grins pointing to a small box under the tree.
"Oh my god mendes, you spoil me." I kiss his cheek hugging him and whispering in his ear, "but really you didn't have too."
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I cringe at the memory, god what happened to us.
"I didn't mean it," he whispers, and I almost didn't hear it, in fact I didn't want to hear it.
"You know what shawn?" I say with tears brimming my eyes, "part of me wants to slam this door right in your face and say fuck it but the other half knows you mean what you're saying so you tell me which side should win." I let out a shaky breath, and close my eyes trying to relax.
"Believe the side of you that knows I can change, because babygir-" he stops himself and clears his throat stopping himself from saying that dreaded nickname that used to make me melt, "because y/n I love you, and don't think that in this screwed up period I stopped because you'd be wrong."
I let out a cry and cover my mouth, "i missed you," my voice raises in pitch and I look up to see miserable shawn and wrap my arms around his neck embracing him like I have wanted to for so long.
"God I love you," he cries in my shoulder, for the first time I feel as if I'm holding him up, and holding him together.
"Dont let me go shawn," i rub his back in an attempt to comfort him.
"Never again, y/n that's a promise."
________________________________________~here is your part 3 lovelies sorry if the plot is crap.
~Leah
