Y/n's POV:
"Do you have to leave?" i solemnly look at his suitcase resting in the corner of the kitchen. The thought of him leaving makes my stomach churn and ache and I can't put my mind on why.
"I'm sorry baby girl I have too," His face is buried in the paperwork he's been working on for about an hour. Shawn should've just hired a travel agent to do all this work, we could still be spending time together.
"But you have only been home for a week!" I slump against the wall disapointed, "i had more plans." I'm realizing how much I'm pouting and being immature about the whole thing, it's not like it's the first time he has left me. This tour thing has been going on since he was young.
"I told you doll, I'm going to try my best to see you as much as my schedule possibly allows. Can we not fight about this now," His eyebrows are pulled together in stress between the tour and the stacks of paperwork sitting in front of him.
For the past hour anytime I even tried approaching him he has silenced me or told me to go somewhere else.
"I don't want to fight," my voice sad and tired, "i just think we should talk about this."
I will always need to talk about this, this isn't something someone just gets used too.
"God y/n just leave me alone okay? Later." The once comfortable mood swiftly changes to awkward anger that's now rising between the two of us. I know he's just praying I'll leave and keep busy, but all I wanted was to communicate to him. How many times is he actually sitting here right in front of me?
"You're not leaving tomorrow shawn!" I spit at him, my face reading anger, "andrew just called and said he wants you at the airport at 6 and we only have 3 hours left and I'm so sorry I'm just getting in the way of all this crap that can clearly wait."
"I should keep tally of how many fights we've had about this topic," He hisses at me, his eyes an inky black from all the anger that's rising, "i have no control over my work anymore, and that's something you need to except okay?"
I look away from his menacing eyes and stare at the floor, trying to look interested in the boring bare hardwood floor that meets my eyes. Maybe if I did this he'd be satisfied that I wasn't getting in his way.
"Alright," i murmur, not wanting to look at him even though he probably went back to what he was doing, "I'll see you next year okay? I hope you have a good new years and Christmas. Hard to believe this will be the first Christmas we haven't spent together since we've gotten married." I smile weakly trying to make things happy again, remembering that beautiful day we were married together. He was more happy back then, less stress was living on shawn's shoulder.
"Y/n I said not now!" He throws the packet he was reading across the counter, picking up his coffee as he heads upstairs to our room.
"Jesus shawn.." i whisper before he turns the corner to head up the stairs, trying to get rid of the shocked look on my face.
I'm sick of his tantrums, it's not my fault he can't keep a decent conversation going. If i need to talk about him leaving than I have the right to do so.
I grab my keys, needing a little drive to clear my mind of what has been happening for the past few days. I wipe away a couple tears that have explored their way down my cheek as i slip on my shoes.
His head peeks around the corner of the mudroom, eying me worridly, "you're not leaving are you?" His tone is sad and anxious, "because I'm sorry." He shifts his coffee mug awkwardly in his hand, staring intently at me.
"You just needed time alone, so I thought I'd give it to you," i sniffle, not wanting to cry. My emotions go insane and especially when I feel neglected. He's the one I love most and something never feels right.
"I was just stressed that's all," he sighs, walking towards me placing a kiss on my cheek, "i need a break from all the paper work, do you want to watch a movie?" He smiles hopefully to me, pleading for me to say yes.
"Of course," i smile, wiping my eyes, "you pick the movie."
"I want to make everything up to you y/n, but I'm still finding ways to do it."
________________________________________~my dad was literally rushing me out the door as i wrote this but I hope you enjoyed
~Leah
