As we walk through the airport, I see the paparazzi being held back by security guards. The security guards have confiscated their cameras and I manage a small smile. Reason #5 why I like security guards.
I slowly let go of Shawn's hand. He knows. Every one knows. I would like to spend as little time as possible with him in the airport or I will be even more sad.
"I'll call you when I land, okay? And I love you."
"Okay. I love you too."
Shawn leans down and kisses me. Oh my god I just had my first kiss. Shawn and I had been dating for almost a month and we just kissed. I blush and wave good bye. He waves and turns around, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks.
"OTP!" Hayes screams, and I smile, a tear falling off of my cheek and on to the floor.
"Bye!" we all say in unison, and Shawn waves back.
"Don't worry E," Cameron whispers, "he'll be back soon."
I nod, but I know something. If Shawn finds a girl that he thinks is prettier, he will dump me for her. Who wouldn't? I've been in the hospital probably 1 million times, I have a lot of negative things on my medical file, I'm not the prettiest of all of the girls in the world. So why me? Why would he choose me in general, when he could have any other prettier girl in the entire world?
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That night I say nothing. Anyone who is hungry gets a bowl of cereal or makes a sandwich. I don't eat as usual. This worries the guys, especially Cameron and Aaron, who have become my big brothers. I find that odd. Not that they are like my brothers. But that I call the 9 guys I am always living with "the guys". I don't say all of their names, I just say "the guys". Why do I do that?
"Knockity knock knock."
"Knock knock!" I say with a smile.
Matt comes giggling into my room, followed by Johnson, carter and Taylor.
"How is our princess?" Taylor asks, flopping onto my bed with a grin.
I shrug my shoulders, going back to the drawing that is slowly appearing on my sketchpad. It is of an angel overlooking a city with a small tree in it's center. I don't know where I got the idea from, or how I managed to sketch it out, but it looks really good so far.
"Well Mahogany is coming over. And she is bringing oreos."
YESSSSSSS!!!! If you have been living under a rock for the past however many months, a year maybe, you will not know that the guys, Mahogany and I have this strange obsession with making a huge oreo cake like every week. M comes over every Saturday, and at various times during the week. She also comes over whenever Shawn is leaving or coming home. WHICH MEANS OREO CAKE!!!!
I jump up and down for the next hour, and even had to make food to calm myself down. Even though I'm not hungry, I call in the giddy boys from the living room and hand them all a plate filled with grilled parmesan chicken, fettuccine noodles and alfredo sauce with a side salad and garlic bread. Sounds amazing, right? But not as good as a giant oreo cake.
Did I mention I love oreo cake? The chocolate cake batter has oreo crumbles, the frosting is made with oreos to create a cookies n' cream frosting, and the top of the cake is coated with more crumbles and several whole oreos. It is an oreo overdose.
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5 hours later it is almost 1 in the morning and I am finishing my third piece of cake. Yes, third, do not judge. Everything was going fine until I got a call from Shawn.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hi, is this Ella?
"Uh...yeah?"
The voice is more feminine than Shawn's just-starting-to-crack voice.
"I was calling to tell you that Shawn is breaking up with you and he has a new girlfriend. You can look at twitter if you want proof. Just look up Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes couple. Bye!"
A/N: What did I just do....okay so sorry about the shortness, I wanted a quick update since I have not update in forever. And also, I love Camila, I am not hating on her. This is not my opinion on anything or anyone whatsoever
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Ficção AdolescenteElla is a 16 year old girl battling depression. Her best friend Lillian has always been there for her, but has started to drift away. Without her best friend around all the time, Ella has started going back to old coping habits. When a new kid comes...