Shawn's POV:
"Shawn," Andrew, my manager sighed, trying to deal with how difficult I've been for the past hour, constantly fighting over the topic of y/n and I's relationship, "you have to think of what's best for yourself, and if you did you'd see how right I am.
"She's everything," slowly I can feel myself giving up, knowing that if I don't give in Andrew might drop me from the label tonight, leaving me to lose everything I've worked so hard for, for the past 5 years. Working since a young teen and then giving up only when I'm 23 doesn't seem logical to me. "Andrew you have to see that I can't just break up with her."
"Distraction," He furrows his eyebrows together, letting me know he's coming to his end of trying to reason with me, "That's all she's been for you Shawn. If you're not complaining about how you wish you were home with her you're talking about what you two plan on doing. You're here for music not a love life."
His argument is only fueling my frustration, me wishing he saw the way things are through my perspective, because if he did he wouldn't try to convince me to do the act of breaking up with my long term girlfriend.
"My music is inspired by my love life," I bounce my knee up and down trying to keep myself from blowing up, I just can't afford that.
"She's not even famous," Andrew's stare is daggers piercing into my dark eyes, I've never seen him so serious about matter concerning my job, "half the fans hate her, and you're losing popularity. You say you want to do what's best for your supporters but I'm not going to have a man that has a following who supports shit."
Every single word I take personally, him just letting words fly from his mouth, not even thinking about how this may hurt me, or how it may offend me of how he's talking so poorly of my love and my fans.
"Andrew I-" hurt is evident in my voice, and I try ignoring it, but before I can get another word out, he cuts me off.
"No, it's your job or her, I'm sick of this. I'm leaving in 15 and if you don't make that phone call I want to make it clear I do not want you back in my studio. You hear me? Before you go making decisions on love remember this world tour I busted my ass organizing for you." Angrily, he sips his coffee and glances at the 10 year contract I signed when I first was accepted into Island Records.
Every single emotion seems to be hitting me like a ton of bricks, not allowing me to think clearly, and think through what decision I want to make. I love Y/n more than words can describe, it hurts how much I care and how desperately I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Never in my life did I think one of my best friends, who happens to be my manager, would turn against me like this and make me despise everything he stands for.
"Millions of fans who have made this life worth while," I mumble to myself, realizing he can hear me, "and the woman who made me see that."
"I've seen it," Andrew bitterly whispers, sadness more evident than anger, "clients think they're in love, have their lives figured out, but in the end they just crash and burn. Shawn, and to see that happen to you would be such a shame." Shaking his head his looks back at me with softer eyes, possibly feeling some sympathy.
"I love her," I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to cry, not wanting to feel anything, wishing all could work out and all could be good, "she would never."
"10 minutes," Andrew turns in his chair to look back at his laptop, with all the recordings of my new album I'm about to release in a couple of weeks.
Crying silently to myself, I slowly, with shaky hands, pull my phone from my pocket, turning it over to ponder if I'm actually going to do this, actually going to let go of the happiness I spent all my life looking for.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper, mentally wishing that whisper could make it all the way to where she is currently, sleeping or watching TV, waiting for my evening phone call, which would usually consist of me talking about my day.
Andrew gives me a look of approval as the phone rings, and when it stops ringing I can't help but to sound shaky as I say, "Hello?"
_____________________________________________________________________________________~Part 2 I promise
~Leah
