Y/n's POV:
"Shawn Mendes World Tour," Smiling I read off the words from the new merchandise he'll be selling at the show he's performing tomorrow, "this is insane babe."
Counting suitcases, and roaming around his bedroom double, and tripple checking everything, he returns the smile, with a little twinkle in his eyes.
"6,000 people, it's probably the most insane thing ever," sighing out of excitement, he glances over at the sweatshirt I was holding up to the lamp, me looking at every feature, and feeling pride in my boyfriend for making it this far in the industry.
"The crowds will only get bigger, and your fame will climb," I fold the piece of clothing delicately, and place it back on his bed, the weight of the fabric sinking into the fluffed comforter.
"You know," He says wrapping his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on top of my head, breathing deeply, enjoying our last night before he leaves, "all of this wouldn't be worth it y/n if I didn't have you. Fame and money is nothing if you don't have someone to share it with."
I take the words he's saying to heart, knowing Shawn means every little thing he's saying. Distance, is staring us in the face menacingly, threatening to throw off everything we've been able to maintain. He will never be so far away so often, or so busy, until now, until he finally has his own headlining tour.
"I know muffin," I smile at the pet name I haven't used on him in months, "I'm just going to miss you so much. That's okay though, I want you to live your dream."
Silence falls over us, but it's comfortable, it's a silence that says I love you, and no one has to say anything.
"You're still gonna go to Tim Hortons everyday right? Even when I can't go with you?" He giggles and kisses the top of my head, and I can feel his smile on my scalp.
"Of course," I turn around to face him, placing my hands on his cheeks laughing, "and then going to the gym to work it all off after."
Kissing me, he mumbles, "we both know you don't go to the gym."
During our last embrace using our lips, his phone buzzes in his pocket and he relentlessly pulls away and checks the notification.
"I'm sorry babygirl, it's Andrew telling me we need to leave, to pick me up for the airport."
His eyes read sadness, and guilt. Guilt for leaving me and knowing I'm not ready to wait for too long, but hopefully the months will fly quicker than anticipated.
"Hey Shawn?" I grab his muscular forearm while he's leaning down to pick up one of his many suitcases, and he makes concerned eye contact with me.
"Yes darling?" I've never seen his eyes look so plush and soft and warming.
"Promise me one thing okay?" I can't help but to notice that my eyes are glossing over with tears, tears that reflect how happy I am for him.
"Of course anything."
"That you have the best time of your life, and that you're going to tell me every single detail."
_____________________________________________________________________________________~I'm realizing how long it's been since I've written something that's decently cute but whatever. I'm going to delete my book because the plot is shit and I have nowhere to go with it. Maybe I'll try again in the future.
~LEah
