Y/n's POV:
Marriage is about love, respect, and listening to each other's issues or values, being honest and giving all you can to the other person, it's all pretty standard, and listening to my richest friends talk they seem to agree.
Staring out the beautiful window, which doesn't have a fingerprint or a scratch on it, taking in the speeding city below, lets my mind wonder once again if I'm happy.
Is it nice being spoiled beyond comprehension? Of course, I think something and it's there, no hesitation from Shawn, and the whole act is very romantic. New cars, multiple homes, the expensive clothes that I will wear once but have no time to wear again because a new shipment came in is like a dream come true.
Except, there's no one there to share it with, He'll give me all I imagine but not be there to enjoy it with me, not be there to break in the new satin sheets, or even consider having kids for company because he knows he'll barely be there.
Fame, is the only thing I have to blame. It got to his head, it screwed up his thinking, being nice and being there for me no longer exists in his world, all there is, is money and girls and treasures, the last thing he's thinking about is love and I have to figure out a way to bring this up to him tonight over dinner.
It's all too much, considering he believes I'm happy, and that I'm okay with being alone all the time, and hearing about when he has shady business meetings at clubs, and the new music that lacks the meaning it used to have when he first started writing.
The butler opens the door to our penthouse, leaving right after Shawn comes in, knowing that as soon as "Mr.Mendes" comes home his duties are no longer needed.
Pouring himself a shot of expensive whiskey he raises his eyebrows at what I'm wearing, and grins, setting down the cup, "Hello darling."
My heart begins to sting as much as that whiskey did going down his throat, and the thought of having to sit through a dinner just to end things makes me feel sick.
"Shawn I need to talk to you about something," I refuse to make eye contact, and without meaning to my words become mumbles.
An exhasperated sigh leaves my husband, making my confidence about this conversation go from almost nothing to non-existent.
"Does it have to be now sweetheart? I just got home," He unties his tie and looking in the mirror, takes off his black blazer. I'll miss it, the entire process, seeing him look so godlike everyday, but it's something I'm going to have to live without.
"No Shawn," my words become angry, "because you do this all the time, you come home, we eat, and before there's any time for real conversation you're too tired so you go to bed. This can't wait anymore."
Realizing that he can't dismiss me, from the tone of my voice, he makes his way in front of me and raises his eyebrows to show his growing impatience.
"Go on y/n, it seems important enough."
That statement alone could've made steam come out of my ears. Since when did my speaking have to go through him to be determined important enough?
"I can't do this anymore," my voice raises, and once it's blurted I can't stop, but it's impossible to miss the drop in Shawn's face as my words leave my lips, "I'm alone all the time and you think by buying me all these pointless things makes up for it? No so you can stop wasting money on dresses that I'll never wear out to your award shows, and new sheets that never get used, you can take it all and burn it because it means nothing to me."
The tears are hot streaming down my face and I kick off my heals and take a step back, seeing the stone face twisted with pain on the man I love.
"I don't mean to be gone all the time," his voice which was once full of personality is now monotone, and it makes the anger coursing through me pick up speed.
"Save it, you know very well the clubs are optional, everything just comes before me and I should've seen it from the start. But you see Shawn, you weren't always so involved with yourself, the damn fame has taken the man I fell in love with," I take the pins out of my complicated hairstyle as well and wipe the melting makeup off my face, aware of the mess that now covers it.
"I thought you were happy," He sounds choked up but it takes everything in me not to let it bother me, with deep hurt, his stare goes from me to the pins and the shoes on the floor, his muscles no longer tense.
"I can't love objects, I can only love you and if nothing can change, if all this," I wave my hand pointing to the luxuries that surround us, "mean more to you than our relationship then I'm ready to leave."
He places his hands shakily in his pockets, and takes deep breaths, taking in what I just said, the threat to end something he thought was so perfect, and tears leave his beautiful brown eyes.
"I don't want to hold you back y/n, you're just so upset so I can't beg you to stay."
"So that's it? you're not even going to try to save us? You're just going to let me walk out that door?" The fact that Shawn gave up so easily is like a dagger to my heart.
"It's open, and it'll stay that way when you're ready to come back."
_____________________________________________________________________________________Okay so I know A lot of you wanted a part 2 on Happily ever after but I wrote this completely forgetting but I hope you like it anyways.
~Leah
