Treat You Better - A Shawn Mendes Fanfic ✔️

I'm Like a Grandpa

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Heyo!

I am really running out of greetings...

I just wanted to say thank you so much for making this story reach 1000 reads! This is, just as Shawn loves to say, so unreal! Thank you so much!

Enjoy!

Xxx,

Sara

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Sadie's POV:

Sitting on the same chair I had been seated on for the last 5 hours, I couldn't be more jealous of both Ella and Bailey, who are right next to me and fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Unlike them, I haven't had a single second of sleep. Hungry and with my right leg dormant, I tried to reposition myself again into a more comfortable position without accidentaly elbowing Ella.

Every time I closed my eyes in another attempt to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about how stupid I was. How stupid I am for having believed for just a second that maybe, just maybe, Shawn felt the same way back. 

The second Shawn had said that he saw me as more than a friend, the emotions I had tried so hard locking in tried to get out. My heart had stopped, but soon started beating again, as I realized what he meant: that I was a best friend. And then again, when he said that that wasn't what he meant, the feelings made another escape for freedom. Some of them managed to do so, making me hope that he actually felt the same way back.

I am so freaking stupid. How could I actually have the slightest of hopes that Shawn liking me was even possible?

I knew I couldn't let these feelings break free again. I had to keep them absolutely locked, in order to not get hurt. I had just experienced a sample of it, by letting just a little bit of my emotions be free, and I absolutely disliked the experience. Therefore, I would keep them locked up deep, deep down inside of me.

I only managed to sleep when only an hour of the trip remained, so I was woken up half an hour later when the lights of the plane turned on, announcing the breakfast. As usual, I wasn't able to eat much. Aeroplane food and I are not compatible.

After going through the whole process of passing through immigration and getting my luggage, I finally head towards the exit, where an automatic door slides open, and I am found in a sea of parents and family members of people from my school. Hopeful that maybe she just wanted to make a surprise, that my mum actually managed to come and get me, I scan the crowd. And of course, there is no sign of her.

"Sadie, welcome back!" a familiar voice says behind me and I turn around, finding my driver, Roger. Yes I do have a driver. When you live in a country you can only drive when you are 18 and your parents are always working, a driver is necessary.

"Thank you." I say, forcing a smile. Roger was very kind and all, but I still secretely wished that instead of him, my mum and dad were here. I search Bailey and Ella in the crowd of parents hugging their children, while trying to ignore the pang of lonliness I felt at this sight. Without even noticing, my hand reaches for the key around my neck, which I envelop in my hand. I don't know how, it comforts me, reminding me that I am not actually as alone as I thought. Finding Ella, I walk over to her and her mother.

"Hello Susan!" I say with a smile, greeting Ella's mother, who insists on me calling her by her first name.

"Sadie, dear, how are you? Did you have a good time in New York?" She asks, giving me a hug.

"I think she was the one that had the most fun, didn't you Sadie?" Ella answers for me, a smirk on her face. She now has this tendency of teasing me with Shawn, I don't know why. But well, at least she did not do that in front of him.