Texting / Shawn Mendes

A Wedding: part 2

I was in the washroom, looking at my reflection. All that I was thinking was that I can't do it. Why am I even here if I can't even talk to him? Why did he want me to come here so badly? Thousands of questions dominated my mind, and stressing me out. I shouldn't let this affect me. If it's for Shawn, I'll do it. He was there when I needed him the most so that's what I'm going to do as well.

Andrew was right. It was a bad idea to come here but I can't go back in time so...

I am now walking back to the ballroom. I had 23 texts from Shawn, asking where I am and if I'm okay. I was too worried to even text him back. Why am I acting like Andrew or anyone else can see who am I texting?
I took a deep breathd and continued my way to ballroom.

I can listen Shawn's voice echoing all over the place. I entered the room and there he is, singing a song that I've never heard before.

His voice brings shudder to my spine. Watching him singing and knowing that he's doing what he's passionate about always brings a smile on my face. I'm so proud of him and his achievements. His smooth voice helps me calm down a little bit.

As soon as his eyes layed on me, relief painted his face. He was watching the married couple having their first dance and he was smiling at the view. He's happy for his friend and his beautiful wife. I look at the couple having their first dance together and I can feel my eyes getting watery.
I look back at Shawn and I smile again like an idiot.
He's so handsome. His eyes are closed, he's playing the guitar and slightly moving his body.

I should go and sit to our table.
I spotted Andrew and walked to him. I asked him where I'm supposed to sit.
He informs me that since I came with them I have to sit with them as well, but across from Shawn so no one will get suspicious.

I do so.

Shawn's performance has just ended and he's walking to where we are. People congratulate him on his way to our table and he thanks them.

He seems a little frustrated, but I can't ask him what made him upset. He sits down and whispers something to Geoff and he shrugs.

What's going on?

My phone vibrates and I grab it from the table. It's him.

What are you doing? Why did you sit there?

And then it hit me... He had no idea what Andrew said to me but I couldn't tell him the truth. It would made him even more upset and I really don't want to.

I loved your performance.

I tried to change the topic but I failed miserably.

Malia! Tell me what's going on. You're driving me crazy.

I wasn't feeling very well Shawn. I'm a little bit dizzy.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

It's nothing Shawn.

I eyed him and he is already looking at me. He is holding his phone and his elbows are resting on the table.

A blank expression painted on his face, making me feel even more guilty.
I slightly smile to him but he quickly looks back to his phone and he is typing something back. My phone vibrates once again and I unlock it.

You are hiding something from me.

No... I'm not.

Come on Malia. Don't you trust me?

I have to say something..

I... I don't know.

As soon as I sent that text, I had already regret it.

I turn back to him and he is looking at me with sad eyes. He whispers something to Geoff once again and then he leaves the hall.

I have to do something.

I stand up and I pretend that someone is calling me. I put my phone on my ear and I exit the room before Andrew has the chance to stop me.

I was looking around the empty parking lot and Shawn was nowhere to be seen.
I called him but he didn't pick it up.
I called again, and again and again...

He finally answered.

Shawn?

...

Shawn?

What is it Malia?
His voice was low and shaking.

Where are you? I've been calling you and looking for you everywhere!

I'm in the washroom.

I quickly ended the call.
I walked there as fast as I could.

I am standing in front of the door, not sure what to do. I finally get in.
Shawn is standing with his back against the wall. As soon as he realized that I was in the washroom, he seemed confused.

"What are you doing in here Malia?" he asked, his eyes glued on the floor.

"Shawn.. Please don't be mad at me."

I said and I walked in front of him.

"I'm not. I'm just disappointed with myself because of the way I treated you."

His face was staring at the dirty floor. I still can't believe where I am right now.

"You shouldn't be." I said honestly.

"You will never trust me again."

He said and with his eyes are now looking on my lips.

"Shawn..." I started and I rested my hands on his shoulders
"We all make mistakes. The fact that I'm not comfortable to express my feelings and thoughts to you right now because of how things took place, has nothing to do with how I'm going to treat you in the future. I know it sounds stupid, but I've trusted you before and I wouldn't change it for the world. Just give me some time to process everything that have happened and everything will go back to normal. You'll live your dream but I'll always be there when you really need someone to talk to, I'll continue waiting every day for your call and I'll be there when you feel that no one is. Just... Just give me some time. "

"Malia..." he said and his face is now inches away from mine. He stroke my cheek with his fingers.

"Thank you. For everything. It means a lot" he simply said.

What?

"Let's go" he said and he held my hand, walking me out the washroom.

We got out but his hand was still holding mine tightly. We walked back to our table and he placed a chair for me right next to him, his hands still holding mine.

Andrew seemed shocked and stressed from Shawn's sudden actions.

"Shawn I don't think that this is a good idea."

"Don't worry about it."

I turned around and saw some people looking at me.

"They are looking at me Shawn."

"So what?"

"Shawn, I don't think being watched with a random girl is a good idea"

"You're important to me Malia and if people don't get it I don't care."

He smiled to me and I smiled back. He hugged me and kissed my cheek and I whispered to him "you're important to me".