A long way home {a Shawn Mendes fanfiction}

F I F T E E N

~Ashley's POV~
Ashley😍❤️
Hey the plane just landed, I'll be at the pick up point in 30 minutes!

Shawn💖
Fine, I'm waiting for you, love you baby

Ahsley😍❤️
Love you💕

I grab my backpack, and since that's the only luggage I have, I head to the pick up point, and as soon as I see Shawn I start running and I jump in his arms. "Oh my god Ashley-" I interrupt him by kissing him passionately. Oh how I missed this boy.
As I pull away from the kiss and nestle my face in his chest, he whispers "I missed you so much"
I feel my heart almost popping out of my chest. I feel like I just fell in love again. I don't look forward to the moment I'll have to tell him about Camila. I don't want to ruin things, but I'm really planning to tell him. I kiss him again and swing my backpack over one shoulder. Shawn grabs my hand with big hands and we get in the taxi. We sit in the backseat, Shawn still holding my hand. I'm getting more and more nervous and Shawn notices my nervousness. "Girl, what's wrong?" I smile "nothing" he looks at me, his eyes full of disbelief. "Are you sure?" I shake my head "no". He sighs and grabs my hand "you know you can tell me everything right?" I nod and kiss him. An hour later we arrive at home. We get inside and I drop my backpack in his bedroom. "I need to see my dad" I whisper.
"What?!" He says while walking up to me "are you sure?"
I nod "Shawn, he is my dad"
Shawn zones out, like he just realized I haven't talked to my dad since forever, and I'm almost turning 16, in 3 weeks to he precise. He turns back to reality "But he hurted you!" He replies while grabbiny my arm.
"So what? He is still my dad Shawn, I want to see him. Let me go!" I shout, harsher than meant.
"Why do you want to go there! I mean, he hurted you, causing you to go to the hospital! He should be in jail!" Shawn shouts back.
"I need him..." I whisper. Silently hoping he didn't hear me. He stays quiet for a moment. Then he shouts again "what do you mean 'I need him'?! Ashley! He said you weren't allowed to come back! Who knows what he's gonna do!"
I feel the anger boiling in my blood. Why. Why. Why. I mentally hit myself. Why. FUCKING WHY? I decide to just ask the question out loud "why do you deserve to grow up with your dad, but I don't?!" I now shout, almost scream.
Shawn doesn't know what to say. He just nods. Just. Nods.
I wait for a reply, but it doesn't come. "Fine!" I say, as I swing my backpack over my right shoulder "I'm leaving"
I open the door and rush down the stairs. I go outside and walk up to the driveaway of my dad. Before ringing the doorbell I think things over. The fact that he didn't even try to stop me. Kinda hurts me. But maybe it's just too selfish. Well, honestly, I don't think I deserve him. He is popular, and I'm not. I will ruin his popularity and Camila is popular enough for him. I slowly lift my hand up and ring the doorbell.
My dad opens the door and as soon as he sees me, his face lights up. "Ashley?" He stumbles as his eyes widen. I shyly smile "dad..." even though I'm trying to hold it back, a tear escapes. My dad steps out of the house, and hugs me tight. I hug him back. I missed him. "I missed you" he whispers "come in". I walk in the house and he points the stairs "go bring your stuff to your room" I'm confused "my room?" The biggest room in the house was my room, since I left, they didn't give it to one of my siblings/stepsiblings? He nods "yes, your room" I give him a confused look "it's intact. Since you left, I hoped you would come back. And everytime I saw you with Shawn... I just hoped he made you happy. And you looked happy, so I let you be..." I think back to what happened with Shawn. I immediately get mad again. He only thinks about himself. He only wants me to be with him. Sometimes, I don't know, but it seems like I love him so much more than he loves me. Like he only wants me to be with him and not with my dad, or other family. When I went to my mom, he wanted me to come back to him as soon as possible. He didn't want me to be with my mom. He only cares about himself. And everytime I think about it, I feel my blood boiling inside my veins. What can I do to make him know how mad I am? I know how I can...
I grab my phone and slowly type the message. I take a deep breathe before sending it...

Ashley
You can have him. Ashley.