I sat on the couch, a glass of iced tea in hand. I was waiting for Shawn, my boyfriend of three years, to come home from a meeting he had. It was getting later and later, while I sat there waiting. I felt like that happened a lot recently, you know, the waiting part. I missed having Shawn all to myself. I wish h- my thoughts were interrupted my the door roughly being pushed open.
Shawn, who look stressed and frustrated, rushed in and shook off his jacket and threw his bag on the floor. He didn't even notice me until I spoke up. "Hi Shawn. I missed you today, baby" I said softly.
He just grumbled and shrugged me off. I stood up and walked up to him, worried by his actions. "Shawn?" I questioned.
"What Y/n? Why are you bothering me?" he snapped. I stepped back a little, startled at his harsh words.
"Shawn. What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" I cautiously asked. He looked at me and his eyes softened. I think he could see the concern in my eyes.
He let out a soft sign before replying, "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm just stressed, that's all. I'm sorry I snapped at you. That's not a pleasant way to be greeted".
"It's alright, baby. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"It's just that...I feel like I have so much pressure on me. I have to make the fans happy, but I want to be happy with what we are doing. And I have to compromise with Andrew on everything. And I feel like I'm not spending any time with you an-" I cut off his rambling by kissing him softly on the lips.
"Shawn, baby, you need to calm down. It's gonna be alright. I think you just need some sleep. Let's go to bed, alright?" I suggested.
He just stares at me for a second, before placing his lips on mine. I didn't care how late it was nor did I know how he was feeling right now, but I do love the feeling of his lips against mine. So that's why we stood here, in the middle of the hallway, in the middle of the night, kissing passionately.
