Handwritten (Shawn OneShots)

Life of the Party

Her POV

"Shawn I really don't want to go to the party. You should go and I'll just go to my room." I said nodding as I stood up. I felt his hand grab mine and pull me back on the couch we were sitting on. His calloused fingers rubbing my palm.

"Baby, I want you to come." He said with pleading eyes. I wasn't feeling up to it, but I nodded. I know that he wants me to go, so I'll suck it up and go. Just for him.

'"I need to go to my room at least to get ready." I said looking at the door.

"Actually I talked to my team and we picked out an outfit for you to wear. You are gonna love it I swear." He smiled. He was so cute when he got like this. I smiled and followed as he stood up and showed me to his closet.

The most beautiful dress was waiting. It was hung up on a hanger. It was red, with spaghetti straps. It had a cut up the right leg. It was so pretty. But it was so fancy.

This is not me. I am not one to dress up. I am not one to go to a party just to meet people and talk business. If I'm going to a party I'm going to have fun. If I'm dressing it up its for a wedding.

Let's just say I am completely out of my element.

This is for Shawn. He is living his dream. And I don't want to drag him down. I need to learn to do this for him. So I got dressed. Got my hair and make up done by his team. Met him at the door and smiled as we walked to the car. Faking it will have to do.

We arrive at the venue and its more fancier than I thought. I can't keep up with the pace. It's insane. So many want pictures with him and me too. I have now caught the eye of photographers because I am dating Shawn. I smile and answer the questions in the most professional way possible. I am offered a drink but I decline, I don't want to do something that I might get backlashed for.

Shawn is called over to a table with a bunch of executives. I stay where I am and give him a reassuring smile as he walks away. I recognize a few people but no one makes it a point to come talk to me as I awkwardly stand at this table alone. I try not to look at people. I look at the table, the walls, my nails. I don't know what I'm doing. Someone from Shawn's team walks up. I finally will have a familiar face to talk to. I smile, I can't quite remember his name but I know him.

"Hey, get out there. Speak to people. Remember to speak highly of Shawn." Is all he says and then walks away. I take a breath and go for it. I wonder towards a group of people and try to join their conversation but they make it a point to not let me in their circle. Alright, thanks assholes.

I move on to another group and they do the same. I'm starting to get the picture. I am the non famous girlfriend. They probably aren't talking to me because I'm not worth their time. And their right. I'm not. They know that Shawn is getting bigger, and he's not gonna want some home town girlfriend dragging him down since she's not rising with him. I need some air.

I look over at Shawn and see him laughing with some friends. He looks so happy, the only thing wrong with that picture is I'm not there with him. He seems happier without me there. I need air bad. I'm getting dizzy and need to sit. I finally find an exit and walk out. There's a bench and I sit closing my eyes taking in a few deep breaths. I take out my phone and text my best friend. I know she's working right now but I need to get my feelings out.

I tell her everything. How I'm feeling about Shawn. How I feel like I'm dragging him down. How I feel like he is happier without me. How I feel like he might break up with me soon. Every thought running across my head is typed. I need to get it out. Some girls walk by not noticing me, theres a bush overcrowding the bench.

"Did you see the girl Shawn brought? I doubt she sticks around."

"Yeah, with all the girls throwing themselves at him he'll soon realize he can do better."