Home/Shawn Mendes

Part 88

Maya:

Saying goodbye, or well, saying see you soon, was at first the hardest thing to do. We barely had any time together because our flight landed later that expected and Shawn had a show. But after I ran back to him I was actually more happier to go. 

I wasn't sad.

I knew I'll see him again.

"Wow. Maya this place looks absolutely amazing. Just listen to the acoustic. You did a good job on this." Lauren said as I took her through the, now finally done, studio of mine. "Only one thing needed and that is a singer. And the puffing against the wall. Then it's all set and done." I said chuckling.

"Do you think Shawn will switch bases now that you have your own studio? So he can record with you?" She asked and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Honestly, I don't know. But I also don't care. He can do just as he pleases. If he wants to switch bases, he can, but if he doesn't, that's okay to." I said, smiling, as we walked out of the place and locked the doors behind us. 

Lauren was really impressed with how the studio came out and how it looks, and I'm happy she likes it.

-

That evening. I never thought this would happen, but it did.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

My phone went off and I saw Shawn's face lighting up my screen after I accepted his call. This was weird because he never calls at this time of the day.

Something is up. But I can also be wrong. Maybe he just wants to call home.

"Hey" I beamed and saw him only smiling faintly at me. I knew something was up. This isn't the Shawn I k ow, he is down. And he doesn't look happy. Sadness is dwelling  in his eyes and I can see the tear stains on his cheeks. 

"Shawn. What's the matter?" I asked and he looked down, running his hand through his hair as he sighed deeply. "I'm coming home." He said and I could hear his voice was breaking. His voice was almost gone. 

"No. You'r sick." I said and felt a knot in my stomach. This is bad because now he has to cancel his tour and the rest of the shows he has til he gets better. And it is best for him to come home and see a doctor because if he stays and continues, he could harm his voice. And that could be the end of his career.

I saw the sadness in his eyes as he looked back to me again. I just gave him a reassuring smile, because there's not much that I can do for him. He needs to come home and get better.

"Hey, baby. I know it's bad but when you get home I'll take good care of you." I said and saw his cheeks turning a crimson red as he hid his face in the crook of his elbow. "Aww, Shawn. Are you blushing?" I teased him and he just smiled up at me before once again  hiding his face in his arm.

"It's nice to see you smiling, even though your're sick." I said and wished I could just hug him right about now. I think we both need it but he looks like he needs it even more. "You give me a reason." He said inn his raspy voice. 

"Aww stop it. You're making me blush." I said and smiled at me. He is so cute, even when he is sick. And I feel so sorry for him that this now had to happen to him. Couldn't it have happened after the tour. 

"Okay baby, try and get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you." I said and he smiled faintly again, blowing me a kiss and mouthing an I love you back at me. 

This boy. He'll be the death of me. 

-

3 Days later

I'm on my way to the airport to pick up Shawn. Today he is coming back home from tour. And I'm really not so sure about what to do.

Should I be happy or sad that he's home? 

When I arrived at the airport I immediately went to the drop off zone where I waited for him to come through the gates. A while later I saw Geoff and Andrew appearing and approaching me, and then came Shawn.

There were a bunch of fans waiting on the side for him, yelling and screaming his name, but his eyes only searched around till they locked on mine. He looked as if he was on the verge of tears as he stormed up to me, pushing through the people.

It made me smile to see him just storming up to me. Ignoring anything and everything around him. I walked closer and pulled him into a tight hug. We stayed liked that for almost five minutes.

"You okay?" I whispered in his ear, running my hand through the hair at the back of his neck.HE just nodded, hiding his face even deeper in the crook of my neck. He pulled me closer, holding me even closer to him.

It feels good to just hold him in my arms, as close as I possibly could. 

"I'm so sorry that this had to happen. Especially now." I said. I know he is sad about not being able to continue with his tour and that he had to come home. But it's for the best.

It breaks both his heart, and mine.

I felt a tear sliding down my neck and I closed my eyes, crying with him. I hate to see his this broken but it's for the best. He needs to be home now. 

"Don't cry. Everything will be okay." I said, cupping his cheek and wiping away his  tears, as he did the same for me. 

We got his bags and he took my hand in his as we walked back to the car. 

I love him so much.