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Part 90

Maya:

Shawn is really sick. 

He usually never sleeps during a Harry Potter movie, but today, he fell asleep on my lap. At the beginning of the movie.

Whilst I was watching the movie I got a call from my interior designer at my studio, saying that all the padding on the walls are in and the studio is now ready for use.  

I was so excited to get the studio on and going. This is my biggest dream and now I finally get to do it. I worked so hard to get where I am now, and all the work is paying off good.

I already got requests from artists, big artists, to come and record at my studio. Artists like Adele and James Blunt who's management contacted me to come and record at my studio. 

MY STUDIO! 

It feels so cool  to finally get to say that. 

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It's 8 pm now and Shawn is still asleep on the couch. He never slept this much, always only taking a few hour nap, never an entire afternoon.

He needs to get up otherwise he won't sleep tonight.

"Hey." I said softly as I crouched down next to him in front of the couch. I ran my fingers through his hair and saw his eyes, slowly fluttering open. His eyes met mine and he smiled before closing them again and rolled around a bit.

Making these cute noises as he stretches out on the couch.

"You need to get up and eat something. Be a little bit active so you can rest tonight again." I said and he slowly sat up. "How are you feeling love?" I asked pressing the back of my hand against his forehead, but he just nodded his head and took my hand into his.

"I'm okay. Thanks you." He said and kissed the  top of my hand.

Just as I stoop up to walk to the kitchen and make him something to eat, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto his lap. "Shawn." I laughed and groaned at the same time and he just pulled me even closer to him.

He is always up for doing something, no matter the consequences, situation or how he feels. HE will always be the same dork he is.

"I love this." He said and I kissed his throne, ruffling up his hair. 

"You know, I came to get you at the airport, drove you guys back home and I'm looking after you. Yet you never even kissed me. Since you came back." I said pouting and he furrowed his eyebrows together. "Uh, yeah, because I don't want you to get sick either." He said in a duh tone.

I ignored it though, not caring if I get sick or not. I want to kiss him, feel his lips n mine again. So I leaned down and crashed my lips to his. Our lips moved in sync as he kissed me back ad I started smiling. 

This is what I missed of him. The way  he makes me feel every time he kisses me. The butterflies he gives me, the way my cheeks start to burn and the feeling of his hand either on my waist or cupping my cheek.

Darn, this boy is killing me everyday. I love him so much.

"Missed that." I said and stood up from his lap. "Feeling better now?" He chuckled and I nodded, "I needed that kiss." I said and he just laughed. I took his hand in mine and we walked to the kitchen, so I can make him something to eat.

"When are we starting the whole thing to plan for the wedding and what not." He asked as I handed him his plate with a sandwich.

"Uhmm... I think Stevie said we have a meeting on Wednesday. Next Wednesday though so you have time to get well." I said and kissed his cheek. 

He just nodded in reply as he started devouring the sandwich. He must be pretty hungry.

"I'm gonna take a bath. Here's your medicine." I said placing it down in front of him on the counter. "Thanks baby." He replied and winked at me. He knows well not to do that because it drives  me absolutely crazy. 

And when he bites down on his bottom lip. 

GOSH!

I blushed walking up the stair to our room as I started running me a bath. I love taking a bath because that's my time of relaxing. Sometimes Shawn even joins me and we just stay in the water, leaning back and just enjoying each others company. 

That's the most fun baths. With him.

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It's currently 9 pm and Shawn is already in bed. He says he's feeling a bit better but he doesn't look that good. But he's getting there.

The last thing he now needs is trouble because he needs to rest.

I was still busy working on some thins with contracts and management for my studio downstairs in the kitchen when I heard a knock at the door.

Who could possibly be at our house this time of night? And I don't recall on us inviting anyone over. Especially this time of the night.

I slowly walked closer to the door and opened it up to discover the one person I thought and hoped I'd never ever need to see or walk into my entire life.

My heartbeat raising as it pounded in my chest and a big lump forming in my throat. I tried shutting the door on him as fast as I possibly could, but his foot got pressed into the doorway and he blocked the door from closing.

"Maya." He said with his deep voice. Immediately all bad memories came floating back and I felt shivers running down my spine as I now saw his face clearly appearing in the light from our apartment, shining on the door where he now stood. 

Just the sight of him brought back so much pain, and I don't know what he's doing here or what he wants. I just want him to leave. I thought he did, that day at the hotel when I told him to stay away from me and anyone associated with me.

But he came back. 

And I don't know what his intentions on that is.

"Go away Marcus." I said and just then he busted through the door, pushing it open with force to get inside. I fell to the ground and started gasping for air as he came closer to me.

I hate this guy with all I have. I want his dead and out of my life, permanently.

"Maya, Maya, Maya." He said and I stared crawling away from him but he just pulled me back and threw me to the ground again.