Seventeen

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Shawn's pov
"Elizabeth Williams?" I jumped up from the hard chair. I had spent the last hour staring at the tile while my knee bounced up and down.

"Is she okay? Can I see her? Is she-." The doctor cut me off with a soft laugh.

"She's okay sir. She only broke her foot, and had a bad cut on her forehead. She's very lucky." He explained.

"Can I see her?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, follow me." He said guiding me to her room. He opened the wooden door to reveal her small body laying on the clean white bed. Her foot was wrapped up in a blue cast, and a few black stitches held together the cut in her forehead.

"She should be up in a few hours." The doctors said. I nodded my head and turned back to her. I heard the door close signaling that he had walked out the door. I took a deep breath before sitting down in the cold hard plastic chair. I had a lot of explaining to do, so I was going to sit here in this chair and think about all the things I need to say.

"Liz I'm so sorry, I should of told you that I had to date Ellie for publicity. I don't know why I didn't. This trip has made me realize a lot of things. First of all, it made me realize that I really-."

I sighed knowing that wasn't good enough. This whole situation was confusing and a lot to take in. I rubbed my face with the palm of my hands.

"Liz," I took her cold hand in mine. I didn't know if she could hear me or not, but I was fine with it either way, "I know that this whole situation is screwed up, but I'll make it up to you. I promise. The whole thin with Ellie is a publicity stunt, my manger thinks it will help my career," I paused as I rubbed lazy circles on her hand, "I love you Liz, I have since you came crying to me that night and I held you in my arms as you complained that you weren't pretty, when I tried my best to tell you that you were breathtaking, and amazing. My manager told me that I had to break up with you, but there is no way in hell I am." I looked up from our intertwined hands to see her eyelids fluttering open.

"Shawn," her voice was soft and raspy, "I love you too."

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