Chapter 9

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--Briana' POV--

I actually regret picking up the phone when Shawn called. The conversation did not go well at all.

--the conversation between Briana and Shawn--

(Shawn,Briana)

H-hello?
Bri-Briana?
Hey Shawn
Hey Bri I just wanted to see how you were doing
Not to be rude or anything but why are you calling me
What are you talking about
Well by the looks of it you said you were, and I quote, "never going to forget about me" Shawn we haven't spoken for almost 2 months since we last spoke and you basically ran out of the car in the airport without saying a word
Well Briana you do know my whole world does not revolve around you
When did I ever say it was I'm just saying that you could have made a little more effort and at least text me
Oh and you couldn't
Shawn you know how I am I don't want to call you when your on stage or something
Exactly I have been on stage and writing new music I haven't been thinking straight laightly
Well it looks like you have been thinking straight when your with Camila
What The Hell Are You Talking About
IM SAYING THAT IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN ASSHOLE AND ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND THAT YOU LEFT ALL ALONE SHE WOULDN'T BE CRYING LIKE A 3YEAR OLD
OH SO IM AN ASSHOLE NOW
YES YOU ARE WANNA KNOW WHY BECAUSE I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT US I DONT KNOW IF YOU ACTUALLY CARED BUT I DID AND I ACTUALLY STRIVE TO KEEP THIS RELATIONSHIP STRONG BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SHAWN I DONT KNOW IF YOU JUST FELT BAD FOR ME AND JUST DATED ME TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER BUT I ACTUALLY LOVED YOU AND I STILL DO NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU BUT I GUESS I MADE A WRONG DECISION TO STAY WITH SOMEO--
YOU KNOW WHAT BRIANA I NEVER WANTED THINGS TO END LIKE THIS BUT I REALLY DONT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR CRAP RIGHT NOW SO GOODBYE AND DONT WAIT UP ON ME

--End of conversation--

Yes everything I said was true, I did love his and I always will no matter what I always will.
Right now I'm in my room packing a Nike duffle bag with clothes and a lot of other things. I don't know we're I'm going to go but I'm just packing a bag just in case I actually decide to leave. I might leave this week but I'm not sure.

Once I finished I started playing music while I laid down on my bed crying like I have been the pass couple of hours. The song Photograph by Ed Sheeran started playing (song on top)

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
We're our eyes are never closing
Out hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until out eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing that's with us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts are never broken
And times for ever frozen still

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me, that's ok baby
Only words bleed
Inside these pages
You just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
That's ok baby
Only words bleed
Inside these pages
You just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamp post back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home

By the end of the song I couldn't hear anything

Only my sobs.......

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