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Imagine:
"So Valentine's Day is tomorrow," Shawn says casually through the phone.
I sigh. "I know, but you're not home."
He laughs. "That won't stop me from spoiling my girl."
"Shawwwn, I don't want anything. I just want you home."
"But I've got the awards tonight, so I'm not home until the weekend. Just look out for the post okay?"
"Shawn! How many times do I have to say this? I don't want anything else, I just want you home..." I try not to break down in tears.
"Where's Nash? Isn't he looking after you?"
I laugh. "He's probably doing a better job than you are! He's out at the moment with the others."
"Oh I see..." his voice drops to a whisper and there's silence on the other end.
"Shawn? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I, uh, I gotta go Y/n. I love you. Take care okay? I'll be home soon."
"I love you," I whisper, but he's already cut the line off.
I snuggle into bed and watch another episode of Scream Queens when my phone buzzes. It's Nash.
From Nash: I'm so sorry Y/n! I didn't know anything about it, I promise.
To Nash: What on earth are you on about?
From Nash: Have you not seen the pictures?
I leave him on read and shakily tap on the Instagram app. My heart beats fast. My account is already tagged in several pictures, but I'm not in them. Instead, it's another girl. No, it can't be, I think to myself. I read some of the captions that fan accounts have posted and they're all saying similar things. "Shawn and Camila... seen kissing... the SHIP IS REAL..."
I log onto to the awards site and watch it through, my phone buzzing throughout it. When the camera focuses on Shawn from time to time, I see Camila sat right next to him, and Andrew on the side. In one of the shots, she's leaning in to him and very close to him, and it breaks my heart. I pause the video, unable to watch anymore. My heart beats loudly in my head and is the only thing I can focus on.
I reach for my phone, my hands still shaking. Things start to get worse. I'm tagged in blurry videos and pictures of Shawn with someone else, a girl prettier than me, someone who actually gets Shawn unlike me because they're both singers. I start to cry as I scroll through the same videos, some people remembering I exist, others saying Shawn is better without me.
There's a knock on the door and I wipe my tears away, afraid that someone will see me like this. But who can it be this late at night?
I slowly get up from my bed and walk to the door. I peer through the eye-hole and see Nash. I pull open the door and he walks in, holding me in his arms.
"Shhhhh, it's okay. Stop crying!" He pulls away and looks at me and smiles. "You know you look better without the panda eyes right?"
I crack a small smile and lazily punch him in the arm. "Why are you here?"
"Um, the photos and stuff, duh? I wanted to check up on you. I knew you wouldn't answer my calls so..."
We walk over to the kitchen and I make us both some hot chocolate. I tie my hair back in a bun and sigh.
"Have you messaged Shawn?" Nash asks.
I shrug as I hand him a mug. "I only just saw the videos. I don't even know if he's seen them himself."
He laughs. "What do you think? He's probably too busy having fun... oh, I'm sorry Y/n! I didn't mean it like that."
I grip my mug handle so tight my knuckles turn white.
"Hey don't do that," Nash says, placing his warm hands over mine and loosening my grip. "If you want, I can stay the night and maybe we can try to talk to Shawn? I don't know how he will be but..."
I nod my head. "Sure."
We both spend an hour trying to contact Shawn, and Nash even tries messaging Camila, but she only reads his messages. I try calling Andrew but it goes straight to his voicemail.
"Come on Y/n, you should get some rest. I'm feeling pretty tired myself." He yawns and heads off to the bathroom.
I pray that Shawn picks up the phone as I'm left alone for a while. There's a small click and I'm connected to Shawn.
