Roses ➳ Shawn Mendes [2] ✓

Chapter 30

| Signe |

It was unbelievable how many times the ginger and Blake had fought just that day, poor Eva being caught in the middle of the storm various times. Signe wasn't exactly mad at Blake for doing what did, yet she was annoyed and confused. Why all of the sudden he became all friendly with Shawn again? She didn't seem to understand what had changed and although in a way it was good to see Blake had gotten his best friend back, it didn't erase the fact Shawn hadn't given two craps about him while he was away. At the moment, Signe and Blake were arguing again about how she didn't want to join them in the designated place for Shawn's family and friends and preferred to be backstage, away from all the eyes.

"No, you're going to sit down with us and that's final!" Blake protested as he tried to grab her arm, his movement being dodged by the girl.

"I don't take orders from you!" Signe growled, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He couldn't force her to do what she didn't want to. He had gotten lucky with bringing her from Toronto to Miami, but she could be sure he wouldn't win this time. There was no way she was going to show up in the concert.

"Oh my God..." The blond boy groaned, shifting unquietly in his place. "Just when I think this couldn't any more childish."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means is time for you two to shut the fuck up and go because Charlie Puth is almost finishing his opening act." Eva claimed as she approached the two, put her arm around Blake's waist and leaned her head on his arm.

"You heard the lady." Blake grinned triumphantly as Signe cursed him mentally. 

As expected, as soon as Shawn's fans saw her they went nuts, screaming things like 'Oh my God, are they a couple again?' and many others and although they weren't mean she slowed down, unsure if she was able to keep going until she felt someone putting their arm around her shoulders. She looked up and saw Niall Horan who smiled at her and winked. That wasn't how she expected to ever meet Niall, she always thought it would be a concert of his and not in the day where her bad mood was reigning and she was forced to go to Shawn's concert. The girl smiled at him weakly, unsure of what to say and what to do. They just kept walking silently until they got to their seats. Eventually, the crowd calmed down a little as they waited for Shawn expectantly, Signe's heart beating faster, she was about to see Shawn for the first time in a while.

He walked up to the stage, wearing his usual black jeans, black shoes, and a flannel. His hair was longer, more curly and even from afar the ginger was able to understand the boy wasn't exactly well rested. Despite being hurt, all she wanted to do was run towards him and hug him tight. It would be lying if she said she hadn't missed him. When their eyes met, she felt her heart squeezing inside her ribcage and for a moment she wasn't sure she was breathing. Hell, she wasn't sure what was the reality anymore. As soon as their eyes met it was if they were standing in an empty arena, just the two of them, far away from each other, practically begging each other to come back. Then, Signe diverted her eyes to her hands, trying to fight the urge of getting up and close the space between them. No, you can't. She told herself. First of all, you're still mad and second, there's no way this will work again.

It all seemed pointless now, she didn't believe in her words. She was hurt and that wouldn't go away, but she was no longer mad. Just hurt.

In a matter of seconds, Shawn began singing, his voice filling the arena mixing with thousand other voices creating the most beautiful harmony it could ever be heard. The ginger had missed the sound of his voice and fought against the urge of closing her eyes, lie back and enjoy it again. As she tried to distract herself from her impulses, she noticed most fans in the crowd had brought roses. She rose an eyebrow trying to understand why so many people would bring roses to the concert, yet she decided to brush the thought off. It was a simple gesture of love.