Running Low - Shawn Mendes

Chapter 29: No Way

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January 5th. Shawn leaves in two days to continue his tour for another two more months. I don't know how I'm going to be able to be apart for him for this long. His touch, his scent, his attitude, just, everything continues to drive me even further down this hole of emotions, and I feel as if I'm too far down to climb out.

The grandfather clock we have in our living room struck five times. Five am.

"No wonder why I'm always so tired." I mumbled to myself, slamming one of my pillows onto my face, trying to block out all the thoughts running wild through my mind.

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies man I feel just like a rockstar

My phone vibrated loudly, blaring Post Malone throughout my entire room. Who the hell is calling me this early? Fearful of my parents hearing my ringtone I grabbed it before even looking at the caller id. Probably one of those eight hundred numbers.

"Hello?" I mumbled, attempting to rub the sleep from my eyes. A small chuckle through the phone immediately made my heart melt.

"Change into something comfortable and meet me downstairs in 5." And just like that, the line went dead. I couldn't help holding back a smile, knowing that I'd be able to Shawn within five minutes. Shit, five minutes.

"Shit." I cursed to my self, throwing my covers off of my bed before sprinting towards my closet in order to find something comfortable to wear. Wonder how comfortable he wants me to dress?

After about two minutes of deciding on a pair of grey leggings and a black Adidas hoodie, I made the small adventure to my bathroom, where I messily threw my hair up into a bun, a few strands framing my face. I applied some deodorant and some of my Victoria Secret Angel perfume before rushing back into my room, sliding on my black Adidas that matched my sweatshirt. Giving myself one last glance in my full length mirror, I grabbed my wallet and my phone, ready for whatever Shawn had in store for this early morning.

Trying to slowly sneak out so early without making a single sound is actually a lot harder than what I thought. I mean, I never had any practice sneaking out because, well no boy cared enough for me to do so. And the ones that did, Colton and Shawn scared them away.

First thing to overcome: Closing my door without making a single noise.

Never in my life have I ever opened a door so slowly, but, I succeeded in not making a noise.

Next step: Making it down the hall and past my parents room, without making a noise.

I took about three steps before the floor made literally the loudest creaking noise possible.

"Shit." I whispered inaudibly, moving my hands up quickly to stop myself from moving. I looked towards my parents door and saw that it wasn't opening so I think I was in the clear.

Finally the last step: Making it down the damn stairs.

By the time I finally made it downstairs it was way past the five minute mark. Eh, Shawn can deal with it I'm sure he's running a few minutes late anyways.

As I walked through the living room, lightly humming Popstar considering I just heard it from my ringtone, I heard a small creak from behind me. Shit. How am I gonna explain to mom that-