Chapter 16
Taylor's POV
When I got off the two-hour flight, I meet all the boys in the airport. Except Shawn. HE was missing from the group hug and the van. "Calm down, Taylor. His flight takes longer. He lives in Canada, remember?" Cameron told me. "Yeah, ok. It's his flight." I was scared that we might have left him at the airport.
When we got to the hotel, there was still no sign of Shawn. Even after getting situated with the room situation,(me alone), still no sign of Shawn. As the day rolled by, NO SIGN OF FREAKING SHAWN!! We still went to lunch, but made stops frequently at the airport to check. I was running and screaming like a maniac in that place. I checked in bathrooms, in stores, under tables and chairs. I broke out in tears more than enough times. In the bathroom, Starbucks, and a dinner.
When we couldn't find Shawn, we decided to try and call him. We didn't call earlier because the out of country prices were too high, but now we didn't care. Shawn was are best freind, and my boyfriend. I love him. If he was kidnapped, I wouldn't know what to do. Let's just say, Shawn has gotten us out of pretty bad situations. He's the little angel in the group. He keeps us in check. And without our little angel, all hell is gonna break loose.
Everyone has been in stupid arguments lately. Aaron, the second angel, tried to make peace but it wasn't working. It wasn't any better that he wasn't looking at any of our texts or calls. They all are pretty upset, but I think I'm the one hurt mostly. They still don't know about our relationship, but I'll tell them when the time is right. Now is not the time.
Shawn's POV
I had 200 missed calls, 113 texts, and 160 voicemails when I got out of my one hour shower. I was getting them even before I got in the shower. They just kept piling up. I decided to check them because it was getting on my nerves. 150 of the missed calls were from Taylor, and so were 98 of the texts and 120 of the voicemails. I decided to read the texts first.
Taylor's consisted of 'Call me', 'SHAWN WHERE ARE U', 'Babe pick up your phone', and so on. The others texts were just like 'where are you bro Taylor's going crazy', 'dude pick up your phone'.
All the calls and texts stopped at seven thirty. It was eight thirty now. I would call or text Bart tomorrow to tell him whats going on. I didn't want to call any of the boys because they would all start yelling about how worried they were, where have I been, where was I, and acting like they were my mother. I didn't want to listen to the voicemails either, because my eardrums would probably explode. My best bet right now is to go to sleep.
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Hey guys. I'm gonna start updating the stories on different days, because my mama is always on my phone because her's doesn't work. Tell me what pattern to go in and I'll start that pattern tomorrow, ok? The reason I didn't publish this yesterday is because my mama was using my phone all day and I couldn't get on the computer either. Bye!
