Chapter 7

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Hailee's POV.

Dear Ivy

So a lot have happened the last couple of days and I'm not sure I can put everything down on writing. I have had so many thoughts, so many nightmares. But most important so many pictures of him in my head.

Shawn and I went to the park to take the last couple of pictures when he started running. Apparently some of his fan girls had spotted him and was following us. I thought it was funny and I think he did too. But here comes the part there makes me cringe every time I replay it in my mind. We stood close to each other. Our hideout was behind a tree and we stood chest to chest. The Adrenalin from the run was wearing off and I noticed everything. His smell, his warmth, his breath mixing with mine and his eyes. He was looking directly at my mouth and I could feel him come closer. It all just reminded me of that night so I got scared. Thankfully Shawn jerked away from me before he got any closer. I wasn't scared of Shawn the same way I was of him but the whole thing just made my nightmares come out at day too and I couldn't handle that. One thing is that they haunt me at night, I don't want them to haunt me at day either.

After that did I say the most awkward thing I could. It was my babbling and my nerves there were talking. Anyway I told him he was hot. Hot! Of all words I could have chosen that was the one there got out. Sometimes I wish my brain could shut down before the words came out. Of course Shawn noticed it before I could save it so he came close to me again. Not as close as before; before he commented on it.... I didn't answer him, I didn't know what to say. Instead he just took my hand and dragged me out of our hideout and into our destination which was super close apparently.

I got some really good photos of him. I don't like the first I took of him with the whole 'bad boy' style. Or it's not because I don't like it, it's just not him. My favorite photos are from the park of course and I have used the whole day on editing them. There is specially one I like more than the others. Shawn had been playing one of his songs "hold on" I think it's called. He was so serious while he played it, I didn't even take so many photos of him I just looked at him while he was playing. I couldn't take my eyes away, the song was so beautiful and deep. But when he was done and I just sat in awe he looked up and just said one word. "Hot". I blushed and he smiled the biggest smile of all time. I snapped a quick photo before he started laughing at me. And that's the picture I keep showing in my mind when I think of him. Which I only do all the time.

Shawn's manager called and asked where he was. I could hear some yelling on the phone, the manager was mad about Shawn ditching his driver and everybody was looking for him (ups). He apologized and said he needed to go. He took my hand and made sure I got a taxi home before he left me. We didn't hug, exchange emails or phone numbers. All he left me was a bunch of memories and unsolved feelings. I know it's silly. I known him for what? A couple of hours? And here I am obsessing over him just like last time when I didn't even knew his name. I can't explain it but I feel like there is something between us, something there just won't go away. But I'm not ready for it and somehow I know that what ever there is between us will be serious if we act on it. The good news is that Shawn haven't contacted me so I don't need to worry about it getting anywhere, the bad news is Shawn haven't contacted me. I can't really contact him since I don't have any of his informations and I can't get it from the bureau since it's against the rules to contact the clients unless the clients give us the info.

The other bad news is that I have had more nightmares the last couple of days than I have had in a year and a half. I can't explain why it's gotten worse but I want it to stop. If it continues this way then I can't work I can't do anything. I can't even sleep. I'm running of ideas, I hate sleeping pills but maybe that's the answer until they are gone again.

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