Topped Charts |Book Three|

Chapter Nine

Kaitlyn's POV

Shawn was back in London for a little bit. He was mainly doing interviews and stuff but when he wasn't doing anything he was helping me pack. He was packing up the closet. He told me that I had to rest and drink some water. I reluctantly did what he told me. He was definitely treating me like I was fragile, but I guess I kind of was.

I stood up and started packing my makeup. The truck is coming tomorrow to pick up our stuff. We were flying out tomorrow too. Shawn wanted to make sure that I was safe in the flat before going back on the road.

"Kaitlyn Tiffany Hunt...Mendes. I told you to relax. I don't want you to pass out like you didn't when you went to LA."

"I didn't exactly pass out. I was just really really tired. I'll be fine. As long as you're right next to me I'll be able to sleep on the plane." Shawn sighed and side glared at me. I gave an innocent smile. He held his glare. "I've decided to go by Hunt on my albums but I want my legal name to be Kaitlyn Tiffany Hunt Mendes so people can just call me Kaitlyn Mendes." Shawn shook his head. My phone started ringing. I picked it up.

"Kaitlyn, I was just told that you had an interview scheduled for today in about 30 minuets. I'm sending you an Uber. It should be there in ten minutes," Alex said quickly. I jumped up and ran to get some decent clothes.

"Thanks I'll see you in a few." I hung up. I grabbed the shirt that Shawn was putting in a box. I went into the closet and got a pair of pants. I started changing.

"What's going on?" Shawn asked.

"Interview. 30 minuets." Shawn's eyes widened.

"Well do you need help with something?" I stuck my hand in front of my face and twisted my wrist. I walked over to the mirror and saw a full face of makeup.

"Shoes," I said.

Shawn walked over and grabbed me a pair of converse. He threw me some socks. I sat on the bed and bent down to put them on. I felt a cramp in my back, so I sat straight up and put my hand on my back. When it passed I bent down again, but I couldn't reach my feet. I groaned. Shawn ran over and started putting my socks on for me. He put my shoes on and tied them. I started crying.

"Whats wrong Kaitie?"

"I can't reach my toes," I whaled.

"Aw, hon. It'll be okay. I can help you."

"No you can't. You're just going to leave me and I'm not gonna be able to put my shoes on so I won't be able to go anywhere." Shawn lifted me up and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I would take you with me if I could, Kaitlyn. I swear I would. But you aren't supposed to be traveling a lot."

"Take me with you." Shawn quickly pulled away from me.

"What?"

"Take me with you."

"But-"

"I'll be fine. I don't want to be away from you."

"Kaitie..."

"I have to go. Please think about it." I grabbed his hand.

"I'll think about it." I smiled, grabbing his face and pulling it towards mine. He pecked my lips. I let go of his face and walked outside.