Hate is a strong word

Chapter 9

I woke up to my alarm clock, which meant I had to go to work. I sighed, reaching over when I felt a pair of strong arms around my waist. 

Crap. 

I remembered last night, and how exhausted he must be. Seeing he took the pills, he should be fine, but still tired. I decided to do one more nice deed before I go back to hating him. I got up and made him breakfast. 

I go ready before making my way into the kitchen to make some biscuits. He ate all the cake, so I put the container in the sink and loaded the dishwasher. I felt bad for making all the noise, but he had to wake up sooner or later. 

I had just taken the biscuits out of the oven when I heard footsteps, followed by a towering figure in the doorway. He rubbed his eyes, which were a little bloodshot, and looked around.

"Where am I? What happened?" I placed some biscuits on a plate and handed them to him, before fixing him some coffee. 

"You disappeared after work yesterday, causing Felicity to freak, so first you should probably apologize. She came and asked if I had seen you, which I hadn't, and asked me to keep a lookout for you. Two hours later, you show up and my doorstep completely drunk claiming that you are scared of the dark and eating all my cake." I didn't go into detail about the scared of the dark thing, mostly for my sake of course. He frowned, glancing at the biscuits before picking one up and examining it.

"You don't happen to have any muffins, do you?" 

I glare at him. Seriously, no thank you? Just hating on my biscuits? Fine. I see how it is. 

"No, I don't. And your welcome, by the way. Now if you'll excuse me, Felicity should be here any second now to take you home." Just as I finished my sentence, the doorbell rang. I walked to the front door, opening it to see a flustered Felicity.

"Where is he? He is in sooooo much trouble." I happily stepped aside and gestured to the kitchen. She forced a smile and stormed into the kitchen. I followed her, anxious to see how this ended.

"Where were you last night?! You had us worried sick! You have a reputation to uphold, and now you're going around getting drunk? You can't do this, Shawn!" She put her hands on her hips, going into her mother mode I had gotten used to in the last several days.  

He didn't reply, just sat there and ignored her. This even got me mad, so I didn't blame her when she practically dragged him by his ear out to the awaiting taxi. She thanked me again for my help, which I replied with a simple anytime, and took Shawn home. Finally.

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Shawn's P.O.V

"What was that for?!" I snapped at Felicity. She gave me a 'you are so dumb' look and crossed her arms over her chest. She scoffed before giving me the speech she had probably practiced giving me when she finally found me. 

"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes don't you dare ask me what that was for. You have a reputation on the line, your whole career for crying out loud! You are about the release an album in a few weeks, so everyone is watching your every move. If the boss finds out you got drunk and slept and your co-worker's house, they'll be hysterical! You might as well say goodbye to your dream because they way you are behaving is ridiculous."

Satisfied with her speech, she slumped back into the seat and began to make a few phone calls, leaving me with my thoughts. 

She was right. I will never admit it out loud, but she is one hundred percent right. I am so stupid. I have to admit, I have feelings for Rebecca, but it seems as if I am destined to lose this fight. I try to compliment her in the elevator and she ignores me, I get her coffee and spill it all over her, and when she tries to apologize, I shoo her away before realizing what I had done. 

Stupid!

I am so used to getting any girl I want, I was shocked when Rebecca was so difficult. So, I went and had myslef a little pity-party and now I will have to face the consequinces. 

Rebecca will probably hate me, and my reputation could be ruined. Joyful.

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So I thought I would do Shawn's P.O.V., just so you guys could see his side of the story. I will try to do that more often, but Rebecca's P.O.V. is still the main point of view. Only 16 days till his album comes out!

-Hannah xoxo