boundaries [s.m]

chapter eight

If love be rough with you, be rough with love - Shakespeare, via Mercutio
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shawns face furrows with confusion, as the highly emotional girl runs out of the car, straight into the lobby, and speeding to the elevators. he dodged people around him, trying desperately to follow his girlfriend, but sadly the elevator doors shut, and he was left with a heavy heart.

what did he do?

he paced around, waiting for the next elevator, completely and utterly worried, not wanting to be at risk of a breakup from the one he truly loves more than anything else in the world. you could perhaps say his love was selfish, and conceited, but still passionate, and brimmed with endearment. shawn wanted aria, he longed for her. not lustfully, more lovingly, but he craved her. she was the happiness he needed to breathe.

finally, he got into an elevator, and took the slow journey up to his floor, trudging his feet along the carpet, before stopping outside his and her hotel room door.

he felt the handle, which still felt warm, probably from her touch as she debated to stay in this room, or to see if the hotel had any spare rooms. he sighs, placing his card on the reader, letting him unlock the door, revealing a sense of eerie light.

strange. it was nothing. it was a silence, too quiet to even be considered peaceful. but he heard her heavy breathing. he heard her cries, and that seemed to be the only think jumping around in his mind. his heart ached, as he silently crept through the room, resting his back on the locked bathroom door.

"aria," he says gently, his knuckles pressed against the white wood. "do you really want me to book you a flight back home?"

she bit her lip anxiously, leaning against the other side of the door, letting a small sigh tumble out of her lips. "n-no," she whispers, wiping away her tears.

"are you coming to bed?"

"yeah."

"okay. i'll sleep on the couch."

aria sighs, unlocking the door with a click, making shawns heart jump. he stands up straight from the door, turning to face it instead. "a-aria?" the door opens, but she doesn't move it further. "what did i do?"

"please, shawn," she whispers, her throat completely swollen, as the tears build up again. "if i'm not good enough for you, just end it. i don't want to go through the pain of you using other girls-"

"wait, what?" shawn asks, utterly confused, as he swings the door open, revealing his stressed, and broken girlfriend.

"don't act clueless, please don't," she begs, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"i'm not acting though, why do you think i've been using other girls? which i would never, by the way," he says, slighting offended that aria would ever think that. "who said something to you?"

"brian," she whispers, looking down at the floor.

"so you're gonna listen to the guy who called you a slut? wow, you definitely are a straight A student," he scoffs, shaking his head, and walking into the hotel room. "i swear to fucking god, what made you want to believe him? no, what made you even remotely think that anything he says to you would be the truth? this is the guy who has freaking wanted to hook up with my fans!"

aria hangs her head low, as she sighs again, walking back into the bathroom, pulling her jeans off, and replacing her current shirt for one of shawns old white button ups. she walks out, making shawn immediately look at her.

"are you pissed at me?" she asks, folding her arms. "because if you are-"

"i'm not pissed at you," he says.