"So what do you think?" Shawn asks me , with a smile
"It's cool. I mean, of course it's cool it's your album. I really like it. From the lyrics to the music. I will probably fan girl over the album later " I say with a small laugh as I take my headphones off
"I like it too" Art says
"That's my boy" Shawn says , picking him up and hugging him
I love my boys
We have been in the studio all day, choosing which tracks will make it to the album and other things such as the title and the release date. I hadn't realised how stressful making an album is
The studio is filled with yawns and we know it's time to go home. Art is half asleep , resting his head on Shawn's shoulder. And Josiah, Shawn's friend and photographer gets the chance to capture that since to be honest it's actually really cute. I think he has been taking photos all day today. Probably they will include polaroids in the album
"So" Shawn says as we get in the car and he starts driving
"So" I repeat, not knowing what else to say. I know that I sound like an idiot 24/7
"I'm thinking of going at my parents' house tomorrow. " Shawn suggests
"Yeah that will be cool" I say and I just realized that I use the word ' cool ' way too much. I'm sure that I sound like an idiot
"They know about the divorce and they want to see you and Art and since you are in Canada that will be a good time to meet with each other " Shawn and I nod in agreement
"Yeah that's okay with me " I say and Shawn nods , giving me a small smile
The rest of the drive is actually pretty quiet. Just some random song playing at the background. After a few minutes, we reach Shawn's apartment. Shawn puts Art to sleep in his bed , as he did last night.
"Do you want to watch a movie ?" Shawn asks, sitting next to me as he reaches for the TV remote
"Not really" I say, looking at the ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in this room while Shawn Mendes is sitting next to me
"I know you will like this movie " Shawn says , while scrolling through the Netflix suggested movies
After what seems like an eternity, he finally picks a movie called ' Love , Simon ' starring Nick Robinson. At first , the movie is pretty cute and with all the story of Simon trying to find who Blue is. It's one of those romantic movies that you tell yourself that you won't cry.
And I end up crying like a baby, my head in Shawn's chest. I know that I probably look like a mess and my eyes are puffy and red. After the movie ends , I sit up , putting my legs on the sofa , wiping away my tears
"Do you need a tissue?" Shawn asks me with a sarcastic voice
"Oh shut up. I just need a blanket so I can wrap it up around Simon and tell him that everything's gonna be alright" I say.
How can a movie be the worst and the best at the same time?
"Anyways, do you remember our talk last night?" Shawn asks me , turning off the TV
"Yeah" I reply, reluctantly
I'm starting to think that Chloe is right; that she is the one that Shawn loves and I'm only the woman who gave birth to his kid.
"She texted me today, telling me that we should announce our break up. She said that she wants to move on with her life" Shawn says , looking down at the remote
He is hurt and that hurts my heart. All I do is give him a hug. I don't know why but I really think that he really needs one right now .
At first, he doesn't do anything but then I feel his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.
"Violet?" Shawn says , his voice low
"Yes?" I ask back
Shawn lifts his head and his lips are pressed against mine. Oh, there are the butterflies throwing a party in my stomach. I kiss him back , letting our lips move in sync.
"I really don't regret kissing you the other days. " Shawn says , breaking the kiss , before connecting his lips with mine again
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