The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)

Chapter 7

A text from Shawn comes in moments after. I expected something sweet and supportive but all I got was "we need to talk."

Text conversation

Me: sure. About what?

Shawn: twitter

Me: ok. Meet outside in the front yard?

Shawn: k.

I wait outside patiently while my heart aches from his last text message. His front door opens and out walks a fabulous Shawn wearing pajama pants and, for a change, a tank top. He. Looked. Hot. But that's not the point. The point was that twitter would soon soon ruin our relationship and he seemed very hurt.

"Shawn I-"

"Let me talk first. Please." His tone was annoyed.

"I'm extremely sorry that I got you into this mess. I shouldn't have PDA'd. I should've known the fans wouldn't like the fact of me not introducing you. I also should've known that this all would happen. I'm sorry, Teagan. I really am. I understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

He begins to walk back towards his home.

"Shawn, please wait. Please."

He turns to stare at me, teary eyed.

"Shawn I'm not hurt by it. I want to still see you. This isn't your fault please."

He blinks a few times before taking three steps at a time to get close to me.

"You're sure?" He holds my face in between his gigantic hands.

"Shawn I'm deciding between talking to you and not talking to you. Not deciding about sex. Yes I'm sure!"

His laugh lets me know his mind is still with me and he kisses me goodnight.

"Oh and Teagan?"

I turn to face him.

"Stay off twitter for awhile ok?"

I smile knowing he cares and slightly nod walking back into the small area which I had uprooted my life to go to.

A/N

Ok so evidently my last chapter had too much of a cliff hanger and I got yelled at for it. So this is the last update for the night just so we end on a happy note.

You ughabugs need to start voting and commenting so I know if my writing is what you like to read. (: