Will you catch me when I fall? (Shawn mendes)

Chapter 7: filler

Shawn P.O.V

I held her in my arms. To her, this probably meant nothing more than sympathy. But it's not, ever since she came back to school after the accident, all I wanted to do was help her, in some way. But being in elementary school at the time, there wasn't much I could do.

So now was my chance. I will help Amara Young.

Amara P.O.V

While wrapped up in Shawns arms, I felt safer than I have in months, maybe even years.

After a bit, we pulled apart. He glanced at me, and then his feet.

"Well... I'm going to bring your stuff to the guest room, come with, I'll show you around." Shawn said while gathering my tattered bag into his arms.

He led the way with long, confident strides, and I trudged behind, my feet heavy. While we toured the house, he spoke the majority of the time, I only gave small nods. This experience was new to me. I had never been to a friends house. Heck, I didn't even have friends, so I had no clue what to do while shawn showed me around.

This situation was a chance. A chance to have a new life, a chance to release the horrors of my past, and move on.

"So I think we should get working on our project, what do you think?" shawn stated once we got settled in his room.

I nodded, and pulled my history book out of my worn out backpack. We had to do a project on the pyramids. It wasn't thrilling, but it was enough to keep us awake.

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"Thank you mrs. mendes." I muttered as I finished my plate of eggs and bacon. shawn was now shoveling in another serving.

"You're welcome sweetheart." she replied while giving me a look of symapathy.

After shawn finished, he grabbed my wrist, said goodbye to his mom, and dragged me out to his jeep that was parked in the driveway.

The ride to school was silent, and not the good kind. The air was thin, grasping for something to be said, but me being the person I am, had nothing to fill the space.

All I could do was look down at myself. I was wearing the same wrinkled jeans as yesterday, and an oversized sweater, topped off with my worn out sneakers. I sighed. I was not the girl to wear high waisted shorts, and crop tops. Even of I had the money for those clothes, I was far to scrawny. being underfed for most of my life was just the icing on the cake.

"We're here" shawn said, while he turned in his seat and looked at me. I stared at my hands, which were neatly folded in my lap.

"Hey," he whispered while lifting my chin up with two fingers "it gonna be okay. I will be with you every step of the way." He grabbed my hand and helped me out of my seat.

You can imagine the faces of the student body, as shawn mendes, and the grudge (like my nickname for myself?) walked into school, hand in hand.