Teagan's POV
My head is pounding and my stomach hurts. I'm not sure of what happened last night nor would I like to find out. All I know is that I feel like shit.
I lay in bed with the shades pulled and the lights off. I have no motivation to do anything today.
I can hear the cellphone vibrating but I know who it is and I know we've been fighting and I'm just done with it.
There's noise in the kitchen signaling that my father is up and moving. I reach for the bottle that rests on my dresser full of aspirin and take one out. I inspect the pill for awhile spinning it round in my fingers. How could something so small envelope your body and have the power to kill you? I push the thoughts aside and down the pill hoping to kill my headache.
2 voicemails, 5 missed calls, and 7 text messages. Greeeaaaaaat...
I hold the device to my ear and listen in.".... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I caused you pain. I didn't mean to--"
"Teagan?" A voice breaks me out of my trance and I realize I'm in tears. My eyes search the dark room for the source of the noise to see a worried Shawn in the doorway.
I don't answer; I just wipe the various tears traveling down my face away with my sleeve.
"T.."
He gives up hoping that I'll answer him and sits down next to me on the bed.
"Are you ok, babe?" His voice is angelic and soft spoken.
"I thought we were fighting, Shawn. Why are you here?"
He looks taken back and his eyes grow wide.
"Last night we ended the fighting. I chased after you and held you for a decent 45 minutes until you calmed down. It was pouring rain and you kissed me. Hard. How can you say we're fighting?"
It was my turn for confusion but it didn't matter. I'd done it again. Knowing me, I'd pissed off more than just Shawn yesterday.
"I don't remember anything that happened. I have a beaming headache." I say trying to calm him down. All he does is sigh and move closer to me on the bed."It makes sense why you don't remember. You had a rough night."
"But tell me... What happened?" I whisper.
Shawn's POV:
She doesn't remember us making up. She doesn't remember speaking the words I'll never forget. She doesn't remember...
"My phone buzzed in my pocket after I finished performing last night and it was a message from you: this message."
I showed her my phone and she closed her eyes for a few seconds taking it in with a look of guilt.
"I sprinted to your house as fast as I could, I full out sprinted. And shit, it killed me!"
That caused her to chuckle a bit and bring a small heartwarming smile to her gorgeous lips.
"But Shawn, you don't run." By now she's having to cover her mouth with her hand in the adorable way she does to contain her laughter.
"I did for you. And you weren't at your house and Caleb was asking your dad where you were as if he knew but he didn't: I did. So I ran again to the park where I found you laying in a pile of tears and near unconsciousness. You could've gotten deathly sick and I'm pissed at you for doing that but you know I can't be mad at you. I love you."
When I looked over to see her beautiful eyes they were teary. A small smile was planted on her lips as she extended her arms and placed them around my neck: placing her head in my neck. I pulled away and she seemed startled but my intention wasn't that. I grabbed her fragile wrist with one hand and her fragile cheek with the other and gently kissed her. She broke her wrist free and placed her hands in my hair intertwining her fingers with my brown locks. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her as close as possible. I wanted to feel her heartbeat pounding out of her chest. I loved this fragile girl. Every scar, every tear, every fight: everything. She means everything to me."Teagan?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you more, Shawn. I love you more."
A/N
SURPRISE!!! I MISSED YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I've been through a lot in the past couple months but I'm back and that's all that matters. Well ughabugs I hope you like the chapter and I'll be updating soon. I love you guys!
~Veronica💙
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