Songwriter

Chapter Six

Destiny's POV

Andrew put Shawn's tour and album on a hold, much to his displeasure of course, but I told him that I would quit if he didn't. Shawn's mental health was quickly declining. He was having anxiety attacks and panic attacks daily, and had been given medication for it that wasn't working. Shawn's kids weren't hooked up to breathing machines anymore, but weren't in the clear yet. Melody and Kai looked just like Shawn, except they had Sydney's unmistakable blue eyes. They had thin whists of hair, but there was definitely hair. I would get wheeled in to see Shawn and his babies and Shawn would be singing to them. The ward had to be cleared of all fans while Shawn was visiting to keep from scaring the babies. Today was one of the days that I got to see the babies and Shawn, and as we approached the door I could hear Shawn singing while crying again. I asked that he and I get left alone with the babies. He was singing the duet we wrote.

(A/N: Both, Destiny,  Shawn)

Got a call,
Almost midnight
The rain dressed in your voice (Baby, don't cry)

A thousand miles
Just a wall (It's too far to call)
Baby girl, I'm never too far
We'll always find a way home

Baby, don't cry (It's hard to sleep at night)
Take a deep breath
Take my hand
Step into the light of day

Say goodbye to yesterday,
Let the past shut its door
You're/I'm just on the other side
This isn't goodbye

You are my home
I wish you/I were home

Listening to the rain,
It's drowning your voice (I'm drowning)
I'm almost home (when are you coming home?)
You are my home
Just let me come home
This isn't goodbye(Tell me this won't be goodbye)
Promise

Listening to the rain,
It's drowning your voice (I'm drowning)
I'm almost home (when are you coming home?)
You are my home
Just let me come home
This isn't goodbye(Tell me this won't be goodbye)
Promise

A thousand miles
Just a wall (It's too far to call)
Baby girl, I'm never too far
We'll always find a way home

It's just a storm
I'll hold on
I'll be strong

"Shawn, I need to tell you something." I start, surprising myself with my lack of stuttering. "I have a girlfriend. That man, he thought you were her." Shawn says out of the blue. "Wh-What...?" I ask, placing the baby in her incubator. "My girlfriend, her parents found out about us, about my being a dad. It didn't go well. She ran away from home, she wanted to come help me. She took a plane to LA to throw them off, and then she took a plane to Toronto before taking a cab to Pickering and meeting my parents at the mall where they drove her to my house." Shawn rambles, and I just listen. "The man that attacked you, that was her grandfather. He wasn't trying to attack you, he was trying to take you back to her house. They're trying to break us up. They don't believe that I don't want her for her body. Actually, I've never even seen her in a tank top, and that's okay with me. I'd prefer it to stay that way, at least until she's eighteen." He rambles, and I slap him. "What the hell, Destiny?" Shawn whisper yells, obviously pissed off. "You are twenty, Shawn. Do you not realize how illegal that is?" I snap, still surprised by my lack of stuttering. "She turns eighteen in two months." Shawn justifies, and I shake my head. "You're disgusting, Shawn Mendes." I say, signaling for the nurse to wheel me away. "Destiny, if you leave this room, you're fired as my songwriter." Shawn tells me, and I stop the nurse. "On what grounds?" I reason, and he pauses. "That's what I th-th-thought." I hiss back, and the nurse wheels me out. As soon as we were out of eye sight I began to cry. I was going to tell Shawn that I liked him, but now he can't know. I didn't think he was disgusting, I actually was jealous. I wanted Shawn, but who am I kidding? Who's going to pick the deaf girl? Definitely not an international pop star, that's for sure.

Shawn's POV

I watched as Destiny left. I was in love with her, I had been for months, but I was also in love with Tia. It didn't matter who I chose, both girls were illegal when I fell in love. Did that make me disgusting? Tia was barely seventeen, but Destiny was barely eighteen. My son and daughter's mom was barely eighteen. I could easily be charged as a sex offender right now. I had to talk to Tia. We had been together for six months, almost seven. I wipe my eyes, telling my babies goodbye before I left the hospital. I pulled up at my house, walking in to find that Tia had set the dinner table and made us chicken alfredo with garlic bread. She was sitting at the end of the table quietly, tears silently falling. I set my guitar down by the door, kicking off my shoes before I walk over and kiss her head as I ask her what was wrong. She jumped up and hugged me, and I stood up and held her close, holding her up by her waist. She wrapped her legs around my waist, crying. She told me she had been so worried, saying she didn't know when I would be back. She told me that there had been a huge car accident on the road, and a car that looked like mine had been flattened and they couldn't identify the driver or the license plate number. She told me that my phone kept going straight to voice mail, and that she was so worried about me. I stood there, holding this beautiful girl in my arms, letting her cry as I comforted her. When my arms began to grow tired I sat down with her in my lap. I knew it wasn't just about the car crash. There was a lot going through her mind. I slipped something out of my pocket, gently placing it in her hands. "A teddy bear?" She whispered, hugging it close. "My idea-" I cut her off with a kiss. "They loved it. Those little kids, I'd record it right in front of them. They'd have that forever." I confirmed, pulling out a little recording device and put it in the back of the bear. Tia squeezed it carefully, smiling as those four little words echoed throughout the house. "I love you, Tia."