Bad Reputation | S.M.

Chapter 70

I slept at for at least two hours last night, tossing and turning, thinking abut the photos. It was hard to believe that someone had sent them to me, especially to my house, the place I though I was safe in. I have no idea what to do. 

I tell Shawn, maybe he'll understand, but that's risking it. I know he said I could tell him everything, but this, it's too far.

The pictures get out, there goes everything. He won't ever trust me again. 

I hide them and hope to God whoever has them does not send them out. 

All of the choices seemed unreasonable. I sighed, watching the sun come up through the window. I got up slowly, taking my phone in my hands to check the time to see it was about six in the morning. I stood up, trying not to make so much noise, and walked over to my book case, taking out the book I had placed he pictures in. 

I looked at each and every one of them, trying to find some sort of clue that could tell me who sent them to me. I looked at one of the pictures of me passed out on a bed with no top on, I groaned, flipping it around to see a smiley face. Someone has to be fucking with me. I checked the picture, trying to see if anyone I knew was in it. 

It was useless. I put the pictures back, heading downstairs to sit on the couch and wrap myself in my blanket. I didn't want to hurt Shawn, he's the light in my life. I can't tell him, it would destroy him. I sighed, laying down on the couch and texting Shawn. 

Me: thinking about you, I hope you have a good day, love you. 

I clicked out of the messages app to meet with the picture of Shawn and I the night we had our date night. I smiled, turning off my phone and sleeping for a bit before being woken up by someone knocking on the door. I groaned, furrowing my eyebrows and stretching my body out. I kept the blanket wrapped around my body and walked to the door, unlocking it, and opening it to reveal Shawn with his hands in his pockets. 

I smiled, walking into his arms and wrapping the blanket around us as I hugged him. 

"Hey baby." He whispered and kissed the top of my head. 

"Hi." I looked up as he looked down at me. I placed a soft kiss on his lips, not wanting to stop. I could feel him smiling as we kissed and I pulled back. "It's been one week and I missed you so much." 

"I did too." He said and we walked inside, closing the door behind us. "I just came to tell you I'm alive, I have to leave soon though, more meetings." 

"Why." I groaned and laid down on the couch as he chuckled. He laid down next to me, his tall body barely fitting into the couch. I wrapped him in my blanket, bringing us closer together as he  wrapped his arm around my waist. 

"I'm recording half of the album and there's a lot to go over." He sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I promise we will have another date night soon." 

"Even if it's just sitting on the couch and watching The Notebook in our pajamas." 

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and I giggled. 

"Are you okay?" I asked him as he looked down and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm alright, just tired, stressed mostly." He slightly smiled. I could tell he was tired. I ran my thumb across his face, looking at the bags under his eyes. 

"Talk to me, I want to know about your week." 

"Well, it was mostly meetings back to back when the meetings were over I would race over to the studio where I am most of the time. Singing, fixing some songs. We're recording a music video soon which will take a whole day."