Trust me | shawmila

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Camila's POV

"That was the night you beat the shit out of Joey Peters. I wish I could have seen it." I laugh softly and smile as I stayed close to him.
"Yeah, well, he deserved it for making my best friend cry." He said with a chuckle. "I think I had a lot more fun that night with you at the house though. We danced, ate junk food, made some brownies, then sat on our asses in our nice clothes and watched movies all night. It was perfect."
"Yeah, it was." I said softly, smiling until I remembered what happened shortly after that night when he took off. The song ended and I looked up at him, about to ask him why he left but I was interrupted when someone announced that they were going to cut the cake now. "We better get over there."
I pulled away from him then walked over to the group of people surrounding the cake table, leaving Shawn standing where I left him as I watched the newlyweds cut their cake. I laughed softly as they shoved it in each other's faces. They were seriously perfect for each other and I felt so happy for them, though part of me was envious of the love they had and I wished I could have the same thing.
The rest of the night ended up being quite a bit of fun after I got a couple more drinks in me. I danced with some of the groomsmen who were looking for someone to dance with and enjoyed myself, though when I was about to get one of them to get me another drink Shawn stepped in and pulled me away from him. I pouted and reluctantly went with him, too drunk to fight back.
"Hey, I was getting somewhere with him." I huffed.
"You were getting nowhere, Mila. Especially not with him." He said as he led me over to where Jenna and Jason were. "I'm taking her home. You two have fun alright?"
"Good idea. Mila, I love you, but you're so drunk." Jenna giggled as she looked at me. "Thank you so much for today. I'll call you tomorrow okay?"
I pouted a little, but nodded and gave her a hug.
"Have fun on your honeymoon." I said to them, giving Jason a hug as well before allowing Shawn to drive me back home. On the way there I kept thinking about what happened the last time he drove me home drunk but frowned a little, knowing that it could never happen again. When we arrived at the apartment building he helped me up the stairs to my floor then I gave him my keys so he could get in, knowing that I definitely couldn't see straight enough to open the doors myself. As soon as he let us in he started to lead me to my room but I stopped him and shook my head.
"I can do it on my own. You can stay if you want, but you're not coming in my room again." I said as I pulled away from him then walked towards my room, shutting the door behind me. I let out a deep sigh then walked over to my closet, somehow managing to change into pajamas without any help. Once I finished I lie down in bed, sighing softly because I knew that I would be feeling awful in the morning but at least I wouldn't be in bed with my best friend.
I dozed off for a while until halfway through the night when I woke up feeling the overwhelming urge to throw up, which sent me running for the bathroom. Shawn must not have been sleeping or he just woke up because he was at my side a moment later, holding my hair for me and rubbing my back as I emptied my stomach into the toilet. When I finally finished I just leaned into him a bit, feeling absolutely miserable.
"Remind me to never drink again." I mumbled, closing my eyes and just feeling exhausted from the long day I had.
"I will, love. Come on. I'll get you back to bed." He said softly as he helped me up. I brushed my teeth and rinsed it out so my breath didn't smell like vomit anymore, then allowed him to take me back to my room and help me into bed. He left for a few minutes then came back with some water and Advil to help with the headache that was coming on.
"Thanks." I mumbled, taking the advil and drinking the water down to help with the hangover.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked as he grabbed the glass, intending on leaving but I grabbed his hand then looked up at him.
"Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?" I asked softly.
He looked at me for a moment then nodded, setting the glass and lying down beside me. I cuddled into his chest and closed my eyes, having missed the feeling of him lying beside me like this.
"Why did you leave?" I asked after a long moment.
I heard him let out a small sigh and felt him gently play with my hair as he held me.
"I was scared.I realized what it could mean and I was scared of messing up and hurting you but I guess I did that anyway." He said quietly. "If I could take it back I would. I don't regret that night, Camila. I never have."
My eyes watered as I listened to him, feeling like a ton of weight was lifted off my shoulders now that I knew it wasn't my fault he left or something I did. It had been bothering me for a long time and now that I knew the truth I felt so much better. I sniffled a bit and hugged him tighter, my arms staying wrapped around his torso as I nuzzled my face into his neck.
"Thank you." I whispered, knowing he probably didn't understand why I was thanking him but I needed to anyway.
I felt his lips touch my forehead for a moment, my eyes closing as I finally relaxed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Shawn's POV
I woke up before Shawn did the next morning and I watched her sleep for a little while, thinking about what happened last night. She seemed so relieved when I told her that I left because I was scared of messing up. Did she think it was her fault all this time? My heart ached at the thought and I carefully got up then went into the kitchen to make her some coffee, but had no idea how to work the stupid machine so I ended up just heading out to get some.
When I returned I saw her sitting up in the bed, looking like she was about to cry.
"I thought you left." She said quietly, her voice sounded so vulnerable and I immediately went over to hug her.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I was actually going to make you some coffee, but I couldn't figure out how to work your coffee machine so I just went out to get some. I would never leave you like that again. Ever." I assured her as I kissed her head, keeping her close until she was ready to pull away.
It took a little while but she finally pulled back and I noticed that she still seemed a bit upset.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Not really. I'm pissed at myself for making such a big deal out of this but I can't help it. Everyone always ends up leaving me. You left, Jenna and Jason are moving to Manchester next month, and my parents are never around for me."
She looked down at her lap and I could tell she was fighting back tears. I frowned and lifted her chin, gently wiping a few stray tears away.
"You have me and I'm not going anywhere." I promised her.
"But you are. You're going to New York for who knows how long and you live in London which is three hours away. I can't make that drive all the time." She said.
"So come with me. Come with me to New York and when we get back we'll find you a place in London. You've always wanted to get out of this town and make something of yourself. Now is your chance." I said as I held her hands in mine.
"I can't just up and leave, Shawn. I have photoshoots scheduled with people here and I don't think I can do it on my own." She sniffled.
"You won't be alone, Camila. You'll have me." I assured her. "Just think about it. If you don't decide to come to New York with me then you can come to London for a few days when I get back and see how you like it."
She looked at me for a moment as if she was trying to figure out if I was just saying things, but I was being completely honest. I wanted her there with me and the more time I spent with her the more I realized how much I missed her. There was always something missing in my life and it was coming home that made me realize that what I was missing was her.
"Just think about it. I leave tomorrow night and I'll be at my mums so if you decide to come with then go there. She also has my London address so you can get that from her if you want to wait until I'm back." I explained to her.
She nodded slightly and I felt relieved that she would at least consider it. I grabbed the coffee that I had set down on the nightstand then handed it to her.
"I hope you still like coffee with your sugar." I teased gently, getting a small laugh from her which made me happy.
"I do. Thank you." She said softly as she sipped on the drink.
"I don't have to be at my mums until noon so what do you want to do? You're welcome to come with by the way. My mum would love to see you." I said, only then realizing that my hand was still in hers but I made no effort to move it.
"I might take you up on that. Depending on how I feel by then." She said and I nodded.
"So lazy morning it is then." I said as I laid back on the bed with my head in her lap and her hand still in mine.
My eyes closed but I could feel her smile as she pulled her hand from mine to gently run her fingers through my hair. I hum softly in approval, loving the feeling of her nails gently moving over my scalp. It usually bothered me when other people touched my hair, but for some reason she did it a certain way that felt amazing.
"I missed you." I murmured after a moment, opening my eyes to look at her.
"I missed you, too, Mendes."