We Met On The Road To Recovery

12.

Faith Elizabeth
I was shaken from talking to Charles. I didn't understand how he found me or what the hell he was doing.
But I didn't have time to think about what he had said, I had to get ready.

"Are you going to be ok?" Mum asked as I straightened my hair.
"Probably" I shrugged, picking out another section of hair.
"Probably isn't good enough. I need to know that he's going to keep you safe and not just abandon you again" Mum sighed and slumped down on the bed.
"He never abandoned me" I scoffed.
I notice mum roll her eyes and i shrugged my shoulders.
"Faith Elizabeth get your head out of your arse. He abandoned you!" Mum exclaimed and her words sent a shiver through me, and I knew that she had noticed, "However if you feel he's really changed then go. Have a good time. God knows you deserve it" she smiled, but the smile was more sad then happy for me.
I knew deep down that mum was right I should just stay here and not go out with Shawn. Deep down I knew that it would bring me more trouble than it would good. But I had to know. I had to know if there was any possibility that me and Shawn could be together again. I had to know if there was any feelings still there between us.

I slipped on a pair of white jeans and tucked a black jumper into the waistband. I put on my back Vans and ran my fingers through my hair one last time before turning to my mum.
"Go. Have fun. I can come and get you if you need me" She sighed and hugged my shoulders.
I grabbed my phone and purse before walking out of the hotel room.
I checked my phone and there was no message from Shawn so I sighed with relief and made my way to the small restaurant right in the centre of the city.

It was beautiful.
I entered the restaurant lobby and soft music was playing. I grabbed the handle of my bag in my now sweaty hands and took a deep breath in and out.
The place was very elegant and I felt out of place being there.
"Can I help you?" A smiling woman asked as she stepped infront of me.
"I'm meeting someone here? A Mr Mendes?" I asked and she nodded.
"He's not here just yet but I can take you to your table?" She asked and it was my turn to nod.

We walked through countless tables to a small table in the back of the restaurant. It was slightly more secluded and I knew that Shawn most likely chose this table.
"I'll bring him through when he arrives" the woman said and I smiled.
"Thank you"
As she walked away I started to feel more anxious. Shawn was almost never late. I looked around and cuddled more into my jumper. I felt everyone was looking at me. Sat alone. On my own.

As my second drink was brought to my table the waiter gave me an apologetic look. It had been half an hour and he still hadn't shown. I was close to tears as I downed my drink and payed.
I let the tears fall as I left the restaurant.
I stood outside with my head in my hands as I cried.
I saw cameras filming through my fingers and I knew I just had to make it back to the hotel alone.

Shawn Mendes
"Do you feel bad about not going?" Camila asked as I paced around the room.
"She's probably sat there alone. Because of me" I panicked.
I hated myself for doing it to her. But it was for my relationship.
"She's a big girl she can handle it" Camila said sipping from her glass.
"She's broken! Haven't you gathered that already?! And it's all because of me!" I yelled and grabbed my coat before leaving the hotel.

I walked down the hallway and just by a sick twist of fate her mother left her room just as I walked past.
"Oh Shawn if Faith with you?" She asked with a smile.
I had to tell her the truth. I couldn't keep it from her.
"I never went. I'm so sorry Fran." I panicked.
"You're telling me she got all done up just to sit in a restaurant on her own?! Are you fucking kidding me?! After this trip you're never seeing her again" Fran threatened and I didn't blame her.
"I'm so sorry I thought I was saving my relationship with Camila. I'm so sorry. Is she in the room?" I asked.
"She's not come home." She said and the panic rose to fill my heart.
"Shit" I sighed before running away, down the stairs and out of the hotel.

I raced down to the restaurant I had told her to meet me at, in a hope that perhaps she hadn't left yet.
A nagging in my head told me I was being naive to think that she would stay.
I went up to a waiter and asked about her.
Not that I knew what she was wearing.
"You stood her up! She was so upset. That's a low move. Celebrity or not it's so wrong" the waiter told me and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
"She's not by any chance still here is she?" I asked and he scoffed.
"She left about an hour ago" he sighed before going back to his job.
I swore.
The city is so big.
I had no way of finding her.