Please don't fall (Shawmila)

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I relate to this tweet.

Shawn's POV

When Camila left for the promotion I stayed a bit in bed. Of course I was worried and a bit disappointed... with the girls. I could tell Camila was worried too, I felt it in the kiss she gave me. I hope she calls me later... with everything going on... but there still something she doesn't know about... and time is running...

I got out of bed at around 8 am, not feeling comfortable without her in the bed. I got ready and decided on going for a run in the park and also buy some things for Mila. Unfortunately she wasn't allowed to wear the touch bond bracelet but I would text her later. I made the bed, placing the bear with my shirt on her side. I had called an uber to take me to Central Park. I had on some sport sweats from nike and also a long-sleeved top from nike so I wouldn't be cold today, it was end of November... and that also reminded me of the girls tour which was about to start. I then got a notification that my uber was waiting. I grabbed my purse, my AirPods and my phone before leaving the room. In the living room were a lot of makeup bags from the stylist which had been here a few hours before. They would be coming hereto next few days to prepare the girls for promotion. I put on my sport sneakers and left, taking the elevator and exiting the building, walking to the uber which was waiting. I said a quick hello and the ride begun. I grabbed my phone and tapped on Mila's contact. I knew she was in the middle of the interview but I still wanted to give her a little encouragement. 'Hey baby, I hope everything is going well so far. I love you! Text me or call me if you need me.' Satisfied with my text, I clicked send and locked my phone but seconds later it vibrated again. I looked at the screen... a message from 'Sinu'. What? I tapped on the notification, opening the text. 'Hello Shawn, how are things? Are you two okay? Things over here are difficult and getting bad... have you talked to her? You know it's time... If you don't do it, I'm sorry but I will then... She needs to know... soon. Have a good day Shawn!' Oh god... time is running... oh god... how am I going to tell her? How will she react? Today? Tomorrow? I was... overthinking... I really need a run.

We arrived at Central Park, I payed, thanked the driver and  waited by the sidewalk to cross the street. As soon as I crossed the street, girls came running to my side, asking for picture. I took some, talked for a bit and the thanked me and left. I then walked to the park, putting in my airports and starting my run. I needed to let out some frustration. It was pretty empty today but that was probably because it was almost December and cold... and morning.

I was done with my run and siting on a bench, calming my breath. It was bow almost 10:30 am and I still didn't get a text from Camila. Well... she probably is busy right now. I stood up, crossing the street again, walking into a flower shop. I was buying flowers for her. I walked around the shop, choosing some sun flowers, her favorite. After I saw the roses Matthew had given her, I cringed, knowing she didn't really like them... it was just too cliche. I bought some sunflowers, a little bouquet with 5 flowers. I thanked the woman who had sold me the flowers and walked into a supermarket, deciding to buy some things for us today evening, knowing Mila would probably be... exhausted. I walked into the supermarket, picket out some sweets, chocolate and some gummy bears then I walked to the next isle, picking out a pack of bag quick rice and some chicken, knowing she likes it. I also picket out some bananas and went to the cashier to pay. Before calling an uber, I made a quick stop at Starbucks, buying a chocolate chip muffin for myself and a banana muffin for Camila. I also picked out a coffee for myself to drink while driving back home and wised outside fo my uber. While waiting I took some more pictures with some fans and entered the uber wit the bag of groceries. He drove me back to the apartment and when I finally entered the apartment, it was 12 pm. I don't know when they would be coming back from promoting today but think more towards the evening. I placed the groceries down on the table in Mila's room and went for a quick shower, taking of the sweaty clothes. I took a nice, warm shower, enjoying the warm water and and washing my body. I then dressed in some comfortable clothes and sat outside on the balcony floor with my phone, my guitar and some lyrics sheets. I was writing my next song. It was dedicated to Mila and called 'Fallin' all in you'. I was proud of the first verse and the chorus and just needed the bridge and another verse which I started writing.

Camila's POV

'UNKNOWN'(just now): Oh oh oh... what did I find out? You told your lover boy about this? ts ts ts... just wait, just wait.... something's on the way.

No... what else could be on the way? Everything that could possibly go wrong... is going wrong... I let out a shaky sigh, dropping my phone into my lap, closing my eyes and hoping to ease my anxiety.

"Camila! Let's go!" I heard Dinahs voice. I opened my eyes, stood up and followed the girls into the building.

We entered, were greeted, had a few minutes and then the interview started. Multiple questions were asked. It was a TV interview so there were Cameras everywhere. I sat at the end of the couch, quietly looking down, waiting for a question.... which never came. The girls answered everything and I was always cut off.

I got really anxious by the cameras filming us the whole time that I started sweating a bit. Out of anxiety I started biting my lip and anxiously rubbing my arms without anyone noticing... bad idea... but I didn't notice in that moment since I was too distracted. I was also lightly bouncing my leg up and down. I saw Lauren looking at me strangely and our publicist behind the camera telling me to behave. I tried, I really tried... but anxiety just makes you forget about everything. I continued bouncing my leg and now moving my hands down to nervously rub my thighs. I need to get out of here... I could feel the anxiety getting worse by the second but I also knew I needed to try and stay subtle. So I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "Camila. What do you think?" I was suddenly asked, my eyes quickly opening again. I hadn't been paying attention. "Ehm... I-" "Yeah, I think she agrees with us, right Camila?" Dinah answered, giving me a stern look. "Y- Yeah, I d-do." I stuttered nervously, not daring to look over at my publicist so I looked down at my legs.

After another 10 minutes of me trying to calm my anxiety, the interview ended, finally. We were dismissed and walked into our dressing room. I sat down on the couch, waiting for our car to arrive and take us home. The door opened and I looked up, hoping it would be one of our drivers but was met with the angry eyes of our publicist. "Camila! Come here right now." She said sternly, making everyone look at me, not helping my anxiety at all. I stood up with shaky legs and heavy breathing, following her to the next room.

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Oh no....

Like I said in my other story...
Sorry for still being inactive....
last night was literally a nightmare but I am trying to update!