You and Me, Forever

Tired

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The whole place is completely dark as Camila walks in, placing the keys she got from Shawn only a few weeks ago to the small cabinet near the front door. The gigantic windows that always light up his home are now completely covered by the blinds, not letting in any of the sparkling glow of the beautiful night city outside. She leaves her shoes in the hallway along with her coat and bag before slowly making her way to his bedroom in the dark.

He hasn't answered the phone in twelve hours and Teddy said he looked distressed and very out of focus when they parted their ways at the studio's building. It all made Camila worried about him and decided it's better to check up on him, knowing well sometimes things crash down on him at once, bringing him nothing but anxiety and restlessness. He would never say a word about it, but she knows he needs someone to rely on in these times and she would feel like the worst girlfriend if she weren't there for him when he needs her the most.

The door to his bedroom is slightly open, Camila gently pushes on it walking in. Her eyes slowly adjust to the lack of light and now she manages to see him curled up under the covers on his king sized bed, his dark curls contrasting on the white sheets. Her heart aches thinking about how long he must have been here, in his own little shell without any contact with the world. It's not that he doesn't have good friends who would check up on him, but he is good at making it look like nothing's wrong or that he is able to handle it on his own. Teddy reached out to him, but he said he is just tired. Luckily she texted Camila about her concerns and soon Andrew also contacted her if she knows where he is because he hasn't been answering any texts. He shut himself down thinking that separation is a solution, but it's not and Camila is here to let him know he is not alone.

Camila carefully sits down to the edge of the bed, placing a hand on his cheeks and softly caressing it. She repeats it until his eyes slowly open, a layer of confusion clouding those hazel irises as he recognizes her figure in the dark.

"Hey," Camila smiles at him warmly.

"Hey," he whispers back, her fingers still gently stroking his soft skin relentlessly. "What time is it?" he asks in his hoarse voice.

"It's nine pm. How long have you been asleep?"

He takes a deep breath doing the math in mind before closing his eyes again while exhaling.

"About eleven hours," he mumbles.

"Did you eat before you went to bed?" Camila continues with the next question. He shakes his head no and as if his body wants to answer as well, his stomach grumbles in dissatisfaction. Leaning down she presses her lips to his forehead, planting a soft kiss to his slightly heated skin.

"Shawn," she calls out, earning him to open his eyes once again. "Come on, let's have a shower and then eat something, okay?"

It takes a while before he finally nods his head and pushes the covers off of his body. Camila reaches to the lamp on the nightstand and sets it to a low glow, just enough to make them see the surroundings. She stands up as he hangs his legs from the edge of the bed, taking a few deep breaths before building up the energy to stand. Turning around she heads to the bathroom, feeling his presence right behind her and when a large hand slides into her palm, fingers curling around her hand, her eyes twitch for a moment, but she quickly puts herself back together knowing she needs to be his rock.

Camila adjusts the temperature in the shower while he slowly gets rid of his hoodie, sweatpants and boxers. In just a few seconds she does the same, leaving them both naked as the hot water is steaming up the bathroom. Taking his hand she pulls him into the shower and he lets out a tired moan as the water hits his skin. They take turns under the water, then she grabs the shower gel and starts soaping up his body, gently rubbing it into his skin, making sure she doesn't miss a spot while he stands there, eyes closed, only focusing on her touch, nothing else. Once she is done with the soap she reaches for the shampoo. Their height difference is making the shampooing process a bit difficult, but she is extra careful not to get it into his eyes as her fingers massage his scalp. The feeling is unreal to him, it's the first time someone who is not his mother or a hair stylist washed his hair and he can't believe the intimacy of such a mundane thing.

"How are you feeling?" Camila asks, feeling like it's time to finally make him talk, while her fingers are still working on his head.

"Tired. Very tired," he mumbles, his hands blindly finding her waist aching for more physical contact.

"It's okay. We can go back to sleep after you ate, alright?"

He doesn't talk, just nods his head before she tilts his head back to wash the foam away. Once it's done she runs her fingers through his locks, making sure it's all good. His eyes finally open again when she is about to shut the water off, but he stops her.

"Can I... Can I wash yours?" he shyly asks looking down at her, a drop of water dripping from the tip of his nose and landing on her chest.

"Sure", Camila smiles taking the tie out of her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders before sticking her head under the water to wet her locks.

Camila turns around and just patiently lets him do whatever he wants. He squeezes some shampoo into his palm, rubbing it together before gently starting to spread it on her hair. His long fingers are moving in sync, massaging her scalp soothingly. She can't help but close her eyes at the feeling. He is making sure not to tangle her locks too much as he works the shampoo into her hair and then he carefully rinses the foam off. His mind is so much more refreshed now, this small task just turned into such a huge act of love, putting intimacy into a whole different light for both of them. His heart is full again.

They both wrap themselves into a towel as they step out of the shower to dry themselves. Camila puts her hair into a turban with another fluffy towel when she catches his eyes lingering over her in the mirror.

"What?" Camila asks smiling.

"Thank you."

Camila knows exactly he is not talking about the shower itself, it's what it stood for and she is glad to know the message was loud and clear.

Stepping closer to him she wraps her arms around his naked torso and kisses his wet chest.

"It's going to be okay," Camila whispers with an encouraging smile.

"I know it is. Because you are here," he smiles back leaning down and kissing her lips shortly.

She caresses his rosy cheeks before turning back to the mirror and wiping the remaining of her makeup from under her eyes.

"Let's make something to eat and then sleep. Okay?"

He smiles down at her from the mirror, pressing a kiss to the top of Camila's head, thinking about how lucky he is to have her by his side.

"Okay."

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