The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)

Chapter 28

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Hey guys... I'm thinking of no longer writing this book. It doesn't seem like you guys like it and I'm not sure if I should put my time into it for nothing. Let me know.

Teagans POV:
-1 month later-

I sit in the passenger seat of Shawn's car with my elbow propped on the space where the window meets the door. My head rests in the palm of my hand as I blankly stare at the world around me. The leave on the trees were starting to turn a tender arrangement of yellow, orange, and red indicating that winter would be make an appearance soon. We haven't told anyone. My dad seems oblivious to the situation and I haven't spoken to my mom. I try keeping a healthy distance from the Mendes family and Shawn tries keeping quiet. Between his booming career and my evident rising fame caused by his career, we really didn't have time to think about a child. I can't fathom the thought of losing Shawn especially with a child. I can't help but feel like I've forced him to stay with this pregnancy. But as bad as it sounds, I didn't want this. A hand on my thigh breaks me from my trance.
I meet the gaze of the beautiful, brown haired wonder and my heart skips a beat.

"You're awful quiet, what's going through that mind of yours?"
He gives my head a gentle flick which causes me to smile but the smile immediately falls.

You have no idea...

"Nothing. I'm fine." The moment the words leave my lips I hear the doubt in them. I force a small smile to go with the words, proving their truth.

"Ok. If you say so."

Instead of answering him I nod and lean to give him a kiss on the cheek. He blushes in response but immediately takes the wheel of the car and pulls out of the small driveway.

What made this all harder? Shawn's tour was starting in a week. The furthest thing from his mind was the situation. And it made me sick.

We were headed to the concert venue for the rehearsal of his upcoming concert.
I move my arm slightly and position my head to watch the cars pass by as we pull into the gigantic parking lot in the back. He puts the vehicle in park and reaches into the backseat to grab his guitar case. My door gets opened for me and I emerge from the car and make my way toward the venue. I'm stopped in my tracks by a hand gripping my wrist. I spin around to face the person and a pair of familiar lips press to mine. I hear a guitar case hit the concrete gently and he wraps the now free arm around my waist to pull me closer.

"I've been wanting to do that for the past 20 minutes." He breathes out as he takes my hand slightly dragging me behind him into the building.

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So Teagan doesn't seem happy about this situation. Thoughts? My plans for this story are HUGE if you'd like it :) well ughabugs, love ya!
~Veronica💙