Perfectly Wrong | S.M

Thirty

Perfectly Wrong | S.M
Chapter: Thirty
September 16th
Layla

I walk out of Shawn's bedroom and find him cooking breakfast in the kitchen, i walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist.

I'm going to miss him when he leaves, I'm also going to miss his apartment. There is something so calming and peaceful about living in this area of New York.

"Good morning beautiful" Shawn admires, i go on my tiptoes and kiss his the back of his neck.

"What are you making?" I ask curiously.

"Just bacon bagels" He tells me and i nod my head, i release my arms and open the fridge, i pour orange juice into two glasses and set them on the table.

Despite Shawn complimenting me, i knew he was being off. He's normally so much more talkative and bubbly, he was just quiet today.

"Is something wrong?" I ask while sitting at the table, he turns around and puts a plate in front of me.

"Why would something be wrong?" He questions sitting down and putting his plate in front of him, i look at him trying to get a read of what he's thinking.

"We promised to always speak our emotions rather than bottle them up" I say and he rolls his eyes at me. "Shawn"

"Do you have to remember everything?" He snaps at me, my eyes go wide in shock, i sit there silently not knowing if i should talk. "I'm sorry"

"It's fine, i should've left it" I shrug my shoulders.

"I'm not here for your birthday Layla" He blurts out, i stare down at the table. "I leave tomorrow, Andrew booked me for an interview so i have to leave early" He explains himself, i frowned but i quickly covered it up before he could see.

"That's okay, i didn't really want to do anything for my birthday anyway" I mumble.

That was a lie, i was excited for my first birthday with a boyfriend and not just any boyfriend, Shawn. I was desperate for him to spend my birthday with me.

"I know you're sad Layla, you don't have to hide it" He says as he watches me, is he trying to read what's going on in my mind?

"Of course I'm sad, but i guess it's something i have to get used to" I sigh, i take a bite of my bagel and a sip of my juice.

"Don't be like that" He rolls his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders and get up, i walk into his bedroom and grab my stuff for college. I come back out to see Shawn washing up.

"I'll see you later" I mumble.

"Where are you going?" He asks, he knows where I'm going, i just grab my car keys. "Layla"

"I'm going to college Shawn, the place i've barely been these last few weeks because i wanted to spend time with you" I muter, he wipes his hands with a towel.

"I never asked you to do that" He replies and i shrug my shoulders at him.

"I know you didn't, but i still did it because if i didn't we would of barely seen each other and then you would of disappeared for months again" I explain myself.

I knew it wasn't his fault that he always has to leave after a short amount of time, but sometimes it's frustrating not being able to plan something with him because his schedule is always busy or unpredictable.

"You know i want to be with you for your birthday, i just can't and i hate that" He responds.

"I've watched you reschedule interviews Shawn, so don't give me that bullshit" I roll my eyes at him.