"So baby be the life of the party" you hear Shawn mumble before leaving to get cheese for the pasta you two are making for dinner, after you hear the door close, you run to your bathroom across from your room. You go to the second level to the bottom of the cabinet next to your shower, and pull the blade out. You hated yourself, you not being able to sing like Shawn, and he always offers to teach you, but you feel like he'll laugh at you and break up with you if you try. You take your razor you used yesterday after a fan called you fat. You cut along your left thigh, the same pain you felt yesterday, is coming back. But its a good pain. After making about 3 more cuts, you here the bathroom door open, your frozen, not knowing what to do. "Y/N they didn't have it so I- oh my god" Shawn says before falling to the ground. "I'm such a fuck up! God! Why did I have to make you see this, fall in love with this, I'm ugly Shawn, why do you love me?" I ask "Y/N I love you because your funny, sweet, BEYOND BEAUTIFUL, cute and a...amazing. Please don't call your self something your not, like ugly, your not ugly Y/N, I love you, so much, so much that it scares me" Shawn says. My heart melts at his words "I'm sorry Shawn, I couldn't help it" you say. "Don't be sorry" Shawn says. After he throws the razor out the 12 story building you two live in, you know your going to stop, Shawn helps you up and cleans you up, he dresses you careful not to hurt you. Then you cuddle in bed and he sings One Of Those Nights to you until sleep takes over you.
