Go ahead and watch my heart burn - Billie Eilish, &burn
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the sun rises outside their bedroom window; no blinds meaning the sudden sun is their wake up call. aria groans to herself, making shawn chuckle, as the two of them bury themselves under the sheets, trying to get away from the harsh light.

"i swear to fucking god we are buying blinds today," aria mutters, making shawn laugh.

"good morning to you too," he jokes sarcastically, tracing small patterns over her stomach.

"shhh," aria giggles, leaning back on shawns chest. "good morning."

"hmm," shawn hums in contentment, drumming his fingers against arias skin. "let's go on holiday baby. let's go to the bahamas."

"the bahamas? are you having a laugh?" aria sits up, holding the white sheets to her chest. "shawn? are you crazy?"

"what? you don't have uni, i don't have any shows or press, let's go to the bahamas darling," he says, placing his hand on her waist. "two weeks in the sun, just the two of us. say yes baby."

"fine," aria gives in with a small chuckle. "but only if you let me pay for my ticket."

"hmm, i'll think about it," he says, making aria hit him in the chest. shawn laughs, moving to lay down on her lap, making aria smile to herself, before running her fingers through his hair. "i'll tell andrew to move that producer to someone else. i think i'm gonna need someone else."

"shawn you don't have to-"

"no, i do," he cuts her off. "i didn't think about what it would've looked like to you. i'm sorry for that."

"it's okay," aria says softly, lying down next to him again. "don't worry about it anymore, i overreacted anyway. i didn't have to pester you about it and make you feel like shit about it."

"no, you're human, it affected you. i'm so sorry baby," he says to her, rubbing his hand on her arm. "i promise from now on that i will make sure that if some stupid articles come out, i will get them taken down and sorted out immediately."

"shawn," she says gently to him, bringing her hand to his bare chest. "seriously, don't worry. it's fine. now can we stop talking about this? i want to enjoy the morning with you."

"okay," he agrees. "let's book our flights and hotel then."

"you're actually crazy," she giggles, as shawn rolls out of bed, sliding a pair of boxers on, and handing aria his shirt to wear. "sometimes i question how i ended up with you."

"oh really?" he smirks, reaching down to get his laptop. "because i remember you getting drunk on my 20th birthday, kissing me, and then us hooking up," he chuckles. "and then the next morning, when we were laughing because it was only meant to be for one night, we got together."

"i still can't believe i got that drunk that night," she laughs softly. "it's honestly crazy how it took me getting drunk for both of us to confess our feelings, i still can't believe we liked each other for that long."

"hey, you hated me up until last year in february when i got you to meet daniel caesar," he says to her, shoving her arm lightly, before shoving a shirt over his head.

"shut up, you were annoying and i thought you were self conceited," aria blushes, rolling out of bed, and pulling a pair of fresh underwear on.

"well, do you still think i am?" he whispers, moving behind her, and placing his lips to the side of her face, making her cheeks flush even more than they already were.

"maybe a little," she jokes, making shawn gasp sarcastically. "i'm kidding!" she giggles. "i'm glad i started seeing a mental attraction to you."

"oh, you are?" shawn smirks widely, swaying aria from side to side. "you didn't find me physically attractive at all?"

"shut up," she mutters, nudging his body with her side. he laughs, throwing his head back in happiness, before looking down at his lover. "can we do something today?"

"well we can as soon as i've booked the tickets," shawn says, pulling a pair of gym shorts up his legs, and taking his laptop off charge. "how about we go out for lunch?" he strides back over to aria, bringing her into his arms, and swaying her body gently.

"mhm, that sounds great," she grins, settling into his grip. "what do you want for breakfast, love?"

"i gotta go to the gym, but i'll make my own. don't worry hun," he says gently to her. "i'm gonna brush my teeth and then head out, is that okay?"

"that's fine," she chuckles. "okay."
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after their lunch at a small café on the other side of town, shawn got a call from andrew, saying he wanted to meet at the studio. so, shawn went off to the studio, leaving aria to go back to the condo alone. shawn said he wouldn't be back for another few hours, so aria took the time to clean up, and tidy their home, since both of them haven't bothered to be adults, and clean their living space.

whilst she's cleaning up their bedroom, she heads to the bin, wanting to empty it out into the main bin so she can take the trash out. she can't help herself but wander about last night. the two of them came back, got drunk, and slept together.

then it hits her. she couldn't remember a thing clearly.

panic sets into her visage, as she stares at the bin, not seeing any form of protection in the dustbin, and nothing around the bed, or even in the room.

"fuck!" she yells, dropping what she was holding, and bringing her hand up to her face. "fuck!"

"how could you be so irresponsible?" she yells at herself, sitting down on the bed, and burying her head into her hands. "fuck!"

she groans loudly, flopping her back onto the bed, as she rolls over, curling up into a little ball, and lying there. she doesn't exactly know what to say or what to do, she doesn't even know how she should tell shawn. does she tell shawn? or does she leave it out completely?

"honey i'm home!" shawn yells, opening up the condo door, and slamming it shut, placing his keys in the little dish on the table next to the door. "gorgeous?" he pesters, wanting to know where aria is.

"in here!" she yells back, but it comes out as more of a muffled shout.

"hey darling," shawn sits down next to her on the bed, placing his hand on her shoulder. "everything okay?"

"y-yeah," she mutters, as shawn smiles sadly at her. "just tired."

"get some sleep, love. i'll make dinner," he tells her gently, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto her head. "i'll wake you up when dinner is ready."

she sucks on her lower lip anxiously, watching shawn slowly slip out of the room. she has to tell him now.

"shawn?" she calls, sitting up, and looking at shawn in a panic. "can you sit?"

"of course aria," he says, slightly concerned now. he rushes over, taking a seat next to the extremely worried girl. "what's up?"

"last night," she begins, fiddling with her hands; a habit she's adopted from shawn, something he does when he's nervous. "we didn't use protection."

"oh," shawn says to her, his eyebrows high up on his face, as he turns his head to look at the ground. he sighs gently, running a hand through his hair, and looking back at aria. "are you sure?"

"i've checked everywhere, there are no used condoms anywhere," she says gently to him, trying to keep calm for the sake of shawn and herself.

"oh," he repeats, cursing gently to himself, before sighing softly, turning his head to the doorway. "it's okay, we can get you a morning after-"

"no," she says quickly. "if it did happen last night, i'm not preventing any possible life."

"aria, come on, we don't even know if you are pregnant-"

"are you saying that you won't like it if i am?"

"i didn't say that!" shawn says, letting out a tired chuckle. "whatever aria, you do what you want. clearly, i don't have a say in a situation that is half my fault."

"shawn-"

"no aria, you always twist things around so i look like the bad guy, and i'm fucking sick and tired of it!" he yells, making aria jump softly. "take last night, you literally assumed i was cheating on you, and you made me having a female producer look like a bad thing!" he stands up from the bed, running his hands through his hair, getting more and more angry as the seconds progress. "and even that night in japan, you believed brian, when you probably knew he was feeding you fucking lies, and not to mention when you overheard me on the phone to andrew, and literally assumed that we were breaking up-"

"but we were! you said we were!" she argues. "whatever shawn, you clearly aren't mature enough to even have a child if you keep on bringing up the past."

"me? mature? aria, can you fucking hear yourself? i'm saying we don't even know if you are pregnant, and you're jumping to all these conclusions already!" shawn yells at her.

"that's because you just assumed that i was going to take a fucking pill to stop whatever the hell is going on in my uterus! i'm not stopping a chance of life, shawn!" she shouts at him, standing up from the bed. "and i swear to fucking god, if i am pregnant, i don't want to see you fucking hating me because i am."

"who said i would, aria? i'm thinking of you, more than anything. you just dropped out of uni, you haven't even got a career yet, and i know you want a job more than anything right now," he says, slightly more calmer. "you have to be selfish."

"don't force me to do something i don't want to do," she snaps. "i can do what i want."

"oh i see," shawn mutters. "you're fucking using me."

"excuse me?" aria snaps her head towards him, placing her hands on her waist. "what did you just say?"

"you're using me," he tells her simply. "obviously you can see that i have plenty of money, and you're using that to your advantage."

"shawn, what the fuck?" she screams, feeling completely hurt and used herself. "you've been dating me for how long? do you seriously think i'm using you?"

"well i don't know," he shrugs, folding his arms. "are you?"

"fuck you!" she yells, tears brimming at her eyes. she shakes her head at him, leaving the room abruptly, and heading to the doorway, taking her car keys and house keys from the dish.

she leaves without another word.