Gabi.

(p.s. you should play the When You Love Someone by James TW while you read this, it's in the media)
 
 
At that moment, my happiness fades into a bitter sadness and I feel tears start to prick my eyes. My whole world just came crashing down on top of me like a giant brick wall crushing my bones into pieces.  I was so happy, Shawn just asked me to be his girlfriend, I'm spending the summer with my best friends, now this news has to come and take my heart crashing down with it. I look at my brother just as he looks at me, both of our expressions similar.

"What?" I question.

"It's for the best." she says, pursing her lips.

"How the hell is this for the best? Do you realize what this will do to the family?" I say angrily.

"Gabi, please calm down." my mom puts a hand on my shoulder.

"No, I will not calm down!" I aggressively move her hand off my shoulder, then look her in the eyes. "You promised!" I yell. "You promised me this wouldn't happen!"

"Gabi, I need you to understand that I didn't want this to happen." she explains.

I just sit there, letting my eyes roll slightly, unintentionally.

"Gabriella Reyes, do not roll your eyes at me, I am your mother."

"I just don't understand how you could make a promise that serious and break it just like that."

"You know I can't help it when things happen." She says with a sad tone of voice. "But I need you to know that your father and I don't hate each other. We still love each other very much."

"If you still loved each other, you wouldn't be getting a divorce." I say coldly, eyes averted.

"Listen, I know you're angry, this is hard for all of us. But please don't take it out on your father and I, there is nothing we could've done to avoid this happening."

"Yes there is! You could've at least tried to keep your relationship. You could've fought to keep it, if you really didn't want it to happen you wouldn't have let him leave this damn house! Please, just don't say you tried, because I know you, and if you tried you would've won." I say, then grab my purse and walk back upstairs to the main floor, sitting on the couch as I start to cry, a pillow clutched in my hands.

Some time after I've stopped crying, Landon walks into the room and sits beside me.

"Hey," he says, a sympathetic expression on his face.

"So you're not shaken at all by this? It doesn't even hurt you one bit?" I question him.

"Of course it does. Things will be very different around here but you don't have to make it as big of a deal as you are."

"But it is a big deal!" I lash out with a groan.

"We all get it, you're mad. But please just look at it from their side. Understand that this isn't anyone's fault, things like this happen." he says and I nod, letting the tears fall. He then puts a hand on my shoulder and pulls me into his embrace.

"I think I just need some time." I say with a forced smile, "Thanks, I love you."

"Love you too, sis." he smiles, then I head outside and call the number for the uber service.

"I can drive you home if you want." My mom says as she walks out on the front porch to greet me, her pyjamas already on. "I'm assuming you don't want to stay, considering you have your bags packed?"

"It's okay, thanks. I already called an uber." I say with a forced smile.

"Okay." Is all she says. "I'm sorry to waste your time coming here, I had no idea this would happen."

I just send her another forced smile as the uber pulls up to pick me up.

When I get back to Kenna and Lana, they're on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy when I flop onto the bed, head buried in the pillow.

"What's up?" Lana asks, clearly seeing that something's up.

"I don't want to talk about it." I groan.

"Is everything okay at home?" Kenna asks and I feel a tear drop down my cheek and onto the pillow.

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

"Ken, it's okay just leave her for now." Lana whispers.

The rest of the day is somewhat the same as this, they don't really comfort me or bug me about it any more, they just leave me alone like I asked.

Which is honestly good, because being alone is all I really want right now.

⌘

a few days later

 
I wake up in the morning to see a long text from Shawn.

From: mendes 😍

Hey baby, it seems like you haven't been yourself lately based on how you've been pushing me away. I need you to know that I'm always here for you, okay? If you don't want to talk about things then we can just get some starbucks and sit and watch harry potter all day long. But if you do want to talk, I'm just a call (or a house) away. If you just want to cry, I'll be your pillow. If no one else will be there for you then I will. If you'll let me.

I feel bad for not talking to him at all in the past few days, but it's just been hard and I've needed to be alone.

He is, without a doubt, the sweetest person I've ever met. But I ignore the text for now, I think for awhile can't figure out what to say back. I need to let my emotions out. And the best way to do this is to dance.

So, I change into workout clothes and head straight to my dance studio. It's right between my house and Lana's beach, so it's only about a 15 minute cab ride away.

Once I arrive, I notice that no one is there which is what I had hoped. I plug my phone into the sound system and set my bags beside. Ed Sheeran blares through the speakers, filling my ears with his wonderful pure voice.

I start dancing to Supermarket Flowers, honestly one of my favourite songs on the album, but it always makes me cry. I give it everything I have, tears falling as I just dance.

I keep Ed Sheeran's songs on shuffle, taking a break in between to get a drink and cool down. I am dancing to Afire Love and I get so lost in the music that I seem to forget about everything else. Like I said, my escape.

"You look focused." A male voice I recognize speaks over the loud music.

I turn around, startled, to see Shawn standing by the entrance to the room. I turn off the music, then wipe my eyes with my hands. "I was, until you interrupted me. How'd you know I was here?" I ask, not annoyed by his presence but more confused by it.

"Kenna and Lana."

"Ahh, I see I have traitors as friends." I joke, not in the mood to laugh.

"Did you get my text?" he questions and I nod.

"Yeah I did, sorry I didn't respond, I've had a lot on my mind. Thank you."

"Nah, it's okay, I understand. You're welcome."

"So why'd you come?" I ask.

"Very honestly, I'm worried about you, Bri. I don't know what happened at your parents house, nor am I going to ask because it's not my right to know, but it just worries me that you've been so isolated lately."

"Why?"

"Well, it's just, is- is it me? Did I do something?"

"No no no no no," I say, shaking my head and putting my hands on his biceps. "I should've talked to you already, I'm sorry. But if you knew what happened I think you'd understand." I mumble.

"Good, I was worried that you were uncomfortable with the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing or something absurd like that."

"No, definitely not. That is perfect." I smile lightly. "But my parents..." I let my hands drop back to my sides.

"Take your time, Bri. It's okay."

"My parents, they..." I start crying, loud, inhuman sobs. I can't say it. I actually can't say it out loud.

"Shh, cry it out, it's okay." Shawn says, wrapping his arms around me and rubbing my back soothingly. "It'll be okay, I promise you, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Eventually I calm down and stop crying enough so I can speak, pulling away so I can look at him. "My parents, they're getting a divorce." I say quietly, letting another tear fall down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry, do you want to talk about it?" he asks, wiping the stray tear from my cheek.

"No, I honestly just want to cuddle and eat junk food." I pout.

"That I can provide for you." he winks, rubbing my shoulders again, making me smile.

"Wow, I'm sorry for all the tear stains on your shirt." I laugh half-heartedly.

"Don't even worry about it. I'm actually honoured to have your tear stains on my shirt." he smirks.

"Shut up, Mendes." I roll my eyes, turning around to get all my stuff together and make sure the place looks the same as when I got here.

Then I follow Shawn out the door of the studio and into his car. The ride is silent, but comfortable.

Once we stop, Shawn and I meet at the front of the car, and he wraps his arms around me, comforting me. "I can't imagine what you're going through," he starts, "Stay strong okay? Everything will turn out just fine."

I smile, and we walk into his house, the only thing keeping me sane being that my wonderful boyfriend is standing right here beside me.

a/n
i'm so sorry it's been forever
i've had major writers block for
the past few weeks, that and i've
been extremely busy so i apologize
but now i should have a lot more
time and hopefully my writers
block will go away soon ☺️💖
hope you liked this!
~em 💗