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“Shawn!” She calls out. She waits a second for him to respond but hears nothing. “Shawn!” She calls louder.
The music on goes softer and she thinks that he’s heard her. But then nothing.
“Shawn.” She says one more time, out of patience.
“Give me a few minutes.” He says, yelling from his studio.
“No.” She says, fed up, “I need you now.”
She’s standing on the counter, trying to get the china down. His parents were coming over for dinner, and she wants to impress Karen. So she’s making a big meal of Pasta with a side salad and garlic bread.
“Hold on.” He calls back.
“Shawn.” She says, the plates she’s holding getting heavier.
“WAIT!” He growls, startling her. He’s been distant and moody lately but he hasn’t been that aggressive.
The plates are getting heavier, her fingers are slipping. She can’t help it, her fingers give out and she drops the stack of plates to the ground. They crash to the floor causing a huge boom and sound of shattering ceramic. She yelps as a piece bounces off the side of the counter cutting her foot.
Shawn comes tumbling out of his studio, running towards the sound she had just made. He looks scared, eyes wide searching for her.
He wants to know what just happened, and more importantly that she’s okay.
She stand’s there, on the counter, looking at her foot that is now bleeding.
“What the fuck?” He asks breathless.
“Thanks for the help.” She sneers at him.
“This is my fault?” He asks, confused.
“I was calling you for a fucking reason Shawn, not to just see your annoying ass face.”
“Hey.” He says, gaze softening. A little hurt at what she just said.
“And now all our China, fucking ruined.” She groans looking at the floor.
He stares at her, she never curses as much as she is right now. But she has completely lost her patience with him. He is always in the fucking studio, and never is around when she needs him. He’s more at home when he’s on tour.
“What the fuck am I going to serve our dinner on? You mom is coming for dinner, she got us the fucking China.” She wipes her face, so stressed out.
The idea of Karen finding out that the super expensive China she had specially picked out and paid for is now a shattered mess on the floor is giving her anxiety.
“We’ll just get some more.” He shrugs.
“She’ll know Shawn, she’ll fucking know.” She hisses at him.
“Why are you angry with me?”
“Because you’re never fucking here!” She screams at him.
“What are you talking about, I’m right here.”
“Yeah? Then why is our China a fucking shattered mess on the fucking floor? Why? Oh yeah because you were here to grab it from me when I called for you four fucking times. Or when I asked you to pick up the groceries but you ‘forgot, sorry was at the studio babe’,” She mocks him. “Making me have to leave work early so I could go get the groceries.”
“I’m sorry.” He shrugs.
“But you’re not.” She sighs, getting even more pissed off that he doesn’t seem to care. “And then I ask you to help me make dinner because, well your mom’s coming and I wanted your help so I didn’t fuck it up myself, But it was ‘Gonna finish this song, but you got it.’ so here we are. I haven’t even started on the food, our dishes are a fucking mess on our floor and your family is gonna be here in less than twenty minutes.”
“Y/n.” He says looking up at her, she’s still standing on the counter, foot still bleeding.
“Can you help me down, my foot is fucking killing me.” She says, eyes fierce.
“Christ Babe, you’re bleeding.” He says finally looking down at her foot. He walks over, shoes still on, walking over the dishes on the floor. He picks her up bridal style taking her to the bathroom so she doesn’t bleed on the carpet. He starts to tend to her foot but she is still pissed.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” She hisses.
“You’re bleeding.” He says like that fixes everything. Like is magically makes her anger go away.
“I need you to get the fuck out of this bathroom.” She says staring up at him, he looks at her with concern in his eyes. “I need you to figure out dinner, I honestly don’t care anymore. Your mom can think I’m the biggest fuck up of a wife, that’s cool. I just need five minutes.”
“You are not a fuck up of a wife.” He immediately says with hurt eyes.
“Well it feels like it, can you please just leave me alone.”
“No way am I leaving you alone, Babe what did you say?”
“Shawn.” She says growing frustrated again. “We need to at least have food for your family. We don’t have time for you to sit here and try to make me feel better because that’s not gonna fucking work. If you don’t get food then at least clean up the kitchen.”
“Y/n.” He lingers, she can tell that he’s not sure what to do. He hates when she feels bad about herself, and does whatever he can to make her feel better, but she’s telling him to leave. He just looks so lost.
“GO Shawn!” She says pointing at the door. He takes a little bit but walks out of the bathroom. She sighs and hangs her head, really wanting to cry.
She almost let yourself cry, she almost let a tear fall. She doesn’t cry though. She knows that if she starts crying she’ll be seen as weak and not strong enough for him.
She tries to attempt to stop the bleeding from her foot, wrapping it with bandages. She can hear the Mendes clan walk into the house, asking about her.
She stands to go greet them but when she does she starts to feel faint. She leans against the door, taking in deep breaths, trying to get the black that’s crowding her vision to go away.
“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks, trying to find her. She doesn’t have enough energy to call out to her. But she finds Y/n anyway. “Y/n?” She asks, more worried now. She rushes to Y/n’s side.
“Liyah.” She choke out, her head now pounding.
“What’s wrong? Why is there blood on the floor?”
“Liyah I don’t feel good.” She’s nauseous now.
“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks. She can feel yourself slipping. The grip on reality starting to fade away. She starts leaning into Liyah, not being able to support herself anymore.
“Shawn!” Aaliyah calls out, as she stumbles with Y/n to the ground. She’s moving the hair out of Y/n’s face, fanning her. “SHAWN!” She screams, as Y/n closes her eyes, suddenly super tired.
“What? What’s wrong? Y/n?” He asks. He rushes to her side. “What the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know, I walked in and she was like barely standing and then told me she wasn’t feeling good. Shawn why is there blood on the floor?”
“Jesus, we need to go to the hospital. Tell dad to start my jeep.” He says barking orders. “Baby, I’m here. I’m here now.” He says to her. She can feel him start to pick her up, holding her to his chest. He’s whispering that she’s okay, but she can’t tell if its for her or for him.
“Shawn? What’s going on? Oh my god Y/n” She can hear Karen. She clutches Shawn’s shirt, trying to stay awake.
“I’ve got you Baby. I’ve got you.” He says, now in the backseat of a car, stroking her hair. “Y/n? Can you look at me?” He whispers. She pries her eyes open to look into his brown ones.
“I’m tired.” She whines.
“Just keep looking at me Baby.” He says, eyes so scared and worried.
When she wakes Shawn is not by her side, Karen is. She smiles when she sees that Y/n has opened her eyes.
“Hey.” She whispers looking over at Shawn, who’s asleep on another chair in the corner of the room.
“Let him sleep.” Y/n says softly.
“He’s been up all night watching you.”
“I’m sorry for such the scare.”
“You’re okay, we’re glad you’re okay.”
“I don’t even really know what happened?”
“You were bleeding out.”
“Can I talk to you for a quick second?”
“Yeah.” She nods, sitting up. Karen takes her hand.
“Honey, I am not going to think you are a fuck up of a wife. I don’t care if you serve me dinner on paper plates. I don’t care if we have take out pizza. I just want you to be happy.”
“Karen.” She sighs.
“Shawn told me how stressed out you were, and you don’t need to be.”
“Thanks.” She smiles, squeezing her hand.
She was about to tell Karen about the small depressed state she has been in but Shawn interrupts.
“Hey, you’re up.” Shawn says sitting up.
“I’ll give you a second.” Karen says getting up and walking out. Shawn gets up and takes the seat next to the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, better.” She nods. “You didn’t have to tell your mom that I was stressed out.”
“I’m sorry, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. I’ve been sort of freaking out.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“It’s not, but thanks for lying.”
“Can you talk to me about how you’re feeling?”
“I said was good.”
“Not about that, why do you think you’re a fuck up of a wife?”
“I don’t know, you’re never home and I had just broken all of our China.”
“What do you mean I’m never home?”
“I mean, you’re physically in the house, but you’re never with me.”
“I’m still confused.”
“Shawn, I feel as if the music is more,”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He cuts her off. “You are so much more important than the music. You know that.”
“I would hope so.”
“It hasn’t seemed like it lately.”
“Wow okay, I’m sorry. It’s me being the fuck up.”
“Shawn.” She sighs.
“No, I’ve fucked up, majorly. But not anymore. You always come first, always. I talked to Andrew, I’m on break.”
“Shawn, don’t do that.”
“It’s already taken care of.”
“No Shawn, the album is more important than my insecure feelings.”
“No it isn’t. If your feeling insecure it’s my job to help you through it. You don’t have any reason to be insecure. And you are not a fuck up of a wife. You are the best fucking wife, I can’t picture my life without you. Don’t ever think that you are not important to me, you are the most important thing in my life.”
“I love you.” She cries holding his hand.
“I love you so much.” He says, standing to kiss her on her head. “I was so fucking scared. You were so pale, and you’re eyes were not the same. The beautiful life in your eyes, it was gone. You could barely keep your eyes open, and I was so scared I was going to lose you. You were so out of it when we got here, and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my head. I was freaking the fuck out.”
“I’m right here.” She says taking his face into her hands.
“And I’m so happy that you are.”
“I’m happy that you’re here.”
“But Aaliyah is really freaked out because she was the one to find you, so can I got get her?”
“Can I just be with you for a second?” She asks as he sits down.
“Yeah Baby, I’m right here.”
“I know, I just need a few minutes.”
“I’ve got you.” He says resting his on the bed, forehead touching hers. “I’ve always got you.”