Hellooooo so there's a time skip of around two weeks.

Villain #1 coming right up, villain #2 will be arriving soon, and both are based on a personal experience, especially #2, who will be a right pain jsjsjs!!!

Shawn's POV

For the last two weeks, I had been trying to get on with life as normal. Well whatever normal was. I'd spend as much time as I could with my family and that helped me cope.

However, I had decided to try and continue my tour. I cancelled the remainder of my US leg, there were only a few shows left so we rescheduled.

It was time to go to Europe.

This would be the first time I'd be apart from my family after the events. The show in Manchester (❤) would be my first show. And first time singing.

There was also one change - I had a new tour manager. He's called Ross, and he seems nice. Also he has managed some really successful tours, he managed Justin Bieber's Purpose tour and also managed Taylor Swift's Reputation tour. So I was obviously excited to have him.

My mum, and Malea, were adamant that Malea came with me for 'mental support'. I mean, I was doing okay I guess compared to a few weeks ago, but it would be nice for someone close to me on a personal level to be with me.

"Shawn you ready?" My mum asks, coming into the hallway, evidently upset.

"Yeah." I reply, giving her a tight hug.

"Take care of yourself sweetie, please. If you feel upset at all please come home." My mum says, kissing my cheek.

"I'll be fine mum." I smile back, giving her another hug.

I was very, very wrong.

Malea and I decided to get a taxi to the airport.

"How are you doing?" She asks me, tapping my arm with her finger.

"I've been okay. Like I've just learned to deal with everything and its good." I explain truthfully. I was genuinely feeling a lot better than I had done recently and I was dying to get back on the road.

"Just let me know if you need anything. By anything I mean anything. Like wanting me to give you a head massage at 2am, or wanting someone holding you. That's what I'm here for."

"Thank you Malea." I yawn, I didn't sleep well last night.

"Here, get some sleep before the flight." She moves her bag off her lap so I could lay my head down. "Comfy?"

"Very." I reply cheekily, closing my eyes and falling asleep to Malea playing with my hair. For some reason that always put me to sleep. I don't know why, but its relaxing.

After what felt like a second, I'm woken up by someone caressing my cheek.

"Come on sleepyhead, time for the flight." Malea says, helping me sit. My bullet wound didn't hurt too much, but it had left a visible scar.

I noticed that the car had been driven onto the runway. We would be flying on a private jet, and it would take seven hours.

I take my seat on the plane and lean my head onto the window.

"Tired?" Andrew asks as he takes his seat.

"Yeah I slept on the way here too."

"Get to sleep. You need rest." Andrew suggests, getting a blanket for me.

I curl up into a ball on my seat, my head on the armrest and I fall asleep instantly.

"Shawn, honey wake up." I feel someone shake me awake. We had landed in Manchester.

It was 9pm here, and my show was tomorrow night. Even though I'd slept all the way through the flight, I was still exhausted.

The next day

"Shawn" I hear someone whisper. "There's someone here to see you."

I open my eyes and notice that its 6am. Who is here this early?

"Morning Shawn. I'm Ross, your new tour manager." A tall, stocky man comes in, and shakes my hand.

"Nice to meet you." I yawn.

"Right, I need you to be at the arena at 7am sharp." He almost orders to my surprise.

"Okay, but we normally..."

He didn't even let me finish.

"No buts. 7am." With that, he leaves.

"Wow he's friendly." Malea giggles, brushing her dark hair.

"Meh." I shrug, getting a towel. "I'm gonna shower and get ready. I'll be like half an hour."

I was so focused on not being late that I skipped breakfast. We were on time, and got into the arena at 6 55am.

"Morning Ross." I say to him as I see him in the hallway.

"Morning. Right I need you to do vocal exercises until 10am, then need you to rehearse the setlist until 1pm, then at 1 30pm you have four interviews. At 4pm you have to rehearse with the band and at 7 30pm you need to get dressed for a 8pm show start."

I barely managed to register what he said. He was like a machine, telling me exactly what to do and when.

I was seriously going to suggest a vocal rest this morning because my throat felt sore and my cheeks were hurting. This happened when my sinuses were infected. He didn't even let me speak.

"Okay that's fine." That's all I could say.

The day was so so long, by 7 30pm I was ready for bed, but I had a show to perform.

Nervously, I begin walking on stage to be greeted with 22,000 screaming fans. The feeling was overwhelming.

"This one's called Mercy."

Normally, when I got on stage I got this wave of energy. Nothing can describe it, it just happened.

Not today.

I felt like I was going to collapse any second. The pain in my cheeks and head was worsening by the second and my voice kept cracking.

When I got off stage I just wanted to go to bed. Ross had other plans.

"Shawn. You're voice cracked 17 times during that show. I'm gonna need you to do another session of vocal exercises right now."

I don't have the energy to even speak.

I'm taken into mu dressing room where Stephanie, my vocal coach, was waiting for me.

"Hey what happened to you?" She asks worridly.

"He's fine. He needs vocal exercises and training on how not to crack his voice." Ross demands before leaving.

There were two sofas in the room.

"Shawn lay down, you look like you're gonna faint." Stephanie suggests, helping me lay down.

"I'm so tired. I haven't had a break all day." I complain, my voice sore.

"Shawn you're voice is going. You need to rest it." Just then, Malea walks in.

"Shawn are you okay love?" She asks, sitting on the sofa opposite.

"His voice is sore and he needs rest." Stephanie replies.

"I'm gonna take you back to the hotel."

"We can't. He needs to do vocal stuff but I'm not letting him do anything. Look at how tired he is, and he's getting a sinus infection."

The words exchangex by Malea and Stephanie soon became a blur as I was so exhausted, and I fall asleep laying on that sofa.

I hate Ross just as much as you do! Xx