OMG SO I JUST TURNED THE RADIO ON AND IN MY BLOOD JUST STARTED AHHHHH

Shawn's POV

For the next few days, Ross had me working so hard. I was practically living on no sleep and I was certain that I was getting sick. Last night was spent travelling to London by car to 'cut costs'. I don't mean to brag but I'm a multi millionaire. It took six hours because we decided to go on a minibus. Guess who's idea that was.

My fears were confirmed when I woke up to a pounding ache in my head. I had decided to take a nap before an interview. The pain in my cheeks was still there and my throat was definitely a lot worse than last night, when the pain had gotten much worse.

I look at the time. 6 27pm. Great. I'd overslept.

"Malea" I try to speak but barely anything comes out. She still heard me.

"Shawn what happened to you?" She asks, feeling my forehead with the back of her hand. "You have a fever."

"I'm fine. I have an interview in an hour and show to perform in two days and..."

"Lay down Shawn. You're burning up real bad." She orders, pushing me back into bed. "Gimme one minute, don't leave that bed Shawn."

Malea returns with Andrew a minute later.

"See I told you he needs to see a doctor." Malea says, opening a window.

"I blame Ross." Andrew scoffs, walking up to my bedside. "I'll make some phonecalls and get you an appointment with a doctor. Don't worry about Ross, or anything. You're in no position to perform, your health comes first." Andrew explains, getting his phone out of his pocket.

"I want to do the interview. I can't cancel it."

Reluctantly, Andrew agrees as the interview was going to be in my hotel room.

"Thank you Andrew." Malea sees him out and then gets some medicine from her bag.

"I'm fine. I don't need anything." I try to say but my voice cracks in every word I say. My throat was killing me.

"Just take some painkillers, it'll help." She tells me, passing me two tablets and a bottle of water. "Drink up. You need fluids." I could tell that she was worried about me.

"I'm seriously okay." I try my best to reassure her.

"You're really not. He's working you too hard."

Just then, there's a knock on the door.

"Hi, I was told Shawn was here so I thought I'd say hi."

I recognised that voice. It was Hailey Baldwin, we met last year and exchanged numbers, but never really spoke. The truth was that I was really attracted to her. She is absolutely stunning, and I really liked her, even though we barely spoke.

"Hailey come in" I try to speak but I just couldn't without really bad pain.

She looked stunning - she wore a white blouse tucked into some blue denim shorts with doc martens. Her hair was down, and she had on minimal makeup.

"You sound awful, are you okay?" She asks, sitting at my bedside.

"Not really." I reply, getting overwhelmed by everything.

Gently, she moves some hair out of my eyes. My heart skips a beat at the physical contact, and I smile a little. Maybe I liked her a little more than I thought.

"Just get some rest. Have you got anything to do later on?" Hailey asks kindly.

"I have an interview."

"Who with?"

"Clevver news."

"I'll sort that out. You can't speak Shawn, just get some sleep." Hailey suggests, pulling the blanket over me. "Just text me if you need anything." She really is an amazing person.

"Thank you Hailey." I croak, throat aching.

"Its okay. I'll see you soon okay." With that, she leaves.

"So Shawn how long have you liked her for?" Malea giggles, putting a wet washcloth on my forehead.

"I don't?" Was I being really obvious?

"Nah, you're in love with her." She pinches my cheek and I rest my head in her lap.

"Okay maybe I am." I scoff fake angrily, laughing at the end, which turns into a coughing fit.

"Just be careful, you may not feel it yourseld but you're vulnerable right now and you might fall in love a lot quicker. I don't want you getting hurt sweetie." Malea exclaims, massaging my head.

"She takes my breath away." I whisper, just loud enough for Malea to hear.

"Just get some rest Shawn, you need it." Malea leans down and kisses my forehead, and I'm asleep quickly after that.

The next morning, my throat felt better. I had slept for 12 hours, maybe that helped.

I had the day off today. Even Ross had agreed to that, probably because he had to see his family in Kent.

It was currently 7am, Malea was still sleeping. I get my phone from the side table and check my messages.

One stood out - message from Hailey Baldwin

Without any delay, I check the message.

Shawn I need ur help I can't deal with it anymore :(

My heart practically stops.

Its okay darling, are you free to meet for breakfast? Xxx

Instantly, I get a response.

No but I can message you, is that okay?

I begin getting worried about her current state.

Are you okay Hailey?x

I reply, clutching my phone tightly.

Yeah my anxiety got bad last night and still on edge rn ;(

When my career started, I had experienced some anxiety, but it went away after that. Until now, after the show. After that show, its slowly creeping back.

I've had some anxiety before so ik what its like, its so shit isn't it? I hate it so much... but if you need anything just message me and I'll help you xxx

I really wanted to help her, I really did.

Thank you Shawn ❤ I'm going to get some rest now, maybe I could see you later this week xx

I smile at the last message.

That'd be cool xxxx

What I didn't know then was that this exact string of texts would have severe consequences...

Sorry for the long wait, was on holiday. Now I'm baaackkk xx will try and update quicker ❤❤