ITS SO COLD OMF

Shawn's POV

Those words echoed in my head.

Engaged? How? When?

I genuinly thought that we were together. She meant everything to me. We were just talking the other day when she helped me with my panic attack.

I guess I wasn't enough for her. Maybe I was more in love with her than she was with me. Oh why, why was I not enough for her? It was the first time I had ever felt like that about somebody. I saved a piece of myself, a piece of my heart for her, and she stole it in the most ruthless way.

My sadness quickly turned to anger. How could she do this to me? She knew how vulnerable I was during that time. She fully knew she was taking advantage of me.

Just over one month ago, Hailey kissed me for the first time. Did that mean nothing to her? Did I mean nothing to her?

I feel so stupid - she's an 'it' girl. What would she want with a boy like me?

"Shawn" I'm taken out of my thoughts by Malea, who gently shakes my shoulder. "What's the matter?" She wipes my tears with the back of her hand.

I didn't even realise that I was crying.

I couldn't speak or move. At all. I was completely numb.

"Hey, come here." Malea coos, holding me in her arms, gently stroking my hair. I sob into her chest, tugging on her top.

We lay like that for a few minutes, and I try to calm down.

"What's happened love?" She asks, rubbing her thumb against my cheek.

"Hailey's engaged." I blurt out, heart breaking at those words.

"What?" She gasps. "How do you know?"

"Its all over Twitter. She was dating him for a month." I begin crying again, unable to stop the tears from falling. This was now becoming a regular occurrence.

"Aw, don't get upset." Malea soothes, squeezing her arms around me even tighter.

"It just hurts so much. I told her things that I hadn't been able to tell anybody. I opened up to her like I wasn't able to." I explain, shaking due to the emotions I was feeling.

When you love somebody, you begin to feel something so powerful about them. Something that you cannot describe - its an overwhelming feeling. Over time, you begin to trust them, confide in them, and eventually, love them so much that you can't stop thinking about them.

I trusted her. I told her what I was feeling. I told her exactly what I was feeling.

I trusted her.

I loved her.

For her to throw it all back in my face fucking hurts. It hurts more than anything else.

The next day, I decided to go to the gym. I put on some gym shorts and a tank top and my trainors. Its 7am so the paps shouldn't see me.

I was wrong.

As soon as I leave my hotel, there's a herd of paparazzi.

"Shawn! Look here!" One of them calls. I try to just ignore him and continue with my day, but it didn't work.

Another four come my way. I decide to turn back.

"Shawn what are your opinions on Hailey?" One of them asks, then the other.

Tears begin welling in my eyes, and my breathing rate begins to get faster. I knew that if I didn't get back quickly, I'd start to have a panic attack.

It was like the walls around me are caving in on me. I sprint into the lift, pressing the button to floor number 3. My breathing rate kept increasing; I then realised I'd left my room key in my hoodie which was in my room.

I'm trying to find a way to chill as I approach my room. Banging on the door, it feels like I have no strength left in my legs.

Malea opens the door, still in her pyjamas. At that moment, I lose the minute bit of control I have over my body and collapse, Malea catching me before my knees hit the ground. She almost has to drag me inside, before closing the door.

"Look at me Shawn, look in my eyes." She says, cupping my cheeks. I see the love and adoration she has for me in her eyes, which seems to calm me.

"T... thanks." I stutter. We remain there on the ground, Malea sat beside me.

"What happened?" She asks, taking my hand in hers.

"I was going to the gym and paparazzi began harassing me about Hailey and I just... I got overwhelmed."

"They have no right to harass you like that." Malea scoffs, putting an arm around me. "Come on, lets get you into bed. Its only quarter past seven."

We both get into bed and I order breakfast for us using room service.

I decide to check my instagram. I like to snoop around on fan accounts to see what they are posting and I also like their edits.

I come across a picture of Hailey and I from the Met Gala. I smile painfully, tears in my eyes. Again.

I then decide to read the caption. A huge mistake.

@shawnlover1998 can't believe Hailey deleted pics of Shawn omggg

If my heart wasn't completely shattered to unfixable pieces before, it most definitely was now.

Sorry for the wait guys 😘❤