5SOS

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Brians point of view

"Shawn. Please answer my messages. I convinced Nathalie to talk to you. She's fine with it. She remembered the whole airport story 2 days ago.

Please man, I'm worried about you. Andrew said that if you don't come home today or at least show them a sign of life he'll call the police.", I spoke on the voicemail before hanging up and turning around to face Nathalie.

"He still doesn't answer?", She asked me carefully. She looked sincerely worried about him, and me. She set her coffee cup on the table and came over to me to hug me tight.

"He can't be far. I'm sure he's fine."

But I shook my head, filled with worry: "You haven't seen him in the last 6 months. He was basically suicidal when he found out you might not wake up. You not remembering... I don't know what that does to him?"

"Yah, we should probably go look for him. You're right. I mean, he's really sensitive and... well... you know... emotional.", she grimaced and grabbed her coat.

-

Nathalies point of view

"Where else could he be?", I asked Brian, cuddling into my coat, because it was cold as hell in Canada right now.

"Well, we were at his parents, at our friends places, at his favourite bar. The only place left is his condo. But I'm kinda scared to go there. You know. Who knows what we find there.", he said, shivering, so I put my arm around his waist and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tightly to his chest. 

"We shouldn't hug on the street.", he mumbled quietly, "Or we'll be the next big news. The public doesn't know that you have amnesia. So it's just gonna be drama."

"Yah. You're right. Let's go."

-

As we entered the condo we heard giggling: "From everything I expected- I did not see this coming.", Brian mumbled and made some noise to tell everyone that we were here.

Suddenly 4 lightly dressed, really skinny girls appeared around the corner, running from the couch towards the kitchen giggling and shrieking of joy.

"Hey, where are you going?", a slur came from the couch and as we walked around the corner we saw a totally drunk and probably high Shawn lying on the couch, only in his boxers... wow. What he must've done with these girls for the past 2 days.

I'm not jealous...

"Hey, guys. Are you here to join the party. I must have forgotten to call you two after you screwed me over. Sorry not sorry.", he continued slurring and got up, slapping Brian on the shoulders roughly.

"Bro, what are you talking about. Nathalie needed someone to talk and some time alone. That's the only reason she and I hung out. I swear. There was nothing else going on."

"Yah, well, she could've told me herself that she doesn't love me anymore, chouldn't she.", he said with so much hatred in his voice. Directed to me.

"Shawn, I'm so sorry. But what did you expect? You couldn't expect me to just fall for you again the second I saw you.There is no love at first sight"

"FOR ME IT WAS! I fell for you the second I saw you for the first time on the plane. And I actually thought it was like that for you as well. But the second I walked into the hospital room I knew that it was over. I couldn't believe it right away. But when I heard you talk with Brian I knew. We are just not meant to be happy together. Everytime we take a step forward we take not two, but three steps back. We are bad for each other. And finally, after so many years, I get it. So please, pack your things and move in with Brian or whoever takes you in. I don't care anymore."

He got up from the couch and slowly started walking past me: "Naww, stop crying. It messes up all your makeup.", he whispered into my ear and the stench of alcohol and weed and something else I couldn't quite identify reached my nose. But what was really scaring me was the coldth in his eyes. Then he walked past me and the girls in the kitchen started screeching again.

-

"Are you okay?", Brian asked me as he sat my coffee cup down in front of me, doing the same.

"Yah, sure. Why wouldn't I be?", I said, sipping on my drink.

And I wasn't lying. I was fine. Becuase I really wasn't in love with Shawn anymore.

I don't remember to start crying. It was like this one part of me still remembered him, still loved him. But me, I was in love with someone else.

Brian took a sip of his coffee and set the cup down on the table, looking at me. "Well, for one, you've been with him forever. The band and I have a bet going on if you stay together forever. And nobody is betting against it. Well, now that I think about it, it's not a smart bet...", he scratched his head and chuckled, making me laugh.

"Well, I have to find a hotel now or anything. Do you know if I have enough money to afford one? And how do I get my stuff. I'm not going back in there.", Brian grabbed my hand and warmth started to flood through my veins. Finally someone who cared about me. "You can stay at my place. And don't worry. I'll go get your stuff for you."

"Thank you so much Brian. You are literally my favourite person right now."

-

"So, you can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch.", Brian offered politely and I shook my head.

"No, absolutely not. I'm your guest. I'm fine with sleeping on the couch.", I grabbed my purse and threw it on the couch, dropping on it. It was really comfortable to sit on, but probably not to sleep on.

"So, wanna watch a movie?", he asked me and I nodded. He switched to Netflix and opened the movie 'a christmas prince 2'.

"Have you seen the first part yet?", he asked me, noticing the strange look I gave the tv when the title appeared.

"I think so. I think... I saw it with Shawn.", I started, and then the memory hit me.

"Do you want to watch this new movie that came out recently. It's with that actress you like. The one from this zombie show.", Shawn said, throwing himself on the couch in his sweatpants and holiday sweater. It was 4 days till christmas and while he was in full christmas- mode, I was more of a grinch. I never liked christmas, becuase usually it was just one big family fight. It sucked. My mum would fight with her mother, my nephew would get on my nerves, my clinically paranoid uncle would talk some bullshit about aliens invading the planet and the whole day would just suck.

"sure, lets watch it.", I said laughing, sitting down next to him in my lobster pink onesie, my greasy hair in a low ponytail, a green, glittery face mask on.

"Actually,", he stopped me from getting really comfy, "Why don't I get a face mask?"

"Seriously? You want a face mask? I can get you a face mask. But it'll be pink. I promise."

I just laughed but he got up and nodded convinced, like a little boy.

So I made him a face mask. He looked fabulous of course, like a unicorn.

"Alright. Now I'm happy", he said when we were laying on the couch again, I was in his arms, a bag of chhips on his legs and our facemasks on...

Brian snapped me out of my memory by grabbing my hand.
"We can watch something else if you want.", he said, understanding. But I shook my head.

"No. It's fine. Lets see it.", I lied down, my head on a pillow, that was lying on his lap.

He was gently stroking my hair as we watched the movie.

Just like Shawn always did.

Suddenly I sat up, looking at him.

"Is something wrong...", he started but I didn't let him finish. I grabbed the collar on his shirt and pressed my lips onto his.