HIYA ALL HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL AND HAPPY!! This is an idea that randomly came to me lol hope you like ittt xxx

Shawn's POV

My career has just started, and man my life has changed - Life of the Party just peaked at number 24 in the US, and my follower count is increasing by the day. I'm so happy that I get to live my dreams, but at the same time its very overwhelming. People are already saying that I'm going to be a one hit wonder, or that my music is gonna be shit. I'm finding being in the public eye very difficult, and its really getting to me right now.

I'm sitting in my room, crying my eyes out. I check my phone, and see one comment that stands out

@hwfsa shawn should just kill himself he's so ugly and can't even sing.

Why does it hurt so much? I don't even know this person, yet the comment fucking hurts. I go into the bathroom and pick the blade out of my shaver. I make one cut, then stop and look at myself in the mirror - eyes puffy, pinkish cheeks. Why am I like this?

"Shawn" its Aaliyah. "I need the toilet. Hurry up." I cover my arm and push past her. I lock my bedroom door and sit against it, sobbing. I hear footsteps. Its my mum.

"Shawn, lovey open the door." My mum knocks on the door. I couldn't let her see me like this. I grab my phone from my pocket. Bad move. I see more comments about critics being so damn critical about my career. Why am I such a failure? I make another cut on my arm. Then a third. It hurts so bad but feels so right. I'm about to make a fourth one but I hear my sister at the door. I'm so selfish - how do I explain this to a nine year old? I then get a call from Y/N, my girlfriend. I answer it but I can't speak.

"Shawn, you're mum's told me you're upset, are you crying?" Her voice calms me.

"C...can you come o...over?" My heart is racing fast, feeling like its about to explode any second. I feel sweaty, so I take my hoodie off.

"I'm almost here, just hold on okay. Stay with me." A minute later I hear a knock.

"Shawn. Its Y/N. Please let me in."

"Just you?"

"Okay...just me." I hear her tell my mum to stay back for a second. I unlock the door and she comes in, sitting beside me.

Your POV

I go into Shawn's room. He's sat on the  floor leaning against the wall. I sit beside him, putting my arm around his shoulder. He then digs his head into my shoulder, and I ruffle his hair, trying to calm him.

I then notice a few drops of blood near where he's sat. I gently lift his hand up and see three fresh cuts. He begins to break down. I let him sit between my legs (don't) and he sobs into my chest. Karen then comes in, and rubs his back.

"Can you get some bandages" I whisper and her brows rise at realisation. She then grabs the first aid kid and passes it to me.

"M...mum can you give us a min?" Shawn says, not lifting his head up. Karen leaves and closes the door.

"Let's sit you onto the bed" I help him up. I'm 5ft 8 and in heels, he's 5ft 10 and growing, so I'm able to get a good grip on him as if I didn't he would have fallen. I sit him down and lift his legs up, putting a blanket over him. I get the first aid kid and clean his cuts, then bandage up his wrists.

"Come here" he rests his head on my shoulder. "What's the matter?" I ask him, taking my fingers through his curls.

"Its just so...so overwhelming. This whole career." He tells me, sighing.

"Why don't you try to get the emotions out? Like I sometimes record how I'm feeling which helps."

"I could w...write a song." He looks up at me. I smile and kiss him.

"That's a good idea." I then notice he looks tired - he has huge eye bags, probably from lack of sleep due to the press tour he has just been on. "Do you want to sleep love?" He nods and puts his head on my chest and lays between my legs. I gently rock him, easing him to sleep.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Shawn's POV

I'm performing in Toronto tonight, its my first home show and Y/N and all my family are here to support me.

"I wrote this a few months ago, when life got overwhelming because of how quickly everything was going. This song is one that everyone can relate to, I think. This is A Little Too Much."

I strum my guitar, and see Y/N. I smile at her and start to sing.

"She would not show that she was afraid,
But being and feeling alone was too much to face,
Though everyone said that she was so strong,
What they didn't know is that she could barely carry on,

But she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn't let it get in her way,

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much,

She would always tell herself she could do this
She would use no help it would be just fine
But when it got hard she would lose her focus
So take my hand and we'll be alright

And she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn't let it get in her way,

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much, yeah.

A little too much, I said a little too much, oh

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much yeah!

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much"

"Thank you Toronto!"

AND THATS IT.

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