#bubblegumbitch

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WARNINGS: Fighting, crying, angst, the usual.

Requested!

“What do you say about moving in with me?” Shawn looked down to your head resting on his chest.

You tilted your chin upwards, “to Toronto?” 

He nodded his head, “Yeah, Toronto.” You bit your lip at the thought. 

“Yes,” you decided, “yes, I would love to.” You sat up, crawling over him so you were on top, giving him a kiss. The thought of it was perfect. Or it sounded perfect.

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That was a year ago, the memory still fond but the aftermath less so. 

 Sure you technically lived with Shawn but he was always away on tour, and when he wasn’t it seemed he wanted to be anywhere but home. Life in Canada wasn’t necessarily bad but it was lonely. You were from the states and had met Shawn when he was doing a show in Denver. 

You were getting coffee at a cafe near his hotel that he happened to be in. Not to sound stupid but it was pretty much love at first sight, the most cliche meeting. When you were walking over to a table he was getting out of his seat, neither of you paying attention, and so when he stepped back and spun around he walked right into you. And y’know, Shawn is a big guy, 6’0, you, on the other hand, not so much (5’4”). He knocked you right over causing you to drop your book and coffee. He apologized profusely and offered to buy you another coffee and book, seeing at your drink ruined all the pages. You recognized him almost immediately and awkwardly agreed to let him. That was your first date. You decided to get your coffee to go and then you took him to your favorite book store. A little whole in the wall gem. By the end of the day Shawn was completely enamored by you, your laugh, the way you talked about the different books you’d bought, how you saw a dog walking down the street and launched into a story about your childhood dog. Yup, Shawn knew you had him hook, line, and sinker. When he knew he had to get back to do his concert he couldn’t just let it end there so he asked for your number. You obviously gave it to him, and the rest was history. 

Yeah, it was the greatest love story ever told, at least to you. But lately you’ve began to think overwise. It felt like the magic was gone, and you weren’t sure you could get it back. 

When Shawn got late home one night after hanging out with his friend, and not you, you decided it was time for a talk. 

Shawn strolled into the living room where you were sitting. 

“Shawn?” you called out. He jumped and spun around, clearly surprised. 

“Jeez, Y/N, why are you sittin’ in the dark?”

You stood up and wrapped your blanket around you tighter, “I was waiting for you, I figured you’d be home sooner” not that you knew why, he was always home late these days. 

“The boys and I got caught up.” 

“As usual,” you mumbled. 

“Excuse me?” he asked incredulously. 

“I said as usual!” you shouted.

“Are you saying I can’t hang out with my friends?” he snapped. 

“Of course not Shawn, you’re just always away on tour and when you’re here you don’t wanna be with me!”

“I hang out with you plenty!”

“When was our last date night?” you questioned. “Do you even remember?”

Shawn was quiet for a second. 

“That’s my point!” you cried, “you don’t even remember when that was!”

Shawn got defensive, “I’m sorry my life is busy Y/N, you knew that when you agreed to date me!”

You scoffed, “I thought when we moved in together maybe that would help, I was wrong!”

He rolled his eyes, “So what? Suddenly it’s not worth it?” 

“I gave up my life for you! I left my family, my job, my education to be with you! And y’know maybe that was a mistake! Maybe I shouldn’t have moved to Canada just to be with some guy!”

He stared at you, “So I’m just some guy to you?” 

You bite your lip, the tears continued their journey down your face. “Well with how little you seem to care I can’t really call you my boyfriend.” Those words really got to Shawn. But he hid his emotions from you, for the first time in the two years you were dating. “Whatever” 

…..

Whatever

Ha! Clearly he cares so much.

Before you could start the whole fight over again he went back to the coat rack and grabbed his leather jacket, “I’m staying at Brian’s tonight.” then left.

And you knew at that moment that it was over, that was it.

You went into your his bedroom and grabbed your suitcase from the closet. You threw all your clothes and belongings into it, at least all the ones you still wanted. You had never been a person to have a bunch of useless items, which made this a lot easier physically, but not mentally. You couldn’t stay here knowing he didn’t love you anymore. Thankfully you were still a legal citizen of the US and never bothered to officially convert to Canadianism. You booked a hotel room for the night, knowing you couldn’t get a flight back to Colorado at this hour. But as soon as the sun was up, you were gone. 

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