Until My Last Breath

Chapter 81

Come on, if he rather spends time with his „best friend" I shouldn't be in the way of it. Isn't that what good girlfriends do? I sigh as I realize that he was in the same situation.

Carter even confessed that he loves me but Shawn still doesn't say anything when we FaceTime or call for hours. Ugh.... why do I have to make myself feel guilty?

„Rose?" „Huh?" I ask, realizing that I'm still on the phone with Shawn. „Are you sure? Ava said that it looked pretty bad."

"Trust me it's fine. I think it was just a panic attack. Now don't worry and finish whatever you have to do. See ya." I reply, annoyance lacing trough my voice but I couldn't care less right now.

I hang up before he got the chance to speak. „Rose why are you lying to him? That's exactly what you shouldn't do." Ava says, glancing at me every now and then.

"I'm not lying." Just a bit... „It was only a panic attack and there's nothing he could do about it anyways." I add, averting my eyes out of the window while stuffing my still slightly shaky hands into the pockets of my jacket.

I could hear her sigh defeatedly, knowing she won't be able to change my mind anyways. Closing my eyes I lean back, silence overcoming the rest of the car ride only to be interrupted my Shawn texting or calling me, so I shut my phone off.

It was probably a bit obvious that something's wrong but I'll just text him later. As soon as we arrive in the hotel, Ava insists to walk into my hotel room with me. "Ava thank you but I can go in on my own." I say, noticing that the door is already open as I was about to unlock it.

Frowning, I push it fully open to reveal him sitting on the bed, running a hand trough his already messed up hair. "Shawn, what are you doing here?" I ask, surprised. He on the other hand looks everything other than happy.

"I guess you are fine now. Bye guys." Ava says awkwardly before she disappears through the door, leaving me and Shawn alone. "So why are you not in the studio?" I question, taking off my jacket and placing it on the bed next to him.

"Oh maybe because Mrs. "It's only a panic attack" didn't text or call back? Or maybe because she just hung up?" Shawn asks back ironically while he follows me into the bathroom. "My phone died." I sigh, opening the cabinet to take out the medicine I got from the doctor last time.

"You could have called me from Ava's phone." Shawn states, crossing his arms as he eyes me through the mirror. "I didn't think you would call me when I already told you that I'm fine." I reply, splashing water into my face before taking my make up bag out.

The dinner is in about half an hour. That has to be enough time. "Yeah of course. Already forgot that you shouldn't put yourself in stressful situations?" Shawn asks, stepping closer to me.

"It's not my fault that the paparazzi followed us Shawn!" I snap, turning to him. "I didn't say that Rose!"

"Yeah then what do you want? I'm not the one who ditched the other again because of..." "Because of what huh? I told you I have a lot of stuff to do lately. And now it's my fault?" Shawn laughs drily.

"You know what? Just forget it. It's always the same with you." I mutter quietly, turning back to the mirror. "Really Rose? God, just tell me why you are so mad. Is it because I didn't come with you today?" Shawn scoffs, rubbing his hand over his face.

My blood starts to boil even mor because of how oblivious he is but before I could answer his phone starts to ring. He takes it out, mumbling a short 'wait a minute' while heading out of the bathroom.

"Hey Andrew..." At least it's not her. I don't want to fight with him but as if he doesn't know what's wrong. Or does he not even notice that he already put me off four times? Oh come on.

I know I probably shouldn't be like that and I get that he has much to do but to me, meeting up with Camila isn't being busy. A few minutes later I hear his footsteps approaching me from behind.

"What are you doing?" Shawn questions as I take of the hair tie which I used for my bun, since my make up is finished.

„Getting ready for the dinner." "Are you kidding me? You just had a panic attack." Shawn states, stepping in front of me so I can't walk out of the bathroom.

"I told you I'm feeling good. Don't want me there huh?" I chuckle rolling my eyes as I push past him. "So you can spend more time with your precious Camila." I mumble quietly as I get my dress from the bed.

"What did you say?" Shawn asks, leaning against the door frame. His arms crossed and jaw clenched slightly. "Oh nothing important." I answer, turning my back to Shawn as I pull my shirt over my head.

I could feel his eyes watching me intensely but this time I don't care. I bend a little over to remove my jeans, revealing the black underwear I'm luckily wearing, before throwing them on the bed next to my shirt.

A little smile grows on my face as I don't hear another word from him. I could feel his gaze on every inch of my skin but as I feel myself getting uncomfortable again, I quickly slip the dress on.

Turning around, I sit down on the bed to put my high heels on, like nothing happened.

Shawn is still standing in the same spot, his lower lip between his teeth. It takes a lot from me not to start grinning.

I guess he is not in the mood to fight anymore. Finally I put on my jacket, moving my hair to the front so it flows over my shoulders a bit.

"Let's go." I say, heading to the door without another glance at him. I could only hear a grumbled 'fine' before he eventually follows me.