ALL YOURS...SHAWN MENDES

chapter thirty-one

shawn mendes
los angeles, california
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it's been one week that bails stopped to talk, she only talked for saying goodbye or
goodnight and i love you to brooke. she had been so distant, i'm scared that she may leave us. i walked in the big hallway who lead to her office, before i opened the door kyle grabbed my wrist.

"shawn, she is not in the mood today." he said

i groaned. "kyle if you didn't notice, it's been a week that she isn't in the mood."

"i know, i don't know what's wrong with her." he sighed

i rolled my eyes. "listen, i just need to open her eyes so would you let me walk in
please?" i said as he released my wrist. "thank you."

i opened the door and saw bailey smoking a cigarette, i walked towards her and took the cigarette and threw it away.

"shawn!" she yelled.

"bailey! you need to open your eyes!" i yelled. "you are hurting everyone!"

she scoffed. "what?"

"you are hurting brooke, your parents and me!" i said. "you don't even talk anymore."
i added. "and since when do you smoke?"

"i don't know." she said. "i'm so lost, shawn i'm sorry." she added crying, she sat on the
floor and put her face between her hands. "i'm a horrible girlfriend and mother."

i kneeled and wrapped my arms around her. "no you're not."

"of course, i am!" she said making me groaned.

"you're not babe." i caressed her head until the cries stopped. "look at me." she looked up at me as i cupped her face and smashed
my lips on hers.

"why?" she asked

"you are the most amazing woman i've ever met. i love you bails." i said rubbing her cheek.

"what about we go to the movies tonight with brooke?" she asked as i smiled

"that's the woman i know!" i replied making her laugh

"do you need to go back to work?" she pouted as i sighed

"i'm taking you out for lunch miss." i said

"okay sir." she replied kissing my cheek lightly.

i was glad that she was feeling better.

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hola! quick update :(

sorry for the mistakes

UPDATE FROM EDITING: The more I read, the more I find it cringe LMAO