Your POV

As you and Mrs. Catherine looked through the Sephora, you couldn't help but wish you could have done this with your mom. She kept pulling things off the shelf and putting it on your face saying things like 'that looks perfect on you' or 'you should get this'. It was like you and her knew each other in another life. Walking around with her made you think about all of the times you two would do this again, you had every intention of taking this relationship seriously and frankly you would stick around just for his parents. They were so kind and friendly, they bragged about Shayne and talked about his brothers constantly. It made you wonder if this is what supportive parents were like all of the time. Your parents always felt it was necessary to mention their disappointment or make jokes about your weight, Shaynes mom always talked about her kids with admiration and love; two things you never received from yours. 

"I think it's about time we call it a day, don't you think?" She turns to you as you look at a lipstick. 

"I think the guys are probably tired of waiting for us," you laugh, placing it back on the shelf.

"Shayne would wait forever if it meant you were the one he was waiting on." She says nonchalantly.  

Her comment was unexpected but made butterflies fill to your stomach. "O-oh, you really think so?" 

"Y/n I raised Shayne to be genuine and honest. When he moved to LA he got sucked into the culture of dating girls who looked a certain way, and in doing that he lost a bit of himself. When he dated Nicole she sucked the life out of him, he stopped calling us and didn't visit. Since he has been talking to, well now dating you, he seems so much happier. I wouldn't consider myself hard to get along with but you make it a breeze to be around, not to mention fun. I have never met a girl that is as easy going as you. I really hope you and Shayne are more than a fling." She winks, hooking arms again and walking out of the store. 

As you round the corner you see Shayne and his dad sitting on a bench. They are talking about something but stop when they see you. A smile grows on Shaynes face when he sees you coming his way, he stands and opens his arms. He envelops you in a tight hug and you breathe in his cologne. There's nothing better than a good smelling man, especially when he's my man. You pull away from the hug and stand next to him, his arm around your shoulder and yours around his waist. 

"Dinner?" His Dad offers. 

"You read my mind," you laugh, wrapping your free hand around Shayne. 

... 

Dinner was amazing. Shayne made reservations at an Italian restaurant and you sat next to his mom this time. As a group everyone joked and laughed, Shayne and his dad were trying to see who could do a better Italian accent. 

"Okay y/n you have to vote on whose was better." His dad puts you on the spot. 

"Oh gosh, I might be biased but I think Mr. Robert was better," you scrunch your face together and laugh. 

Shaynes mouth is wide open. "What! No way, I am so better." he shakes his head at you. 

... 

Shayne drives his parents to their hotel and drops them off. You get out and give both of them hugs and say goodbye for now. 

"I wish we could stay longer but Robert has work to get done for Monday. Hopefully we'll get to see you both again soon." she looks at you and then at Shayne. 

"I can't wait. Maybe next time we can go shopping without them." you give her a big smile. 

She gives you a wink, hugs you again and then Shayne. They walk into the hotel and you watch them disappear into the elevator. You turn to Shayne and meet his eyes that were already on you. 

"Let's go back to my place," he gives you look that you haven't seen before. 

"Okay, but i'm telling you now that I plan on stealing at least one hoodie and a pair of sweatpants." you say smugly. You hop in the car and he drives you back to his place. 

... 

Shayne opens his apartment door and ushers you inside. Looking around you don't see Damien, but notice a light is shining from underneath the bedroom next to the TV. You assume he's home, just in his room. You weren't sure what time it was but you didn't have anything going on so you could stay the night and not have to worry about school. Shayne places his hand on your lower back and leads you to the room next to the kitchen. He flicks the light on and you look around, noticing a full bookshelf, a desk, a TV with game consoles, and a well made bed. 

He heads into the bathroom. "I'll be back in a sec, make yourself comfortable." he smiles and closes the door. 

The walls are slightly barren, but pictures hung on a few. Each photo contained him; one had his entire family, another had his work friends, and the last had one of him and Nicole. The one with Nicole was taken on the couch, she sits on his lap and is laughing at something he said. Her smile is wide and he's looking at her with a soft smile on his face, arms around her thigh. He looks so in love. 

He doesn't look at me that way. It's not like I expect him to, I've only known him for 2 months and have been dating for not even a week but still.  

Envy filled your mind and every piece of you wanted to pull the picture down off the wall and throw it away. You feel your cheeks get flushed and anger bubbles in your head. You walk closer to the photo and tears begin to fill your eyes. You've been single for so long but you've wanted to be treated like that, to be loved and cherished, to be worthy of hanging on a wall in someones bedroom. A warm tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly brush it off. 

Why am I crying? Am I mad? Am I sad? I'm so confused.

The bathroom door opens and Shayne walks out shirtless and in his boxers. Your head turns to the left to see him. He has a tired look on his face until he realizes your crying. 

"Hey yo- woah woah woah, what's going on," he moves towards you, you take a step back to not let him get too close. 

You take in a deep breath and think about how to phrase it best. 

"I need you to answer a question for me with 100% honesty." you put your hand up to keep him from touching you. His head nods at the request, looking down at your hand and back up at you. 

"Do you still have feelings for her? Seeing this picture on the wall gives me the feeling you do." you point at the picture and he looks. 

He looks up at the photo and sinks a bit, his hands rub his face. He lets out a sigh and sits down on the edge of his bed. Your hands fall to your sides, the tears coming down strong now. 

"Shayne if you're not all in I don't want to do this. I am not going to get heartbroken again. You made me a promise and god dang it if you weren't serious you'll never hear from me again." Anger spewed from your lips as your mind swirls. 

Was any of this real? Was it all for show? Is he dating me out of pity?   

He stays quiet for what feels like an eternity. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone. You click Sophias' name and call her, walking out of his room. 

"Y/n wait, let me explain," Shayne follows you out. 

"Hello?" Sophia sounds like she's been asleep. 

"I need you to come get me," you sniffle into the phone.

"I'm on my way, send me the address." you hear a door close and a car start, the call ends and you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort and lean against a wall. 

"Please don't leave, I just need to think about how to explain myself," he steps in front of you. 

"You shouldn't have to, you made the decision to start this and you should have been sure about it." You look into his eyes and see he's crying. It didn't matter to you, you were fuming. 

"Y/n please." he pleas. 

You hear a door open and Damiens head pops out. 

"Is everything okay?" he raises an eyebrow. 

A knock on the door interrupts the conversation. You quickly walk over and open it to see Sophia. She pulls you into a hug and shoots Shayne a glare. 

"You better have a good explanation for this." She pulls the door shut and takes you home. 

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