Your age: 12

Your mum -Camila

Y/n/n - your nickname

~don't know what to call this one, it's not very good and i wrote it at like 3 am~

Shawn's POV:

I frowned as my daughter rushed straight past me and out the doors of the arena. My family had come down to see me perform and Camila and y/n were already with me. I hadn't seen y/n since this morning since I picked my sister and parents up, so it was weird when she ran past me without saying hello. I then saw Camila going in the same direction as y/n.

"Hey! What's going on?" I asked

"She's in a mood and was being rude and isn't apologising" she sighed.

"Why is she-" I was cut off by my manager saying it was time to go on stage.

"You go. I'll find her."

"Call me or my family if anything happens" and with that I was running on stage, worried about my daughter.

~After the performance~

I ran off stage and looked for Camila.

"Did you find her?"

"Yeah, she's at your apartment." She replied.

"Did you find out what was wrong?"

"No. She ignored me when I asked."

"That's unacceptable. Your her mother, she can't act like that towards you."

"Shawny boy, calm down. She's just hurt and upset over something, give her time and she'll be okay." She said and gently kissed me now.

"You were amazing out there" Camila told me as we walked back with my family.

"Hey, where's y/n?" Aaliyah asked looking around.

"She's at the apartment, she ran off and refused to come back." I said with a sigh.

After grabbing dinner at a little dinner restaurant, me and Camila went back home. On the way home we stopped at McDonald's and got y/n something to eat if she wanted it.

Your POV:

You felt bad about missing your dads show but you felt worse about being rude to your mum. While they were at the concert, you decided to watch Harry Potter. So you got a drink and some snacks and the blanket you've had since you were little and were soon curled up under the blanket watching Harry Potter.

You realised you must have fell asleep watching Harry Potter when you heard the door shut.

"Y/n?" Your mums voice called.

"In here" you said a lot quieter, quickly being overcome with guilt for the way you treated her.

"We brought you some food if your hungry darling, I'll be in the shower if you guys need anything" she said.

My dad placed a McDonald's bag and drink on my lap and walked past me without saying anything. I sighed and realised how much I messed up. I bit my lip and realised I should apologise so I got up and went to my parents bedroom and waited for my mum to finish her shower.

"Y/n? What are you doing? Hey, what's wrong, y/n/n?" She said as she walked in the room with a towel on.

"I-I'm sorry for being rude and ignoring you earlier mum"

"It's alright, I forgive you my sweet girl, is Everything okay?"

"No, dad isn't talking to me, is he mad I didn't see his concert?"

"I'll find out for you, he won't be mad you didn't go to his concert. Why don't you go get into bed and watch some tv?"

"Okay mum, I love you"

"I love you too" she pressed a kiss to your forehead and finished getting dressed while you went to get into bed.

You shut your door behind you and walked over to your bed, climbing under the covers. Your stomach growled after a while and you realised you hadn't eaten dinner. You got out of bed and opened the door, only to run into your dad.

"Hi" you whispered

"Hi baby girl, I uh brought your food up"

"Thank you dad. Can we talk?"

"Yeah of course, we can talk anytime you want to baby" he replied and you both went and sat on your bed after shutting the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't watch you perform tonight"

"I'm not upset about that y/n, I just want to know why you ran off and were rude to your mum, is there something going on you haven't told us?"

"I don't really know why I ran. I just felt like, I don't really know I just became really anxious and there was like a voice in my head telling me to run because no one would understand. I'm really sorry."

"Hey, c'mon now, none of that, and you can come to me next time you feel like that you, alright?"

"Okay"

"It's okay to feel like that, I feel like that I sometimes as well. I was just a little bit older than you when it started feeling like that. And grandma Karen, took me to the doctor who gave me some medicine for when it gets really bad and I went to therapy sometimes just to talk about it with someone who didn't really know. And if you think it could help we could find a doctor and help you feel better, yeah? You just need to tell me or your mum or someone about what your feeling because there are so many people out there that care about you and want you to be happy darling"

He pulled me into a hug and we went to the doctor in a few days and found out I had a mild anxiety attack and was given some medicine for it and began therapy sessions.