chapter eighty
fake
[anya rose steinburg]
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shawn and i are currently in new york city, once again, for the press event for elle, and also to do another photoshoot for elle, which is taking place today. shawn currently is on a coffee run, while i sit in the hotel room, brian and geoff also accompanying me, but the three of us absorbed in our own world of work.

"where the fuck is shawn with these coffees?" brian curses, getting frustrated at his laptop.

"he left two minutes ago, can you shut it?" i moan, sighing.

"he has to be back fast anyway, you two have a photoshoot today." brian points out.

"oh wow, you say it like i don't know." i roll my eyes, typing away on my laptop. "you know geoff, i'm actually annoyed with sometime other than you, what a surprise!" i say sarcastically.

"you get annoyed at shawn all the time." brian points out again.

"hey, i haven't gotten annoyed at him for a while, since we got back together, everything has been perfect." i sigh in bliss, smiling softly to myself. "you know what you need?"

"what?" brian asks, looking up from his laptop.

"a girlfriend." i smirk. "come on, what's your type? let me set you up with someone!"

"i do not want a girlfriend." he grimaces. "i've already seen way too much love in the notebook, because shawn somehow always wants to watch that, and that only, and you and shawn."

"yeah, but, finding love is magical,you'll be happy, and not an uptight idiot." i say.

"why did shawn even start dating you?" brian contemplates. "you're such a bitch."

"hey, don't call my girlfriend a bitch." shawn comes in, carrying four coffees in one hand, sending me a wink. he slips off his shoes, walking to me, handing me a mug, and pecking my cheek gently. "hey baby."

"hey." i smile back, blushing softly.

"how's that essay going, hun?" he hands the other two coffees to geoff and brian, before sitting on the foot of the bed, putting my feet on his lap, and rubbing them softly.

"it's going okay, i mean i'm tired with the topic, but it's fine." i shrug, with a laugh.

"what were you guys even talking about before i got here?" brian sends me a look saying 'don't tell him', but i just smirk back, folding my arms.

"brian needs a girlfriend." i say. "that way, he would be less uptight."

"brian does not need a girlfriend, either way he will be uptight." brian butts in, making shawn, geoff and i laugh. "end of story."

"we should be leaving." shawn tells me. "i think the taxi is gonna be here in a few minutes."

"i'm cool with that, it'll give me a break from this crap, and brian." i shrug, making shawn laugh. "i also have someone coming over here at 6 for a dress fitting, i did tell you that, right?"

"yes you did, and i'll be staying here while you choose a dress for tomorrow." he smirks, pecking my cheek gently. "but, we really should be going."

"alright, is andrew meeting us there?" i ask, standing up and stretching out my back lightly.

"yes he is." shawn answers, whilst i grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder, and slipping on a pair of flats. "geoff, brian, go back to your rooms."

"alright dad." brian rolls his eyes, as i laugh, before the two leave the room, shawn and i behind them.

quickly racing down to the lobby, shawn and i get into our taxi, which starts driving off to the location of where the photoshoot is taking place, which is in another studio, yet again.

"i swear to god, i hate studio photoshoots." shawn mumbles, leaning down next to my ear. i breathe out a chuckle, rolling my eyes.

"oh it's fine shawn, now go and get yourself made up." i push him lightly, sending him a kiss, into the direction of a dressing room.

"don't take too long, beautiful." shawn smiles at me, blowing me a kiss, before the dressing room door shuts, and i'm pulled into the direction of styling.

"anya hi, where's shawn?" andrew shouts, entering the studio with a coffee.

"dressing room one." i answer, as my hair is pulled up into a tight top knot. "also, hey."

"thank you, and i'll speak soon." we both laugh, whilst my skin is covered in makeup, and dresses are being lined up next to me.

"what do you say, miss steinburg? embroidery or stripes?" a stylist asks me, holding up a black two piece dress, the top; an embroidered halter, and the skirt, a silky flared out tutu.

"embroidery, of course." i smile back, as the dress is pushed into my arms, and i'm rushed into a changing room, before i slip on the dress, coming out, and being greeted with shawn, who's wearing a black dress shirt, and black dress pants, a single red rose in his hands.

"wow." he whispers, a smile, and red tinges on his face. "how did i get so lucky?"

"shut up," i blush, as he links his arms around my waist, peppering my cheeks with kisses. "don't you look handsome?"

"thank you." he whispers, holding me to his chest. immediately, we hear cameras go off, and i look around confused.

"lets start it here!" the photographer yells. i shrug, shutting my eyes, and nestling my head against his chest.

"you're such a pro at this now." shawn chuckles to me, holding my hand, as i make my way up a spiral staircase in the studio. "careful, we don't want you falling and spraining your wrist."

"that was you, shawn, not me." i chuckle, sitting against one of the stairs, as shawn beams up at me. cameras flash yet again, as he runs up the stairs, sitting below me, and holding onto one of my hands.

"you're amazing." he says, helping me down the stairs, as we are both pushed into an outfit change.

i'm thrown into a black bralette, and a pair of boyfriend jeans, before my hair is taken down, and curled into loose waves, and i'm shoved out of the styling room, greeting a shirtless shawn, who's wearing just a pair of light denim jeans.

"well, hello sexy." i smirk, pecking his lips lightly, pulling away and resting my hands on his shoulders.

"you should wear this more often." shawn smirks back at me, picking me up from the hips, as i link my legs around his waist, giggling. he rushes to the set which now looks like a hotel room, well a messed up hotel room, and he lays me down on the bed, hovering over me. "i love you." he mumbles, a smile on his face.

"i love you more." i repeat, before he crashes his lips onto mine, flipping us over so i'm straddling him.

suddenly, i forget about the cameras, and i just focus on shawn. i forget the cameras are around us, clicking away, and i smile softly at the one i love. he smiles back, a soft blush at his cheeks, and his thumb running lightly over my hip. shawn sits up, and i end up arching my back, but still sitting on his lap. his hands clasp over my back, holding it softly.

"what is it, baby?" he asks softly, concern running over his face.

"nothing, it's nothing." i reassure him with a smile.

"good." he whispers, crashing his lips onto mine, and cupping one of my cheeks.

i pull away, getting off of shawn, and onto his back instead, linking my arms around his neck, pecking his cheek gently. i pull away, examining his tricep, where a tattoo lies, one designed by his fans, before seeing his forearm, where the his first tattoo is. i smile softly, tracing his tricep with my fingers, going over the ink that creates a masterpiece.

"what are you doing back there?" shawn asks, with a light chuckle.

"i love your tattoos." i reply, in awe. "i want a tattoo."

"well, think about it, and then i can get my tattoo artist to do one for you." he says to me softly. "just remember, i thought about my first tattoo for over a year."

"no, i know, i just love the way they look." i admire shawns first tattoo, tracing my fingers over the guitar shape, before sighing and crawling back next to him, holding his hands in mine.

"alright, we're done!" the photographer shouts. "you two really know how to show emotion." he compliments, as shawn and i get up, walking over to him. "well done, you two."

"quick questions, why was that so short and can we keep these clothes?" shawn asks, moving his legs about. "sorry, the jeans are really comfy." i shake my head, laughing lightly at him.

"yes you may keep them, and we have the photoshoot you did earlier on in the year." he says.

"yeah, about that, is there any chance we can get some of the prints on a canvas for us? i'd love some of them in my house." shawn asks, folding his arms.

"i suppose we can send you some in toronto, we'll send you a print of each of the ones we are featuring, the five ones in the album we gave you." he explains.

"thank you, so much." shawn bids him a goodbye, before we both get back into the dressing rooms. i put the shirt i was wearing over the jeans, followed by my jacket, and converse. i put my jeans i walked in with into my bag, before heading out of the door, seeing shawn talking to andrew and a few other people. shawn spots me, and he excuses himself, walking over to me with a smile.

"we have three hours before your fitting, what should we do?" he asks me softly, placing his hands on my waist.

"lets go get something to eat, i'm starving." i groan, as my stomach lets out a hunger noise.

"well i can definitely hear that, what do you fancy? chinese? indian? italian?" he holds onto my hand, as we make our way out of the building.

"italian!" i exclaim, making shawn laugh, as we see fans waiting outside the building. "go, i'll wait in the car."

"i'll be a few minutes, i promise." he pecks my cheek, walking to the group, as i sigh, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, and walking to the taxi.

"wait, anya!" shawn yells, making me turn around. "they want to talk to you too!" i smile, shaking my head, before walking back over to shawn and the group of four fans, who's phones are no where to be seen.

"hey." i say to all of them, as shawn wraps his arm around my waist. "you guys aren't taking pictures with him?"

"we're not about that life." one of them says. "shawn deserves more than to have a phone shoved into his face."

"i know, i'm just so used to having to take pictures, it's really weird." shawn says, with a light chuckle. "anyway, we should be going, i'll see you guys soon."

"good luck for australia and asia if we don't see you before! are you guys staying in new york until then?"

"no, we're headed to london for our anniversary, go to where it all started." shawn says, looking down at me. "but we will be back soon."

"define soon." the blonde says, making me laugh. "sorry, my friend in london always says that whenever you come online on twitter, i had to."

"oh, i see those tweets." i laugh. "i think i've met her a couple times."

"you never show me them, point her out to me if we see her next week." shawn says to me, nudging me softly. "okay, but we really have to be going, thank you guys so much for the gift." he says, holding up a bag i have not yet noticed.

"it's okay, and we didn't really know what else to give you, but we hope you like the tea pods. they can be used in a nexpresso machine." one of them explains.

"oh that's great, i just bought a new nexpresso machine actually, i'll try these when i'm home. thank you guys, i'll see you soon." he bids them all bye with a hug, and i wave, as shawn and i walk to the taxi, hands joint. "can we just get room service from the hotel?"

"of course." i smile at him, as he squeezes my hand gently, rubbing the back of my knuckles with his fingers. "shawn?"

"hmm?" he hums, looking out of the car window at the rolling scenery.

"nothing, i just love you." i sigh, leaning my head down on his shoulder, shutting my eyes. i feel him place a kiss onto my head, before he puts his other arm around me, rubbing my shoulder gently.

"i love you too," he replies, squeezing my hand again.

in that moment, i realise how much i truly love shawn, and how happy he makes me, just by uttering those small, simple words. shawn is my one and only, i hope.
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"i like the white one." shawn says, taking a sip of his water bottle, and leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

"i've only tried on a white one." i chuckle, as a dress that i'm currently trying on is zipped up.

"yeah, exactly." he says, sending me a smile. "you'd look gorgeous in anything."

"aw, you're sweet." i smile back at him, as the stylist adjusts the skirt slightly. i look in the mirror, seeing myself in a full length red dress, with a sweetheart neckline and red sequins creating a glittered effect on the top bust.

"i love that one." shawn says, admiring my appearance.

"i don't know, maybe i'll try on that midnight blue one?" i sigh, pointing at the mid shin dress that has a blue tutu and a blue top in a two piece. the dress i'm currently wearing gets removed, and immediately i am put into the midnight blue dress, falling in love within seconds.

"wow," shawn breathes, standing up and walking to behind me, linking his arms around my waist. "baby, you look stunning."

"thank you." i smile, as shawn peppers kisses onto my cheek. "i like this one."

"i'll keep this one on hold for you then." the stylist smiles at me, zipping up all the other dresses back into their bags, and leaving the midnight blue dress, which i have now removed, hanging on the wall of the hotel room. "i'll get your dressing team to pin it in slightly, the top is a little bit too big."

"great, thank you." i smile, leading her out of the hotel room. "have a good night."

"you too, see you on your next fitting."
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i see shawn in two days, then three, then the following week again i'm-