chapter eighty-three
fake
[anya rose steinburg]
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leaning my head on shawns shoulder, i gaze out of the plane window, as we fly over the clouds. being the only two people on the private flight, shawns playing his music out loud, and his arm is wrapped around me. he leans down, picking up his phone and turning it on, seeing we have just passed through a timezone, meaning his phone time has gone forward an hour.

"happy anniversary, baby." he whispers, pecking my forehead.

"happy anniversary, gorgeous." i reply, sighing and burying my head in shawns chest, shutting my eyes.

"don't sleep now, we're gonna be landing in a bit." he says softly to me.

"but i'm so tired shawn." i moan, grumbling as shawn lifts my head from his chest.

"i know you are, but when we get yo the hotel, you can sleep. it'll be about 11pm then." he suggests, compromising with me.

"alright." i sigh, sitting up in my seat. "one year, huh?" i smirk tiredly, as shawn sends me a goofy smile.

"one year." he repeats. "remember when i basically chased you out of the car?" i chuckle softly at him, nodding my head.

"i hated you from the minute i saw you, but somehow you turned that round quick." i fold my arms, laughing at him.

"what can i say? i have that effect on people." his lips turn upward into a laugh, as i roll my eyes, lightly shoving him. "i'm kidding."

"i'm really glad i met you." i say softly, turning so my hand is resting on his chest and i'm looking into his caramel eyes.

"same here hunny." he whispers. "you're one of the closest people to me, and you will be for a while now. i love you so much, anya."

"i love you so much more, shawn." i return. "this time, last year, i never would've thought you would become my best friend, let alone my boyfriend."

"i've been friendzoned then?" he smirks, chuckling slightly.

"not like that!" i nudge him. "but i mean it, you're my best friend, you're the most important person in my life right now." i say quietly. "i really do appreciate you shawn, and i know sometimes i push you into situations where it's like i don't appreciate you at all, or i am a stuck up bitch, or i've taken something out of context, but shawn, you really mean so much to me and i just want you to understand that i don't ever like hurting you, and i'm sorry if i do." i say quickly.

"my love, you don't hurt me at all." he says softly. "don't worry about all of this, people do fight in relationships."

"i know, but it was at a point where we couldn't go a day without fighting and i just don't want that to be the case again." i take a breath. "especially since you're gonna be away most of the time next year, until the end of april, and i don't know, i guess i'm scared."

"i am too, but we will make it work, i promise." shawn found out that it's not in upstate new york, where he originally thought it was to be, but in california, in a studio near downtown la. he was heartbroken when he found out, because this way we have to cooperate with timezones, as well as being away from each other. "but for now, lets not waste our time together."

"we will be landing in approximately 32 minutes, the temperature outside in london, is currently at a fresh 17 degrees celsius, and just passed midnight, enjoy the rest of your flight." the attendant intercom says, making shawn sigh, and put down his phone, wrapping his arm around me.

"happy one year." he whispers softly. "your presents are in my bag, and everything else is at the hotel." he says tiredly.

"shawn, i thought we decided no presents or nothing special?" i chuckle, as he playfully glares at me.

"what can i say? i love spoiling my girlfriend." he pecks my forehead gently. "but i think that once we get to the hotel, we should sleep."

"i agree." i yawn, pulling my knees up to my chest. "i call the right side."

"damn, i love the right side." shawn grumbles, as i laugh, shaking my head.

"i called dibs." i shrug. "sorry shawn, you're gonna have to have the left side."

"fine." he mutters, a moody look on his face.

"i don't know why you're moody, we're gonna end up in the middle of the bed anyway." i chuckle, making shawn smile. "don't be moody, today's a good day."

"i'm not moody, and you know that." he nudges me again. "god, i'm gonna fall asleep on the ride to the hotel."

"you changed it back to the usual one right?" i ask. "no offence, but the ritz is too posh."

"yes, yes i did." he laughs. "i like our usual one, we'll just keep it on the low that we're in london."

"i don't mind your fans, but it's just some of them don't understand what boundaries are, and that pisses me off." i say. "i know you love them, and i know you appreciate them, but they do get really annoying when they camp outside the hotel."

"i know what you mean." shawn says quietly. "i see those same four or five girls every single time i come out, i mean, do they have school?"

"probably." i shrug. "but shawn, you can say no, you do realise that, right?"

"i know, and i will, especially this trip." he pecks my lips briefly, before we both return to our own seats, getting ready for the landing.

the plane smoothly touches ground, and shawn and i quickly walk down the stairs, our bodyguard for this trip waiting at the door of a car, our suitcases and shawns guitars already packed in the cars boot.

"wait, baby." shawn says, stopping me in my tracks. i turn around, facing him again, as he smiles gently at me, walking forward, cupping my cheeks, and planting his lips onto mine.

"what was that for?" i ask, pulling away, and a red tinge at my cheeks.

"oh, just something little, and different to our kisses on the plane." he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "i love you."

"i love you." i repeat, sending him a reassuring smile. "come on, lets get to the hotel."
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shawns heavy breaths are the only sound occupying our hotel room, the late morning sun streaming through the window overlooking the river. i turn around, shawns hand over my waist, as i examine his features, running my hand gently through his hair.

"'my bounty is as boundless and the sea, my love as deep; the more i give to thee, the more i have, for both are infinite.'" i say softly, trailing my finger tips over his cheek.

"brushing up on romeo and juliet, i see?" shawn says in his morning voice, a smile lying on his lips, his eyes still shut.

"of course." i mumble, leaning over and kissing his lips gently.

"oh, wow!" he exclaims. "'you kiss by the book.'" he quotes, making me laugh. "happy anniversary, anya."

"happy anniversary, shawn." i respond, sighing, and sitting up, holding the duvet over my bare chest. "what's the plan for today?"

"well," he pauses, letting go of my waist, and leaning over the bed, as he quickly puts on a pair of boxers, and his sweatpants, before standing up, and walking to the door, opening it. i look at him confused, whilst he brings out a tray of breakfast, placing it on the table in our room. "bon appetite."

"shawn," i laugh, as he throws me one of his shirts, as i quickly pull it over me, grabbing a pair of underwear, and putting them on too.

"so, there's pancakes, and fruit, and coffee." he explains. "and waffles for me."

"what if i want waffles?" i tease.

"then you can have them." he quickly swaps our plates around, as i laugh, rolling my eyes.

"keep your waffles, dork." i laugh, as shawn playfully glares at me, pulling out one of the chairs for me to sit in. "thanks, hun."

"you're welcome." he tucks me in, before sitting down in another chair himself. "wait."

"teeth." i sigh, standing up and walking to the bathroom, shawn trailing behind me.

we quickly brush our teeth, before heading back to the main room, sitting back at the table, admiring the food in front of us.

"so, today..." he trails off. "i booked us the harry potter studio tour, and it's a private one, after hours." he says quietly, after we've both finished our breakfast.

"oh wow, i love you." i laugh. "what time?"

"it's at 8pm, so we have the entire day to do whatever we want to do." he smiles at me. "wait, presents!"

"me first!" i jump out of my seat, rushing to my bag, getting out the gifts i bought shawn.

"open the box first!" i urge, pushing the gifts over to him. he laughs, shaking his head at me.

"you didn't have to get me anything, anya." he says softly, opening up the wrapping, revealing a wooden box.

"yeah, and you didn't have to get me anything, so therefore your opinion is invalid." i explain, as shawn opens up the lid to the box, revealing the silver rolex i bought him.

"oh wow, hunny." he says, in awe. "i love it."

"you do? i wasn't too sure about it, but-" he cuts me off, standing up and pecking my lips.

"thank you so much, i love it." he says, smiling at me.

"i'm glad, okay now other gifts." i nod at the other four packages lying on the table. he opens two of them, taking out a white button up, and a set of new guitar picks, before opening the last two, which consist of a new pair of raybans, and a set of cufflinks with his initials on them.

"anya, these are amazing, thank you, babe." he leans over, pecking my lips.

"that's not all, when you're back in toronto, there's a couple gifts there, that were too big to bring with us." i shrug. "i'm glad you like them."

"i love them, i'll wear the button up today." he smiles gently at me. "okay, your turn." he hands me a large gift bag, with a regular sized card on the front.

"oh shit, i forgot the card in toronto." i curse, as shawn laughs. i open it up, but shawn quickly stops me.

"before you take this the wrong way, it's not really a card, they are lyrics, but i wrote them when we were broken up, and i found them, and i wanted you to have them, so here." he says softly. "don't be mad at me, they are a little offensive."

"calling me a drug is okay shawn, don't be sorry about it." i laugh, reading through the lyrics. "shawn, this song is beautiful."

"you think?" he asks, looking over at the sheet. i nod.

"you should release it as a single." i tell him, as he shrugs, nodding.

"we'll see." he laughs. "okay, now the gifts." i take out a small box, unwrapping it, and opening up the tray lid, revealing a single pearl on a silver chain, encased in a silver caging. "the guy at the store said it's a pretty old pearl, but the type of silver mix with it, has diamond dust in it, and it's supposed to be a symbol of love."

"shawn, i love it, thank you." i say, as he stands up, taking it out of the box, fastening it around my neck. "thanks babe."

"it's okay, the rest are pretty random now." i open up the other three, seeing a new silk black blouse, and a couple other jewellery pieces. shawn then reaches under the table, pulling out one final, quite small box, placing it on the table.

"shawn-" i say, as he opens up the box, revealing a set of earrings.

"i walked into the same store i bought your engagement ring in, when we were in the hamptons earlier this year, and your grandma said that you always used to eye up these earrings, even when you were younger." he says softly. "so, i bought them, thinking i would give them to you for your birthday." he chuckles sadly, looking down. "then i lost them."

"where were they?" i laugh, as shawn passes me the box, sending me a small smile.

"they were with a box of photos i found of us." he pulls out another box, filled with a range of photos. "i didn't even realise andrew actually remembered to print these all out for me, but a while ago a few fans send me hundreds of pictures of us over twitter messages, and i loved all of them, and i know how much you love photos, so you can have them now."

"shawn, thank you." i say softly, standing up and pecking his cheek. "now, what are we doing today?"

"lets go site seeing, that's one think i've never done in london too much." shawn decides, standing up and wrapping his arms around my waist. "where do you wanna go, hunny?"

"i suppose we could go walking about london, everyone who's been here has said everything's in walking distance." i shrug, nestling my head onto his bare chest.

"alright, i'm going for a shower, okay?" he pecks my forehead gently. "wanna join me?" i nod my head, as shawn and i walk into the bathroom. i start running the shower waters, letting the beads of heat build up, before undressing and stepping into the droplets of water.

shawn comes in a few minutes after, and immediately comes behind me, running his hands through my hair.

"may i?" he asks, wanting to was my hair.

"mhm." i nod, as shawn pours a small amount of the hotel shampoo onto his hand, before working it into my hair, creating a mountain of foam. he then conditions my hair, and pressed a delicate kiss to the side of my neck, as i wince slightly, due to the love bites lying on my neck.

"watch it, shawn." i moan, as he chuckles at me.

"only showing my girlfriend love and affection." he says with a light laugh. "okay, we should seriously get out before we waste our entire day in the shower." he says, as i sigh, turning off the waters. "don't wear makeup today." he says softly to me.

"why?" i ask him, as he hands me a towel, wrapping it around my body.

"you're beautiful without makeup, remember that hun." he whispers, pecking my cheeks.
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shawn mendes for armani wow i'm so proud of how many things he's doing with his career and it makes me so happy to see him so happy doing something so big like representing one of the largest fashion brands in the world haha