chapter eleven
fake
[shawn peter raul mendes]
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i get to the airport with geoff and my dad, six hours before the actual flight. terrible, the last five days have been without anya.

i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like i did, after all, she is my girlfriend, i should listen to her, and believe her.

i did meet up with camila in the end. it was just a casual dinner, then i left straight after we had paid, saying i had work to do. i haven't spoken to her since.

"shawn come on, we're going back home today." my dad tries to cheer me up, but i shrug, looking at all the cars pulling up at jfk, none of them with anya in it.

"i'm gonna wait for anya, you head in." i say to geoff and my dad.

"okay but don't be too long. two hours." my dad says.

"dad i'm 18, and i'll be waiting here okay?" i assure him, as he nods, chuckling and walking off with geoff. i sit on my luggage, holding my guitar in one hand, waiting for anya to come up.

a car pulls round, and a brunette steps out, carrying her black handbag, and going to the back, getting her luggage.

she takes them, stepping onto the curb and sees me, freezing.

"hey honey." i mumble, walking closer to her. she steps back, leaning against the car.

"don't." she snaps, taking her stuff and walking past me quickly. i sigh, following her into the airport, checking in my bags, collecting my ticket and going through security.

anya does her own thing after, and i find geoff and my dad sitting in a starbucks.

"well?" geoff asks.

"she's never going to forgive me." i sigh, putting my head in my hands. "she's going to break up with me and then andrew will find me another girlfriend and then i'll go through the exact same thing and it's so frustrating."

"she will forgive you, don't loose hope son." my dad says, putting his hand on my back. i sigh, looking up and shrugging.

"lets not jinx it." i say sarcastically.
***
walking into the plane, i hunt for business class row 3, seat b. i find it, and anya sits in the seat next to the window, looking out of it, her phone resting on the table. i sigh, putting my guitar and rucksack in the upper holdall, sitting in the seat. she looks at me, but then turns her attention to the window again.

"i guess this is going to be like our first flight together." i joke, trying to lighten the mood. she doesn't respond, and instead puts headphones in her ears, blocking me out completely. i frown, looking in front of me, instead of at her.

the plane takes off, and it's a one and a half hour journey to toronto. i close my eyes, but can't seem to fall asleep because of anyas constant tossing and turning. i sigh, putting up the arm rest, shaking her slightly. she opens her eyes and looks at me.

"come here." i say, holding my arm out. she doesn't think twice and quickly gets into my embrace, curling her feet up on the seat, resting against my chest.

she falls asleep within seconds.
***
"anya, wake up." i gently shake her, since we have landed. "hun."

"hmm." her eyes flutter open and she removes herself from my arms, standing up and getting her things together. i stand up, taking my stuff from the cabin above me, holding them in my hands.

i get out first, however i let anya go out of the plane in front of me. we get to the airport, doing the usual check ins, meeting fans, and then my mum picking us up from the airport, instead of a taxi.

"mum!" i say, putting my stuff down to hug her, as soon as i spot her in the waiting area.

"hi sweetie, how was finishing off your tour?" she asks me, hugging me back.

"amazing, but i missed you and aaliyah so much." i say sadly, hugging her tighter. "oh mum this is anya, my girlfriend." i say, letting go of my mum and lightly pulling anya to her.

"pleasure to meet you, mrs mendes, im anya." she holds out her hand, but my mum traps her in a hug, i smile.

"shawn was right, you are gorgeous, welcome to toronto." she laughs, making anya blush and look at me. i shrug, smiling nervously, looking away.

"hey mum is aaliyah at home?" i ask, picking up my things again.

"she's at hockey practice, you can pick her up if you'd like." she offers. i nod, seeing geoff embrace ian.

"oh my god ian!" i say, bro-hugging him. "how have you been man?"

"great, how was tour?" he laughs, putting his hands in his pockets.

"amazing, hey anya come here for a sec." i say, motioning for her to come over. "ian, this is anya, anya this is ian." i introduce them to one another, as they shake hands. "so i suppose your picking up geoff?"

"brothers duties and all." he rolls his eyes. "anyway our mum is expecting us back in half an hour, so i'll catch you later okay? how bout you come to one of the parties tomorrow?"

"a trent party?" he nods.

"yeah it's in the dorms, so meet you there i guess?" i nod. "see you then."

"bye." we hug again, before me, my family and anya leave to the car. i load it up with suitcases and luggage, as my mum, dad and anya get in, anya at the back. i can try to talk to her again.
***
"it's small, and unorganised, but it's cosy." i say, walking up to my bedroom door, seeing anya admiring my wall of fan art, pictures, and desk.

"oh." she says, noticing me. "it's nice." she folds her arms, leaning on one foot.

"i really am sorry, so damn sorry." i whisper, walking towards her.

"shawn it's the second time you've put me on the side for her." she lets slip. "i feel like you're gonna leave me for her. and you don't want to be with me."

"what would make you think i don't want to be with you?" i ask, letting us both sit down on my bed.

"i don't know." she sighs.

"i love you anya." i whisper. "that won't change anytime soon." she blushes slightly, looking down.

"i love you too, shawn." she mumbles, as i smile, shuffling closer to her, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"will you come and pick my sister up with me?" i ask quietly, as she nods, looking up at me. "i'm really sorry baby."

she shakes her head, leaning up and pressing her lips lightly to mine. i turn around, putting my other hand on her waist, as she rests her hands on my shoulders.

"i forgive you." she whispers, pulling away.

"thank god." i mumble, lacing our hands together. "i don't know what i would do if you didn't forgive me anytime soon."

"i would've." she shrugs. "overtime though."

i sigh, trapping her in a hug. "i'm so sorry, and if i ever do that again, you have permission to punch me." she laughs, hugging me back, chuckling against my chest.

"are you happy to be home?" she asks me, lifting her head up. i smile.

"definitely, i missed pickering so much." i say, running my hand over her cheek. "i'm happier i'm here with you." she blushes and looks down.

"shawn! you need to go pick up aaliyah!" my mum shouts, making me sigh and pull away.

"yeah we're going!" i shout back. "come on baby." i whisper, holding my hand out. she takes it, and we rush down the stairs.

"i see you two made up." my dad smirks, walking into the kitchen. i roll my eyes, chuckling, as i grab my house and car keys, opening the front door. anya quickly walks out first, walking up to my jeep, and i follow her, shutting and locking the door behind me.

i open the door for anya; she slides in, shutting the door. swiftly, i then walk to my side, getting into the drivers seat.

"i love your car." anya says, doing her seat belt up.

"it's my second baby." i laugh, starting it up and driving out of my road to the hockey rink. "i really wanna skate."

"did you play?" anya asks, leaning her hand over so it's resting on my thigh.

"i did, i miss it a lot actually." i say, sighing and pulling into the complex where the rink is. "so aaliyah's going to be hungry when she gets in, we'll go to timmys."

"alright." we get out, and i lock the car up, taking the familiar walk into the club i used to live in. i smile, looking at the wall of photos, seeing 13 year old me on the wall, skating whilst pushing a puck.

"you were so cute, i don't know what happened." i hear a girl laugh. i turn around, seeing aaliyah standing there holding her bags.

"hello to you too." i chuckle, trapping her in a bear hug. she laughs, hugging back and we stand there for a good five minutes, laced with each other.

"stop growing dude." i shove her gently, seeing she's shoulder height to me.

"says you." she folds her arms, starring up at me. i laugh.

"aaliyah, this is my girlfriend, anya." i say, pulling anya closer.

"hey nice to meet you." aaliyah says, holding her hand out.

"hi, nice to meet you too." they shake hands and laugh, immediately hugging each other. i smile, getting my phone out and taking a picture. (a/n shawn has a picture that has me in it on his phone like he hasn't posted it anywhere and only took it on his phone can we just)

"is shawn treating you right?" aaliyah asks her, folding her arms.

"of course he is, he's perfect." anya replies, making me smile to myself and blush slightly.

"alright, are you hungry?" i ask aaliyah and she nods, putting her stuff down on the floor.

"timmys?" i suggest, and she picks everything up, taking it outside and looking for my car. i laugh, rolling my eyes, holding onto anya's hand and walking out of the rink, to my car.

"you two are probably going to kill me, but what's timmys?" anya asks, confused. i stop the car in the middle of the car park, looking at her.

"you seriously don't know what timmys is?" i ask, raising my eyebrows.

"you crossed a line anya." aaliyah laughs, leaning back in her seat.

"tell me or i'll take it back when i said i forgive you." she says sternly, i laugh.

"it's like a coffee shop, kinda like starbucks but better." i shrug, starting the car back up again. she rolls her eyes, as i put my hand on her thigh. she grasps my hand in hers and rests it on her lap.

"oh baby." she laughs. "you must be obsessed."

"too much love in this car, gross." aaliyah grimaces.

"well kelsey and her will get along." i joke, smiling.

"who's kelsey?"