chapter forty-two
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[shawn peter raul mendes]
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"flight e793js9 to london is now boarding at gate 21!" the intercom blares out, making anya jump in my arms. i laugh softly, yawning.

"it's just the intercom, chill." i whisper, laughing.

"shawn." she moans, burying herself deeper into my side.

"come on kids." geoff says to us, as we sigh, standing up. i take my things, and hold onto anya's hand, pulling her to the gate, where we wait to be checked into the flight.

"oh shit." anya mumbles, stopping in her tracks. "i forgot my earrings at home." she brings her fingers up to her ear, cursing.

"get kelsey to post them to the hotel." i suggest.

"no you don't understand, i need them now." she states, emphasising the now. "i can't leave them."

"anya our flight is boarding." i say softly to her. she looks down, her eyes tearing up.

"they were my grandmas." she whispers.

"honey," i whisper, going into my bag and getting out the blue tiffany box anya returned to me when we broke up. "take this."

"you still have it?" she croaks out, as i take the ring out, sliding it on her finger.

"i'll always keep it when you throw it back at me." she smiles sadly at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"you're the best." she tells me, pecking my cheek.

we board the plane, taking our seats in business class, anya next to the window and me on the aisle. "shawn." anya taps on my shoulder, grabbing my attention.

"yeah baby?"

"i need to pee." she groans, as i sigh, unbuckling my belt and standing up so she can get past. "thank you hunny."

"be back soon anya, i'll miss you." i beat at her as she rolls her eyes, walking down the middle aisle.

i could be waiting on the other side if i wasn't a dick in the first place. i always screw everything up between us. sighing, i gaze down at my phone, putting my headphones on and playing shape of you, before putting my phone back into my pocket and waiting for anya.

our wedding would be beautiful. simple, but beautiful. i heard that in london they rent out the great hall that was used in the filming of harry potter for events and functions, so it would be there, most likely, and only with my close friends and family, and her larger family and a few friends (she's said she never wanted to invite too many friends).

then the honeymoon would be bigger, wilder, more adventurous. it would be somewhere like hawaii, or bora bora, or the bahamas, or even australia, somewhere warm with beaches and adventure, but still relaxing and comfortable.

i see anya come back, and i take a headphone out, getting back up so she can sit down again. snuggling up to my arm again, anya flutters her eyes shut, yawning.

"shawn go to sleep." andrew whispers from the other side of us. "you've got press as soon as we land." i nod softly, looking down at my lap. "what are you thinking about?"

"things." i reply.

"keep going the way you are today." andrew tells me. "don't mess her up, you and i both know she's the only person who makes you feel better just by being there. soon shawn, soon." and like that i know that andrew knows i want to marry her.

i look down at anya, seeing her drooling on my arm. i smile slightly, moving my arm so she's leaning against my chest, my arm wrapped around her.

"thank you, andrew." i say to him.

"for what?" he asks me confused.

"for employing her in the first place." i whisper, running my fingers through her brown hair. "i'll never stop thanking you for introducing me to her."

"and you hated the idea." andrew says, making me laugh. "shawn just don't ruin it."

"how could i use her like that?" i say softly. "she's perfect."

"people make mistakes, and you're new to relationships." andrew reassures me. "okay now you sleep because it's a long flight." i nod, pulling anya closer to me and shutting my eyes, joining her in dreamland.
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yawning, anya opens up the hotel room as i walk in with the bags, putting them on the floor. "mmm i love london." anya sighs, opening up the doors to the balcony and stepping outside.

"me too." i follow her, slipping my arms around her waist, placing my lips on her head. "this view is beautiful."

"it really is." she gazes out over the river, seeing most of the typical london skyline.

"stand there." i point to an empty space in the corner. she scoffs, walking there as i smirk. "now the view is gorgeous."

"you're so cheesy, you do know that right?" i laugh softly at her, rolling my eyes.

"are you coming to the radio with me?" she nods, walking back into my arms.

"we have an hour don't we?" she mumbles, looking up at me. i nod, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers, as she cups my cheek, kissing me back with added force.

"love you." she whispers against my lips, pulling away.

"love you more." i say softly back to her, tucking her hair behind her ears. "how did i get so lucky to meet you?" she blushes pink, and chuckles quietly.

"how did i get so lucky to meet you?" she says in a matter of fact tone, making me laugh. "no honestly, you say it's me but it's you."

"i'm sorry for everything i've made you felt since i met you." i whisper to her, frowning. "i don't want you to ever feel upset because of me."

"i'm sorry." she says. "i've caused a lot too, and i am so insanely sorry for that." she sighs, biting her lip. "i ears you and andrew on the plane, i wasn't asleep."

"anya-" i begin to trail off, but she silences me with her finger.

"overtime we will go back to what we used to be. not now." she says. "wait for me."

"for you." i whisper. "for you, i promise." i bring my lips to her forehead, hugging her close to my chest again. i look down at her, seeing she has buried her head in my chest, and her eyes a closed, a certain peace within her. "you look peaceful." i say to her quietly.

"because i'm in your arms." she mumbles, sending vibrations over my chest. this only causes me to pick her up, walking back inside and sitting on the bed, so she's on my lap and hugging me.

i don't know how long we stay like that, but someone has to come and knock on our door to remind us about my radio interview.

"shawn, anya come on." we hear geoff shout through the door. anya sighs, removing herself from my chest and standing up from my lap.

"oh shit." anya groans, going through her bag. "i need to call my mom."

"what happened?" i ask her.

"peters getting married apparently, i didn't know anything of course, i didn't even know he had a girlfriend." she explains. "he probably got someone pregnant to be honest."

"that's a bit out there." i laugh. "a wedding?"

"in the hamptons, yay." anya groans sarcastically. "i'll need to take a break from here if you're on tour."

"when is it?" i ask.

"april, beginning." she states, getting our things together.

"i'll come, i'm not on tour then." she smiles at me, leaning up and pecking my lips.

"oh by the way, apparently i'm a bridesmaid even though i don't know the girl." she says. "so you'll be walking down the aisle with me, i'm not walking with one of peters hoes of friends."

"nice." i laugh, opening the hotel room door, seeing geoff and andrew standing there.

"ready?" andrew asks us as we nod, linking hands with each other almost immediately. "shawn your fans are outside."

"i'll take some photos with them." i say to andrew, dragging anya outside with me to the line forming.

"are you two back together again?" the first girl asks me and anya, as i look at anya, nodding.

"yeah we are." i smile.

"well don't break up after a day." she says, taking her phone and walking off. i look at her weirdly.

"hey what the hell?" i spit. "you can't say that."

"i can." she smirks at me. "anya's a crap girlfriend to you, we all know it."

"no she isn't!" i argue back. "she makes me happy and i'm in a bad place at the moment and she's the one who makes me feel better!" the girl looks sympathetic for a second.

"oh i'm sorry." she says quickly to me. "i didn't realise."

"whatever." i roll my eyes, continuing to take pictures with the other twenty or so girls outside.

"thanks guys, i'll see you soon!" i wave at them, walking to the car that's waiting for us. "anya i'm so sorry about her." i turn to anya, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"it's fine." she smiles softly at me. "i can't help them from feeling that way."

"if only they knew the truth." i whisper sadly, looking down.

"shawn what did we say?" anya sighs.

"i won't bring up what happened again, i'm sorry." i walk away from her, getting into the car and putting my head against the window.

"shawny boy." anya whispers to me, crawling next to me and pulling me to her chest. "i'm not mad at you."

"i'm sorry for making a scene." i whisper back, holding her in my arms.

"you didn't make a scene, don't worry." she pecks my cheek. "stay strong for me baby boy, come on you're shawn mendes, you can do anything, i believe you can do anything." i smile softly at her.

"i love you." i whisper.

"i love you more." she pecks my lips, settling down on the seat next to me, resting her head against my shoulder.

"oh yeah i forgot to tell you." andrew says, sighing at anya and i. "this isn't a radio interview, it's an interview about you two as a couple."
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can june 1st and 2nd come any sooner please

also who else thinks shawns gonna be at the summer time ball??