chapter nine
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[shawn peter raul mendes]
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"thank you guys! see you soon, i love you so much!" i say to the crowd, waving and walking back backstage. anya smiles at me, shaking her head.

"how the hell did you forget to sing stitches?" she laughs, throwing her arms around me and placing a kiss on my neck.

"i think it could have been because of the entire show being delayed, i don't know." i laugh, hugging her back.

"well you did great anyway, you always impress me, over all four shows you've done this trip." she mumbles, pulling away and cupping my cheek. i smile, leaning down to kiss her.

"thank you baby." i say, pulling away and taking anya by the hand, taking my earpiece off with my free hand.

"great show shawn!" andrew says, patting my back.

"thank you." i say. "it was more intimate than i thought."

"yeah, you did incredible." he says. "go freshen up in your dressing room, cars are coming in twenty." i nod, as me and anya walk to my dressing room.

"so i've got an interview with a radio station tonight, but maybe after we could go grab that dinner we were talking about?" i suggest, shutting door and sliding my hands around her waist. she smiles softly.

"i would love that babe." she wraps her hands around my neck, pressing a kiss on my lips. i smile, pulling her closer to me, kissing her back.

"shawn- oh." brian says, opening up the door, making me and anya pull away abruptly, as i smile nervously, rubbing the back of my neck with my hand.

"hey brian." anya says.

"shawn i was gonna say that geoff wants to ask you about something." brian explains, as i nod.

"hun i'll be back in a minute." i say, pecking her cheek, walking out of the room and into the backstage area where geoff is waiting, holding a few letters.

"some fans passed these to me when walking out, also one passed out front row while you were playing stitches, she's in the first aid room if you wanna go see her." i nod, taking the letters and putting them in my back pocket.

"tell anya that i'm there will you?" he nods and lets me pass to the first aid room, as i walk in, seeing a fan lying down on the bed.

"hey hun." i say softly, sitting on the chair next to her.

"oh my god." she mumbles, sitting up.

"woah, woah, careful." i help her slowly sit up. "thank you for coming out today."

"it's okay, and you did amazing! the beginning of stitches that i heard literally was so good, i'm so proud of you!" she says.

"thank you, i love you. listen i gotta go, but will i see you next year?"

"of course." i hug her, taking a picture and walking out, back to my dressing room, where anya is sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, sniffling.

"anya? are you okay?" i ask, running to her, wrapping an arm over her waist.

"your fans hate me shawn." she says sadly, shutting her phone and resting her head on me. i sigh, taking her phone and unlocking it, looking at her replies.

"i'll say something about it, but please don't feel upset, they aren't saying anything true okay?" i whisper, pecking her temple. she nods, looking down at her lap. "now we are going to have an amazing dinner tonight, so why are you all sad?"

she shrugs, letting out a sad chuckle.

"i'll be a minute okay? i just need to ask andrew something." she nods and i get up, walking out and finding him talking to geoff.

"hey andrew could you order me a bunch of 25 red roses please? for when we get back to the hotel? oh and chocolate covered strawberries? and a large cheese pizza, and a bath run with the sweetest and most relaxing scents and bubbles?" i ask, as he nods, smiling.

"something for anya?" he smirks, as i blush, putting my hands in my pockets.

"she's really sad you know? and it's her first time being on tour and out and about. could we have it so it's after the radio station?"

"of course, any drinks?" i nod.

"yeah could we have some coke or something like that?" andrew nods, smiling.

"and the boyfriend of the year award goes to shawn mendes!" brian shouts, as i laugh, rolling my eyes.

i walk back to my dressing room, seeing anya getting her things together, slipping on her jacket. smiling, she hands me my coat, as i slip it on, holding my guitar in one of my hands.

"come on babygirl." i say, guiding her out as we walk to the backlot where the car is waiting for us. i let her get in first, me sitting next to her, in the middle, also next to brian. she leans her head on my shoulder, sighing.

"oh shawn your dad is coming over to london today." andrew decides to say.

"what? when?" i ask, suddenly upright and concentrated.

"he'll be meeting us at capital." he adds, making me feel happiness overcome me. i miss my family a lot in these things.

"shawn." anya whispers. "can i sleep?"

"of course honey." i mumble, taking my arm from underneath her, wrapping around her shoulder, holding her close to my side. she rests her head upon my chest.

peacefully, she doses off, little snores erupting from her perfect, plump, pink lips, her mouth slightly parted, and lips curved upward by a fraction.

"you really like her don't you?" brian notices.

"head over heals falling for her." i admire anya, replying to brian at the same time.

"i'm happy for you bro." he says. "now album three will be about loving a girl, not wanting a girl." i laugh quietly.

"oh god brian, you're sounding like my fans."
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throughout the interview i see anya and my dad talking, looking at me, and laughing. i'm happy my girlfriend is bonding with my family, truly. i can not wait until toronto.

"thank you so much for being with us tonight shawn, care to introduce the next song?" i smile.

"this is shawn mendes, with my song mercy."

i turn my mic off, as does the interviewer, and he thanks me, letting me walk off, joking my dad and anya. my dad hugs me, saying well done for the last press event in london.

"thanks dad." i smile.

"anytime, now i hear that you and anya are having a date tonight?" he says, smirking at me. i roll my eyes.

"actually, speaking of." i say, turning around, geoff handing me the bunch of roses. "i got you these baby." her face lights up, and she takes the bunch, admiring them and hugging me at the same time.

"thank you so much shawn." she says, chuffed. "but you honestly didn't have to."

"i wanted to honey." i say, holding her around her waist. "you felt sad, so this is part of your relaxing night. you've done so well in adapting with our crazy team, and getting straight into timezones."

"we aren't going out?" she asks in confusion. "is the date off?"

"not really, we're having a date in the hotel suite." i say, holding my arm out. "i won't say anything else, i'll just leave it as a surprise."

"oh shawn." she whispers, as we walk to the hotel, which is only a five minute walk away.

approaching the modern abode of housing, i hear screams of a little too much, and i immediately know my fans are there, waiting to get pictures.

"anya you go straight up, i'll be like 10 minutes okay?" she nods as i peck her lips, letting her go.

"okay guys, get in a line, i'm gonna meet all of you, guys, guys, guys, shhh." i try to order them. "open your phones on the selfie camera, i'm sorry but no full bodies because there's so many of you."

i finish in just over ten minutes, making it up to my suite, seeing anya gazing over the dimly lit room, a table set up, pizza and drinks, and the chocolate covered strawberries resting on it.

"there's more honey." i open up my room door, taking her to the bathroom, where a bath is run and set up for her to relax in before we eat.

"oh shawn." she mumbles, taking in the relaxing aroma.

"relax anya, i'm gonna be in the main room okay? call me if you need me." i peck her cheek, walking out and settling on a couch, catching up on things i've missed over social media.

vines getting shut down? i gape my mouth open, immediately going onto my magcon boys group chat.

shawn: vine has ended?

johnson: it's crazy

nash: there's no reason

matt: twitter are dumb and stupid

gilinsky: that's basically where we all started

shawn: i had youtube but i don't think i wouldn't have got as big without vine

cam: but loads of people still use vine
cam: they can't just shut it down

aaron: that's like shutting down something that saved so many people

taylor: we have to stop this

gilinsky: can't they close musically instead?

carter: this isn't fair

i sigh, closing my phone and putting it into my pocket, leaning back and reflecting on such a huge thing to me. i basically became famous on vine, i mean, i had my youtube covers but i became a whole load more famous on vine.

they can't just take it away, right?
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"baby whats wrong?" anya asks me, coming into the room, sitting next to me and holding my hand.

"vines being shut down." i mumble, looking down. "and i know i only use it for advertisement but it's such a special thing to me and so many other people." she sighs, sitting up, letting me rest on her, instead of her on me.

"i know it's gonna be something hard to deal with, but you gotta be the strong person okay? i know it's what you got famous on, but listen, all good things come to an end, and everything happens for a reason. maybe twitter and vine are merging? i don't know, but listen to me when i say it hurts, but it could be happening for a reason." she whispers, playing with my hair.

"i know, it's just hard you know?" i mumble, sighing, looking at her. she pecks my forehead gently, smiling at me.

"now should we eat?" she asks, as i get up, nodding.

"thank you anya, i needed that." i say, cupping her cheek and pressing my lips to hers. i pull away, smiling. "now honey, you enjoy the night." i say, pulling off the silver lid to the tin tray holding the large pizza. i take the cutter, slicing it into eight equal slices, pouring two glasses of coke.

anya reaches forward, taking two slices for herself, as i do the same. she bites into her slice, a pure emotion of bliss overtaking her face, as she sighs in happiness, enjoying the comfort food.

"this is so much better than going out." she mumbles, finishing her slice.

"agreed." i nod, finishing my second.
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sunlight wakes anya and i up from our slumber. her hand draped across my naked chest, and mine loosely secured around her waist, her head nestled into my neck, our legs tangled up together.

"we're off to australia today." i mumble, as she wakes up, smiling.

"have you ever been there?" i shake my head.

"first time." i say. "how are you?"

"i'm feeling okay, how are you honey?" she asks, looking up at me.

"i'm better."
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okay i'm gonna skip until mid november when it should all be back in toronto lol i cba to write about more shows and stuff