chapter six
fake
[shawn peter raul mendes]
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the late night darkness still reflecting through the blinds, i wake up, running my eyes, looking at the clock next to my bed. 2am, shit i'm so incredibly jet lagged. anya lays next to me, one of my arms wrapped around her, and her head resting on my chest.

she's so beautiful in this case. no makeup, her hair undone and messy, just a t-shirt on, a calm and peaceful expression settled on her face.

i admit, i do like her. it's only a bonus that i have to act as her boyfriend.

i was talking to brian last night about what i can do today, as it's mostly a free day. he said to come clean to her. she's bound to like me back right? i see her blushing all the time, being shy.

"shawn..." she mumbles, still asleep and removing herself from my arms.

"no, leave him alone." she murmurs, turning around so she's on her stomach.

"no!" she shouts, starting to breathe heavily, panting almost, tossing and turning on the bed.

"anya!" i shake her awake, but she still continues to toss and turn. tears start falling from her eyes, as cries emit from her mouth, shaky and pain filled.

"shawn! shawn! don't leave me!" she cries, tossing over onto her back.

"anya, wake up!" i shake her harder, as her eyes open sharply, she starts to breathe heavily, steadying her emotions. i shuffle closer to her, hugging her as she cries into my chest.

"hey, shh." i coo. kissing her head. "it's okay, you're okay, it was a dream."

"but-bu-b-but you d-died." she stutters, sobbing her eyes out.

"i'm here, perfectly safe. you're safe too, no ones going to hurt you hun."

she holds me tighter, still crying, her cold fingers gripping my back.

"oh my gosh anya." i say, picking her up, and getting out of bed, taking her to the bathroom. i run the cold water tap, setting her on the counter. i try to let go, but she continues to hold onto me, crying and screaming, like it's still happening.

"honey, you're okay, look at me." she shakes her head, looking down.

"anya." i mumble, tilting her chin up with my fingers. her teary eyes look up at me, her red nose sniffling, and her hair stuck to her sweaty face. i cup her cheek with one of my hands, leaning down and pressing a kiss on her lips. she pulls me closer to her, kissing back, and hugging me. i pull away, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. i lean down, grabbing a face towel, and soaking it in the cool water, ringing it out and pressing it onto her hot face, wiping away her tears and soothing the redness.

"better?" i whisper, holding onto her hands. she nods, wiping her nose, sniffling.

"thank you shawn." i wrap my arms around her again. "could you get me some water?"

"go to my room, the beds fresher okay?" she nods, jumping off the counter and walking out of her room into mine. i sigh, running a hand through my hair.

she dreamt of me dying? she cares about me that much?

i grab a bottle of water from her fridge, walking into my room, seeing her sitting on the bed, starring at the duvet. i hand her the bottle, getting in next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

"shawn." she mumbles.

"mhm?" i say, looking at her.

"i want to go home." i sigh, facing her.

"i know you do, i know it's hard, and we're heading to australia next. do you miss anything specific?" i rub her shoulder, comforting her.

"the food, hot dogs. and the vibe of the streets, and the rudeness and the subway and central park." she sighs, looking down.

i know exactly what to do today.
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"shawn where are we going?" she groans, letting go of my hand and stopping.

"come on only a few more minutes walk." i laugh, holding out my hand. she sighs and grabs it, walking along side me.

"it's 8am, it's too early for this shit." i laugh, rolling my eyes.

"it isn't for this." i open up a door with a set of gold stairs being unveiled immediately. "go down the stairs hun."

she lets go of my hand and starts to walk down them, stepping into a new york themed, 50's style diner.

"oh my god shawn." she gasps. "this is amazing! thank you so much!" she jumps to hug me, and i hug back, pecking her cheek.

"it's okay baby. you felt sad, i wanted to make you feel happy." she smiles at me and walks to one the tables, sitting down and looking at the hot dog menu. i smile, taking a picture for my snapchat.

"feeling down so i brought her here❤️" i caption it, posting it to my story and closing my phone.
***
"you're the best, but i'm stuffed, where are we going now?" i smirk, pulling her closer to me.

"we are going to central park." i open the gates to a park, that has been specifically replicated as central park, thanks to andrews connections.

"i literally love you." she shrieks, hugging me again. she lets go and cups my cheeks, pecking my lips. "how did you do all of this in 6 hours?"

"andrew, geoff and brian." i smile, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"well i love them too." she whispers, pecking my lips again. "this means so much, thank you."

"it was nothing, i just wanted to make you feel happy again, because anya i really like you." she blushes pink, clutching my jacket in her small hands.

"i really like you too." she frowns. "but you know we can't be together for real, because if we do break up, we still have to act."

"who cares though? can't we live in now?" i whisper, frowning myself.

"shawn..." she trails off. "i like you and everything but,"

"but what?" i cut her off. she looks at me, sighing.

"i feel like you're only doing this because you yourself know you're stuck with me for a while." she finally comes out with.

i step away from her, my face knotted in confusion.

"how would you actually think that?" i say, folding my arms.

"because i'm being paid to be your girlfriend!" she argues. i laugh sarcastically.

"i'll see you at the show tonight." i say, walking out of the gates.

"shawn wait!" anya calls, but i ignore her, leaving her there and walking back to the hotel.

i'm so stupid.