chapter twenty-nine
fake
[anya rose steinburg]
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"shawn?" i mumble, rubbing my eyes, and waking up, seeing shawn no where to be seen. standing up, i scrunch my face in confusion, before pulling on some slippers and a robe, going into my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

skipping down the stairs, i make my way into the kitchen, seeing my dad there, making breakfast.

"hey dad." i smile, sitting at the counter.

"hi princess." he puts a dish of eggs and bacon in front of me, with a glass of orange juice.

"do you know where shawn is?"

"your fiancée shawn?" i blush, chuckling and nodding, looking down. "he went out with grandma to her hospital appointment."

"when will they be back?" i ask, eating the eggs.

"in a couple hours." he tells me, turning off the hob. "so when's the wedding?"

"we're putting it off for a few years at least." i say. "his career is taking off, and the moment shawn tweeted the video, andrew called us and lectured us saying we have to wait a few years." my dad laughs at me, sitting opposite.

"you can go back you know, the funerals on saturday, but you can leave after that." i shrug, finishing my breakfast.

"i might, i mean i can't take that many days off of college." i pick up my plate, washing it and placing it on the drain rack. "plus shawn needs to get back to his career and rehearsing for his tour this year, and i have to be there too." i sigh, leaning on the counter. "i'm gonna go and see what poppy and jasmine are doing."

"poppy's in the city from february, you should hang out with her more." i grimace, shaking my head.

"i don't want to go to clubs every night dad." he laughs at me, as i stroll into the living room, seeing my twin cousins playing pool.

"hey you two." i smile, picking up a pool stick, and playing with them.

"i smell a wedding soon." jasmine smirks at me, leaning up from the table.

"shut up jas." i chuckle, blushing.

"you're marrying rich, you'll be fine forever." poppy says, picking up her cocktail and sipping it.

"pops isn't it to early for a cocktail?" she shrugs, putting it down again.

"i woke up with a shot of vodka, i'm fine." my other cousin peter comes strolling in, sipping on a scotch, glasses over his face.

"since when did you get glasses?" i laugh, sitting on the back of a sofa.

"since when did you get hitched?" he puts down his scotch, sitting next to me. "congrats baby cousin." i chuckle lightly, looking down. "is that the ring?" i hold up my hand, shaking my head.

"christmas present, he didn't have a ring last night." i say. "we're mainly doing it to annoy andrew and the press."

"from the looks of that ring, your engagement ring is going to be above kim kardashians." jasmine compliments, walking over and admiring my promise ring. "i saw shirtless pictures of him online, you're lucky hun."

"and the way all of this was a job in the first place." poppy giggles. "can you set me up with like i don't know, nick jonas? they are friends right?" i nod.

"i'm not doing that." i laugh. "hey can we do something today?"

"we could go to the mall?" poppy suggests. "and shawn and peter could bond."

"no, shawn would rather come to the mall." i laugh. "no offence, peter."

"i might want to go to the mall too." petter says, finishing his scotch.

"the mall it is." i smirk, putting down the pool stick and walking to the lounge door. "leave at 12?"

"see you soon." they all wave, as i walk up the marble stairs, entering my room, and picking out an outfit to wear.

i finally decide on a pair of black jeans, a white cropped dress shirt, and my black puffer jacket. i change quickly, doing my hair and makeup, rushing down the stairs to the door. it opens, revealing my grandma and shawn, linked arm in arm, as he helps her up the stairs.

"hey baby." i mumble, pecking my lips against his, once grandma is in the house.

"hi beautiful." he beams down at me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"you're coming with poppy, jasmine, peter and i to the mall okay?" i peck his cheek.

"yeah, that's fine." a light pink coats his cheeks. "i'll buy you something nice for tonight." he slips his hands around my waist, as i link mine over his shoulders.

"what's tonight?" he chuckles, pecking my forehead.

"i'm taking you out for dinner."
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poppy comes out of the changing room, a tube top only covering her boobs, and booty shorts on, with black high pumps. "too slutty?" she asks, as i roll my eyes, nodding.

"try again pops." she groans, walking back into the changing room and shutting the curtain.

"babe, i found some things for you." shawn walks in, holding probably about twenty different dresses. "i'm wearing a tux, so you're dressing formal too."

"oh my god shawn." i laugh, taking a few of the dresses from him. "okay i'll try them on."

after around an hour of trying on dresses, i found one that i was most comfortable and confident in. it was a burgundy silk shift dress, very plain and simple, but dressed with velvet sleeves.

"well?" i ask, coming out of the changing room, seeing shawn standing there, a smile on his face, and his eyes wide.

"it's perfect honey." i smile at him, looking at myself in one of the mirrors.

"anya, hurry up, we're hungry." jasmine groans, slumping on the seats in the changing rooms.

"yeah i'll be two secs." i quickly change back into my own clothes, heading out of the changing rooms to go pay. i'm about to hand the worker the money, but shawn whips out his. credit card, paying for the dress and holding the bag for me.

"hun i could've paid." i mumble, linking my hand with his.

"i said i would buy you a dress today." he pecks my cheek, making me laugh, and lean my head on his shoulder.

wandering to the food court, peter and shawn begin to talk about electric guitars, and the posh parties shawn gets invited to after awards shows, or just as a press event.

poppy and i admire the countless arrays of japanese and pan asian restaurants they have, as jasmine walks to the salad bar, buying a salad and a water.

gathering the food together, we find a table for five, sitting there and enjoying our food.

"oh shit." shawn mumbles, taking out his ringing phone, seeing it's andrew.

"i'll answer it." i take his phone from him, answering it. "hey andrew!"

"anya?" he questions.

"yeah it's me, you forgot me already?" shawn stifles a laugh, eating his burger.

"why did you two get engaged?" he sighs. "you two are 18, and press are making headlines saying you're too young."

"well we aren't going to get married for a few years at least, let me finish college." he breathes a sigh of relief. "are you guys back?"

"yeah, i'm in the city, everyone else has gone off." he says. "congratulations, by the way. we'll organise a party when we are all together again."

"i'll be back in the city after saturday." i say to him. "shawn will be too, but i think he's only staying for a day before going to pickering."

"lets catch a lunch then, text me when you two are in the city." i nod to myself.

"okay i'll see you soon then, bye." i hang up, handing shawn his phone, as. he looks at me confused.

"he isn't mad?" shawn asks me. "and lunch?"

"nope and yep." i tell him, laughing. "don't worry about it shawn, me and andrew have it all sorted."

"dude, he's my manager." shawn nudges my shoulder, making me laugh.

"he likes me more though." i wink, eating my sushi. "don't be sad hun, it's only the truth."

"whatever." shawn mumbles, flipping me off.
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shawn takes my hand, leading me out of the door into a pre booked black taxi. "this is fancy." i comment, taking a seat on the plush leather.

"only the best for my best." he winks, making me laugh and blush.

"that was so cheesy." i comment, as he laughs, holding onto my hand.

"i know."

we end up at an italian restaurant, very posh, might i add, and accentuated with traditional italiano music.

"good evening, i will be your server for tonight." a man, a few years older than us says. "any drinks to start?"

"champagne, baby?" shawn asks me, as i nod. "a bottle of champagne please."

"right away, sir." he wanders off, leaving shawn and i in peace and quiet.

"so." shawn sighs, reaching over to grab my hand. "my fiancée," he smirks cheekily, as my cheeks heat up. "what would you like to eat?"

"spaghetti aglio olio sounds good." i mumble in bliss, as shawn brings my hand up to his lips, kissing it.

"can we not let how we are now change?" shawn asks me, as the server comes back, pouring two glasses of champagne.

"of course not, i love how we are now." i answer, taking a sip of my champagne. shawn orders the food, and we are left waiting again, as the server walks away, putting the order in for our food.

"thank you, so much." shawn thanks the server as he brings our food, piping hot, and steak coming out as wisps from above it.

"enjoy." he says, walking back to where all the other servers are.

"baby?" shawn gets my attention, as he stands up. he sighs, stepping out of the table, and standing next to me, where he goes down on one knee. "my love, my precious, my girl." he begins. "i know i've done this once, well yesterday, but i didn't have a ring." i laugh softly. "now i do," he pulls out a black silk box from his pocket, opening it up. "will you marry me?"

"yes." i whisper, as shawn slips the ring onto my finger, standing up and kissing me passionately. an applause is heard from everyone around us, but i couldn't care. it was just shawn and i in this moment, and no one could ruin it.
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"-mum i proposed to her!" shawn says happily from my room, as i listen through the door, holding our tea in my hands. "no mum, don't cry." he speaks softly. "i'm still your little boy mum, don't worry about that." i smile softly. "it won't be happening for a few years at least, so don't worry too much." shawn chuckles. "okay, have a great night mum, tell dad and aaliyah i said hi! i love you." he laughs again. "bye."

i open the door, walking inside, as shawn puts his phone down, walking up to me and collecting his tea. "thank you hunny." we walk to my bed, sitting on it, about to have a quiet night, but then my cousins come barging in.

"what the-" they cut me off.

"there's your fans outside, i don't know how they found this house." they tell shawn, as he curses, sighing.

"i'll go talk to them." he runs a hand through his hair. "if it's krystle i'm gonna kill someone."

"babe, i'll go, stay calm." i peck his cheek, getting up and walking outside of the house, seeing fans there.

"guys how did you get here?" i ask them, as they all take out their phones.

"krystle, could we get a photo? where's shawn?" one says, as i let out a sigh.

"guys really? we didn't come here for a holiday, my grandpa died, and we came here for that. i'll tell shawn to dm krystle or something, but please go away?" they all sigh simultaneously, flipping me off and walking away, getting into their own cars. "well then." i mumble to myself, walking back into the house, shutting the door behind me.

"krystle?" shawn asks me as soon as i walk in. i sigh, nodding.

"krystle. she wasn't there though." i reassure him. "ok you guys can go now." i say to my cousins. "and ana, try not to get in bed with my fiancée." i say to my sluttiest cousin, as she wriggles herself away from the bed.

"she's whipped." peter laughs, making jasmine, poppy, sophie and taylor laugh. "i'm off, i need my beauty sleep." he looks at shawn, winking at him. "night shawn."

"oh my god, ignore him." i laugh, sliding into my bed, next to shawn.

"the funerals tomorrow." jasmine says sadly, looking down. i sigh, snuggling closer to shawn.

"you know he's at peace now." jason reassures her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "don't worry sis, it'll go fine.

"they're burying him next to great aunt jean." poppy pipes up. "i'm pretty sure that my mom was saying something like that."

"are all the guests coming here after?" i ask, looking up, as sophie nods.

"grandma wants us all to be smart and polite." she says quietly. "i'm tired, night guys."

"night." we all say, but shawn gets out, calling after her.

"soph, hold up!" shawn walks out of the door, beginning to talk to her.

"yeah we should get to sleep too, congrats again anya." poppy says, as her and jasmine walk out.

soon everyone leaves, and i'm left alone, waiting for shawn to return from sophie's room. i stretch out on my bed, sighing and looking around my room. shawn enters again, a smile on his face.

"what's got you so smiley?" i ask him, as he gets into bed next to me.

"oh, sophie and i had a talk about things. she's a fan, and i love talking to my fans." he holds me by my waist, snuggling his head into my neck. "hmm i love you so much." he hums, making me smile.

"i love you so much more." i whisper back, holding him close to me. "thank you, for coming here with me."

"thank you for forgiving me." shawn says softly. "i'll never forgive myself for what i said to you, and what i did to you."

"shawn it's okay-" he laughs bitterly, cutting me off.

"it's not." he squeaks. "i hurt you so bad, i said what we had was fake."

"at first it was fake, but now it's far from it." i tell him. he looks up at me, leaning forward and capturing my lips with his, attacking me with a kiss like it's the last one we would have. it's hungry and needed, but nevertheless filled with love and passion.

the night unfolds, and it's filled with quiet moans, whispers and kisses, until we are both breathless and sweaty all over. right now, i couldn't care if my family heard us, after all there are soundproof walls.

"goodnight." shawn kisses my forehead, pulling me into his shirtless chest, our legs tangled together, and an afterglow of intimacy over us.

"night."
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shawn in blue jeans can we just

anyway did anyone see aaliyah's tweet last night? i think they've seen the stuff about chris at long last