chapter twenty-one
fake
[anya rose steinburg]
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sunlight illuminates the skyline of new york city from my window, as i smile, turning over, and coming face to face with shawn. little snores are coming out of his mouth, and the smallest trail of drawl sliding down the corners of his mouth onto his chin.

i bring my hand up to his cheek, caressing it, and running my hand through his hair.

"oh morning beautiful." he yawns, waking up and opening his eyes.

"morning baby." i whisper, pressing a kiss on his nose.

"i'm so happy i have you back." he hugs me, leaning down and pressing his lips to my neck, making me giggle.

"i'm happy i have you back." i reply, hugging him back.

"what time is it?" he asks, letting go of me, and leaning on his upper arm, with his hand resting lowly on my waist.

"noon." i say softly.

"shit." he sits up, leaning down to out put his boxers on. "i have a show, fuck."

"oh shawn." i giggle, sitting up and pulling the duvet to my body, hiding my chest. "can i come with you?"

"of course hunny, but hurry because i need to go to my hotel room." he says, standing up, fully dressed.

"you go to your hotel room, i'll meet you there." i suggest.

"half an hour okay?" he leans down, pecking my lips. "i love you."

"i love you more, i'll see you in a bit." i smile, pecking his cheeks. "bye shawn."

"bye anya, see you." shawn rushes out of my apartment, leaving me sighing, and slightly upset that he's leaving me for only a few minutes. sighing, i stand up, grabbing my silk robe, and slipping it over my body, walking into my bathroom.

i do my normal morning routine, before walking back into my room, finding some clothes to put on. i settle with black jeans, a crop top and a tan puffer jacket, with my adidas superstars, putting my hair into a ponytail.

i get my phone, putting it into my bag, grabbing a bottle of water, and heading out of my apartment to shawns hotel.

"anya!" his fans cheer as i reach the door.

"hey guys, how are you all?" i ask, taking photos with some of them who are shoving their phones in my faces.

"great, i'm so happy to see you and shawn back together!" one shouts, making me smile.

"okay i gotta go, but i'll come out with shawn in a bit." i say, laughing and walking inside the hotel.

"hi excuse me, what room is mr mendes in?" i ask the receptionist.

"are you anya?" she smiles at me, as i nod. "he's in room 7828, to your left and up the elevator to floor five." she says.

"thank you so much." i say, rushing to his room, running through endless corridors.

i get to his door, knocking on it. "one sec!" he shouts, making me smile. i hear shuffling, and the lock click, before he opens it.

"hi baby." he chuckles, as i leap into his arms, him picking me up and twirling me around in his room.

"hey." i blush, pecking his lips. "i never get tired of your lips." he smirks at me, kissing me again.

"i never get tired of you." he says to me, making me blush. "also those jeans make your butt look really good." he whispers, making me laugh and let go of him, shoving him back.

"you perv." i laugh, rolling my eyes.

"wait no one knows about us yet." i look at him confusion. "apart from my fans of course, but the rest know it as fake."

"shit." i groan, sitting on his made up bed. "andrews gonna find it so confusing."

"and chris is gonna kill me and warn me."

"and geoff is gonna judge us, and don't even get me started on kelsey and aaliyah, and your friends and family, and my friends." i sigh. "can't we just keep us secret?"

"hmm." he hums, sitting next to me. "i didn't know there would be so many things to think about."

"wait are you regretting it? last night?" i ask, looking at him.

"no, no of course not, i mean i have you back." i chuckle, blushing and looking down. "but i don't wanna tell anyone, they already know our relationship is problematic."

"wow, the worlds most unproblematic person has the most problematic relationship." i laugh, making him nudge me with his shoulder, laughing too. "i'll meet you at the venue, where is it?"

"radio city, actually, i'll tell andrew i'm going there to meet fans already there, you wait here until i come back and tell you the coast is clear, okay?" i nod, as he stands up, cupping my cheeks and kissing me again. "love you."

"love you." i repeat, smiling as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

he walks back in five seconds later, picking me and his guitar up, and running out of the hotel to where his fans are. he takes photos with them, and then we begin the walk to radio city, laughing at each other stupidity along the way.

"so tour starts soon." shawn beams, as we turn into the street where radio city is.

"yeah, you must be so excited." i say to him, squeezing his hand.

"don't get me wrong, i am, but the size of this tour is what scares me, it's mental." he says. "and the tour is literally everywhere too."

"i'm so proud of you." he chuckles, leaning down and pecking my cheek. "are you sure you're well rested?"

"no, but oh well, i get to see my fans." he smiles, swaying our hands as we arrive at radio city. shawn goes to security, and they let us in, immediately directing us backstage.

"shawn where can i like wait?" i ask, as he slings his guitar around his neck, getting ready for the show.

"wait here, wait no, hey um security guard?" he calls. "can you take me girlfriend to one of the boxes?" they nod, as shawn leans down to peck my lips.

"meet me outside okay?" shawn mumbles.

"yeah, good luck!" he smiles at me, kissing me once more, before i'm taken to a box, and shawn rushes on stage.
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"thank you so much new york! i'll see you very soon!" he finishes, running off the stage, looking at my box as he does so. i smile, exiting the box and finding my way out of radio city into the streets of new york.

"anya?" i hear someone ask me. i turn around, seeing geoff.

"hey geoff, how are you?" i play off.

"i'm good, what are you doing here?" he asks, pointing at the outside of radio city.

"i decided to take a walk, i'm heading to the starbucks now." i say, pointing at the starbucks across the street.

"oh, okay well i'll see you on tour!" geoff waves, walking back to where a taxi is. i walk to the starbucks, seeing shawn coming out of the back door, as i rush forward, dragging him out by the arm, and running into the starbucks nearby.

"woah." he laughs as we come to a stop, a sudden puff of warm air hitting us.

"hey." i laugh back, going to queue up to get a drink. "you did great out there!" i comment, as he smiles at me, slipping one of his hands around my waist.

"thank you baby." he says softly, his cheeks reddening slightly. "and, i'm playing." he says, stepping in front of me, as he orders us two teas. i shake my head, chuckling to myself, as he takes out his card, paying for the drinks, as we walk to the waiting area.

"so what do you wanna do now?" he asks me, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"hmm, can we go to my apartment and stay there?" i ask, as he smiles at me.

"of course babygirl." he smiles at me once more, pecking my lips and picking up our drinks, handing me mine.

"i love this." he sighs, as i unlock the door to my apartment. "i love forgetting all my worries, when i'm with you i feel like a different person, like all the stress has just melted off of me, like nothing matters apart from us and living in now." he smirks at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

"i love this too." i mumble back, pressing my lips against his.

"i love you."

"i love me too."
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so some girl leaked shawns flight info and there's gonna be drama tonight i'm staying up lol