chapter twenty-six
fake
[shawn peter raul mendes]
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smiling, i link my hand around a fans waist, posing for a picture. "woah not that filter!" i laugh, as she swipes out of the elderly person one. she laughs, going onto the sad faces on.

"smile, like teeth." she says, smiling herself. i smile, and she snaps it, putting it up on her story.

"thank you hunny." i walk away, linking my hand back with anya's, as we walk down the southbank.

"you know i met a fan here once, well shouted at one." i laugh, remembering it. (a/n be ready for mine and shawns experience guys) "it was at like 5, and she was on a docked boat and literally about to jump off just to get a picture with me, i still haven't met her again though, so my promise hasn't worked out."

"maybe find her twitter and like give her meet and greet?" i shrug, looking down.

"i've met so many fans on southbank to be fair." i laugh.

"shawn, anya where are you going?" geoff calls us, walking up some yellow stairs. "the restaurants here."

we run up them, reaching the mexican restaurant, which has a lot of people here for early evening.

"i'm so sorry, but we don't have any seats currently. you're welcome to wait in the bar for about ten minutes." the waitress says, looking at me directly, and pulling on a piece of her hair. "i'd be happy to make you all a few drinks."

"sure, that'd be great." i smile, following her to the bar, anya trailing behind me, clinging onto my hand.

"could we get mojitos?" anya asks me, as i nod, ordering the correct amount for all six of us eating out tonight.

"six mojitos please." i say, getting my card out to pay.

"it's on the house baby." the waitress says, winking at me.

"oh um i'm taken." i say, squeezing anya's hand. "but thanks." i put my card away, as she sighs, making the drinks and putting them on a tray for us to carry to the group. i take them, handing them out, and grabbing one for myself.

"well, she was a bitch." anya mumbles, taking a sip of her drink.

"aw, was little anya jealous?" i smirk, a baby voice laced in with mine.

"no." she blushes red and takes another sip of her drink. "okay maybe a bit."

"anya." i laugh, pulling her into a side hug. "you'll always be my one and only."

"good." she says softly, leaning up and pecking my cheek. "i wanna be your one and only."

"you are." i reassure, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, making her smile.

"table for six is ready!" we follow the same waitress to the beck, where there is a booth ready. anya and i get in on one side, whilst the others all sit around us.

"so, shawn, anya, what brought you two back together?" andrew smirks at us, making me laugh, and anya chuckle lowly.

"i was sad." i shrug simply, as anya placed her hand on my thigh. "i also won her over."

"and i was sad too, i guess we just needed each other." anya says softly, tracing patterns on my thigh.

"you guys are so adorable!" chris squeals, finishing her mojito.

"yeah, i know i am." anya smirks, laughing. "we're only adorable because of me."

"without me, you wouldn't even be adorable." i tease, nudging her shoulder. she glares at me softly, smiling and sipping her mojito, rising her hand slowly upwards, resting on the seams of my jeans.

"anya." i whisper as everyone else starts chatting amongst themselves. "wh-what are you doing?" i lowly say, as she smirks, resting her hand right above my crotch, i feel my pants grow tighter.

"oh, payback." she says, breathing a laugh. "i was always adorable." she removes her hand, resting her chin on it instead, as i let out a sigh i didn't realise i was holding.
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ShawnMendes

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"amber annoys me." anya says, flopping onto our bed, her hair in a bun, and wearing one of my shirts and her leggings.

"what makes you say that?" i laugh, as she crawls into my arms.

"she flirts with you all the time, i mean she knows you're taken right?" anya moans, shutting her eyes.

"yeah, obviously she does." i say sarcastically. "i don't know why you're worrying anya."

"what do you mean shawn?" i sigh, standing up, and crouching on the floor. anya sits up, and looks at me in confusion.

"you see this?" i hold her hand, pointing at the ring i gave her. "i got this for you. you, anya, you're the only one i care about." she smiles, leaning forward and pecking my lips.

"i love you, shawn." she mumbles, pulling away.

"i love you so much more honey." i whisper, getting back into bed. "get some sleep okay? we have a long day ahead of us."

"i don't wanna sleep." she pouts, sitting up again. "can we watch harry potter?"

"sure, i'm wearing my calvins." she laughs, pushing me slightly, and rolling her eyes.
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anya sweeps some mascara over her eyelashes, as i hang up my phone, placing it on the bedside table.

"when are you meeting with your cousin?" i ask, sitting on the bed.

"in twenty minutes, don't worry, i'll meet you at the restaurant for the reservation for dinner." she stands up, cupping my cheeks and kissing them. "i love you."

"i love you too." i mumble. "at 7, okay?" she nods again, pecking my lips.

"bye baby." she smiles at me.

"bye anya." a warm blush coats her cheeks, as she grabs her bag and rushes out the hotel room, closing the door behind her. i sigh deeply, looking at my watch and seeing it is noon.

i get up, taking my shoes off and picking up a guitar, beginning to work on some new music. i order room service for a snack, and at around 6:20, i stand up, putting on a coat and grabbing my wallet, rushing out of the hotel room. some fans are waiting outside, so i meet them, taking pictures and talking to them for around ten minutes.

"-table for mendes?" i ask at the restaurant reception, my coat in my hands.

"right this way, sir." the man guides me to a two person table, handing me two menus.

"she'll be here in the next ten minutes or so." i reassure, laughing slightly.

"any drinks to start sir?" he asks, putting a decanter of water on the table, with two tall glasses.

"could i have a scotch?" i'm of an age to drink in england, i might as well enjoy and use it. "ten years will be fine."

"right away sir." he walks away, leaving me alone at the table. i take out my phone, sending a text to anya, telling her i'm here. now time to play the waiting game.

"sir, is the other person still attending?" i swirl around my scotch, sliding it down my throat.

"no." i spit angrily. "could i just have the bill please?"

"a lady paid for your bill already, she sends her sorrow." he points to an elderly woman, weakly smiling at me, and holding up a mug of tea. i stand up, going over to her, taking out my wallet.

"ma'am, you really didn't have to." i say, taking out some english money. "please, take this."

"go and relax young man, and tell that girl of yours she's lucky, you're the first younger i have seen here since my days." she says to me.

"please let me buy you something, or give you the money back." i beg.

"my niece loves you, so much. she tells me about all the hard work you do, and how genuine you are. there should be more people like you. please, just make sure your fiancée understands."

"fiancée? she's my girlfriend." i laugh softly. "thank you so much, and tell your niece that i love her and that i really appreciate her support." i say, giving the woman a hug.

"it's alright dear, and now go to your girlfriend and tell her that she's incredibly lucky."
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i take a breath, unlocking the hotel room door, taking my jacket off and chucking it off onto my chair.

"hey baby, where have you been?" anya whispers, sliding her hands over my shoulders. i shrug them away, walking straight to the bathroom, grabbing my sweatpants. i change into them, putting my clothes in a wash pile i made.

"shawn?" anya knocks. "can i come in, hun?"

"go away." i mumble, sighing and looking at myself in the mirror.

"baby what's wrong?" she asks.

"does dinner at 7 sound familiar?" i hear her curse and sigh. "i-" i sigh, running a hand through my hair. "how did you forget?"

"i'm so sorry shawn." she says softly. "i was talking to emilia, and we were talking about old christmases and-" she cuts herself off. "i won't come up with an excuse, i'm sorry i forgot." she says hurt, guilt laced through her voice.

i open up the door, and anya stands there, her arms holding her body. "hey why are you crying?" i ask, seeing tears sliding down her swollen cheek, still from when her mother slapped her.

"i-i" she stutters. "i'm sorry." she puts on her shoes, rushing out of the hotel room, slamming the door shut. i open it immediately, but already she's run away, out of this corridor.

i sigh, getting into bed, turning the lights off, and putting my phone on charge. i pull the covers around me, sleeping on the edge of my side of the bed, anya's side remaining cold, and lifeless.

the door opens and shuts a few hours later, and i feel anya slip in next to me, moving closer to me, and slipping her hand around me.

"i'm so sorry, shawn." she whispers, running her hand through my hair. "i don't know if you're asleep, but i've been such a shit girlfriend to you, and i'm sorry, i'm so damn sorry." she sniffles. "i'll make it up to you- ill plan something, anything- i'm so sorry."

i open my eyes, sitting up and turning to face her.

"i met a woman there." i say softly. "her niece is a fan of mine. she recognised me and paid for the bill." i add. "she told me to tell you that you're lucky."

"i know i am." anya says weakly.

"i'm not annoyed at you." i mumble. "i mean who could be? you're amazing. and you're so loveable, and genuine, and just amazing. i can't even describe how intelligent you are, i can't even explain how much you mean to me."

she chokes a sob, bring her hand to her mouth. "how did i get so lucky?" she whispers, sitting up next to me. "shawn what happened to us?"

"time, and people, and things that have happened, everything." i say. "sometimes i wish i didn't fall for you."

"same here shawn." she laughs sadly. "if i never took this job, maybe things would be easier for you."

"i ask myself that too." i put my arm around her, pulling her to my chest. "but i don't regret a thing- do you know why?"

"why?" she looks up at me.

"because i met you out of it, and i fell in love with you." i lowly whisper. "i can't help it if you missed your cousin."

"i don't get it." she finally comes out with. "why aren't you mad at me?" i smile sadly.

"because i'm ignorant, and too stubborn to let other things occupy me. even when i was pissed at you last year, i still couldn't think bad of you." i say, making her breathe a chuckle. "and i'm also unproblematic."

"now i fully understand why your fans love you so much." i look at her in confusion. "you're so- just- plainly- original."

i lean down, cupping her cheeks and pressing my lips to hers. she smiles into the kiss, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"i love you shawn." she whispers, pulling away.

"i love you too, anya."