[third person]
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anya found herself strolling around the backstage area of the arena in barcelona, a sigh tumbling from her lips, and her stomach groaning in hunger. granted, she was hungry, but she knew that if she ate, she would have to throw up.

and she didn't want to throw up.

"hey, anya," shawn jogs up to the girl who's aimlessly walking around, much to anya's dismay. anya sighs gently, stopping her tracks, and turning around, noticing random people around, so she'll have to act as shawns girlfriend.

"hey babe," she says, sighing gently, as shawn furrows his brow in confusion, but then realises where they are. "everything okay?"

"yeah, are you okay, hunny?" he asks, his voice sweet like sugar to her ears. she hated how intimidating he was. "shit, you're shivering," it's only then, when she notices the slight shiver in her stature. she shrugs, folding her arms and smiling a tight lipped smile at him. "here," he slips off his hoodie, handing it to anya. she smiles thankfully, pulling it over her head, as shawn walks beside her, holding onto her hand softly. "go to my dressing room, the heatings on in there," he whispers close to her ear, kissing her cheek gently. she nods, looking away and her smile turning into a neutral frown.

shawn walks off, saying hi to a few people, before heading to his meet and greet. he tucks in the bottom of his shirt into his jeans, before meeting jake outside a door.

"ready, kid?" he asks him, as shawn nods, pushing out a huge smile.

"yeah," he grins. "but can you ask someone to go check on anya? she's not looking to good."

"who's not looking too good?" andrew asks, butting into their conversation.

"anya," shawn sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i've noticed she's not been okay. andrew, i think something's wrong."

"what makes you think that?"

"when we were out in paris, she threw up straight after dinner, and she's been looking so sunken in lately. i literally just saw her and she was shivering, i held her hand and it was like an ice cube," shawn explains. "can we like get a medic to look at her?"

"i'll go see how she is," andrew says, concerned. "just go do your meet and greet, come back for soundcheck, and then you have he q&a, yeah?"

"got it," shawn nods. "keep me updated about anya, please?"

"what's up with you?" jake asks shawn, confused by him. "i thought you hated her."

"i didn't," shawn says, sticking up for himself. "i just didn't like the way that i met her," he says, looking at andrew, who shrugs.

"alright, i'll go check on her," andrew sighs. "good luck, dude."

"thanks man," shawn grins, following jake through the corridor. "how many for this one?"

"300," jake answers, opening another door and holding it open for shawn. "ready?"

"is that even a question?"
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"hey anya," andrew starts, opening up the door to shawns dressing room, seeing the girl curled up on the couch, shawns hoodie cuddled against her body, warming her up. "woah, anya," andrew says, shutting the door behind him. "is everything okay?"

"i'm fine," she mumbles, pulling the sleeves over her hands. andrew sighs, sitting down on the other side of the couch.

"anya," andrew urges. "what's going on?"

"nothings going on," she mutters. "i'm fine."

"anya," andrew sighs, as she stands up from the couch, folding her arms against her chest. "somethings up, i know there is."

"nothings up!" she snaps, getting annoyed quickly. "i'm fine."

"if you're fine," andrew says, picking up the tray of food he brought with him, which consisted of cheesy fries and a drink. "eat this. it'll make you feel better," he says, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"andrew, i just ate, i'm good," she lies, looking down at the fries which look incredibly tempting, but she knows she needs to stay away from them.

"what's going on?" brian opens the door and walks in, shutting it behind him, seeing anya standing up, and andrew holding out a tray of food. somehow, the pieces click in his mind, and he shakes his head at anya. "no, anya," he says. "please don't tell me that it's true."

tears pool at her eyes, and she collapses down onto the couch, placing her head in her hands, and sobbing into them. andrews quick to put the tray of food down, and shuffle closer to anya, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"i'm sorry!" she weeps, the tears constantly rolling down her cheeks.

"how long?" brian asks carefully, sitting down on the other side of anya.

"what's going on?" andrew asks confused, still not knowing what's happening, as brian comforts anya, letting her cry against him.

"eating disorder," brian mumbles, looking down at the broken girl. andrew still scrunches up his face at brian, and he sighs gently. "shawn."

"shawn?"

"shawn," brian nods. "anya, how long?" he asks her gently, stroking her hair, as she cries silently.

"three weeks," she mumbles. "b-before it was just throwing up," she starts, looking up from brian's embrace, her face empty and cold.

"why did you listen to him?" brian asks her softly, as she sighs, looking up at him, and letting the tears roll down her cheeks.

"h-he was right," she sniffles. brian sighs, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, as andrew sighs, standing up and placing his hand on his forehead in stress. she erupts into another round of cries, as andrew quickly leaves the room, straight to the meet and greet to yell at shawn, after he's done with meeting the fans.

"it's okay," brian comforts her, as she crawls back into his embrace, crying against his chest. "it's okay," he runs his fingers over her back, as she cries and cries, letting out every single emotion she's held in. "shh, it's okay. we're gonna help you, okay?"

"p-please don't tell shawn," she begs, looking up.

"why? he needs to know what he's done," brian tells her gently. "he's a dick."

"he's got a show tonight. don't tell him, please bri," she whispers, as he sighs, before nodding, and pressing his lips to her forehead softly. she sniffles, resting her head against his shoulder, cuddling up to him, and enjoying the comfort.

"what the hell happened?" the door bursts open yet again, revealing mike, zubin, dave and eddy, all concerned, and angered at the same time. "what the hell did shawn do?" mike asks, sitting down on the couch next to anya.

"you guys know?" brian asks, as anya quickly moves away from brian, her face holding an emotion more of horror than anything else.

"andrew is fuming. he's going to kill shawn," zubin explains, shutting the door, and looking at anya. "anya, just know that we're all here to help you, yeah? never listen to shawn ever again."

"oh god," anya mumbles, letting herself cry again, her emotions getting the better of her. "oh god."

"what?" dave asks, confused.

"she didn't want shawn to find out," brian explains, as anya quickly stands up, running out of the room, ignoring the boys' yells for her to stop. she runs straight to where the meet and greet is, seeing andrew opening the curtain, and yelling blue murder at shawn. her eyes go wide, and she sprints into the curtained room immediately.

"andrew, no!" she yells, seeing him yelling at shawn, but not spilling too much information. luckily, the meet and greet was over, and no fans were near. "don't, p-please don't."

"w-what's going on?" shawn asks, slightly worried as he looks at anya, who's an emotional mess. "anya?"

"don't you dare touch her!" andrew screams, his face incredibly angered. "i don't even know why i fucking signed you up in the first place."

"w-what?"

"you're a monster, shawn, how dare you even do that to a girl?" shawns face turns into panic, as he looks between anya and andrew, anya who's still crying, and andrew who's breathing heavily. "shows cancelled tonight. jake, get the message round, please," andrew says, folding his arms angrily.

"w-what did i do?" shawn asks, a frown covering his face, and anxiety filling him.

"you gave her a fucking eating disorder, that's what!" andrew yells at shawn, making shawn flinch, and his head spin with pure anxiety.

anya wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole, she didn't want to be there, she didn't want to see them fight and argue with each other. she didn't want to be there; it was all her fault. she knew she was breaking the tour apart.

shawn however, was heartbroken. he never had felt such a guilty pain before. he wanted to escape as much as anya did, but he wanted to desperately take his actions back more than anything else.

"just get back to the bus, shawn. no one wants to fucking speak to you," shawn looks between anya and andrew; anya who's silently letting the tears stream down her face, and andrew, who's avoiding any sort of eye contact with shawn. "you better call your parents and tell them what's going on before i tell them the real reason."

"y-yeah," shawn stutters out, looking straight at anya, and then down at the floor, not even knowing what came over him. the tears burn his eyes, and he turns around, following his orders, not wanting to be yelled at anymore.

"are you okay?" andrew asks anya gently, as soon as shawn had left. anya nods, wiping away her tears. "anya, i'm so incredibly sorry about everything."

"i-it's fine," she mumbles, hugging her arms. "a-andrew why did you tell him? i-i don't want him to feel like it's his fault-"

"but it is," andrew urges, looking at anya in confusion. "he needs to learn he can't treat you like shit."

"b-but he doesn't anymore," she mumbles, wiping her cheeks again. "y-you shouldn't have done that," she whispers, walking out of the room, in the opposite direction shawn went in.

she just prayed that shawn was okay.