[third person]
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it was fairly warm in europe for early march, especially in amsterdam. the temperature was a little over twenty degrees celsius, being comfortable for the large group of people on tour. shawn sighed gently, looking out of his hotel balcony, and seeing the crowds of fans beneath him, who somehow haven't even noticed him there.

"so, girlfriend?" brian asks him with a chuckle, handing shawn a bottle of opened beer. shawn lets out a sad laugh, taking a long sip of his beer.

"yeah," he mumbles. "fake, though," shawn mutters, running his other hand through his hair, before turning around, and leaning against the stone balcony. "god, my love life is fucked up."

"how are you feeling about it?"

"i mean, i don't like it," he says, folding his arms, and holding his bottle in between his bicep and lower arm. "but what can i do? if andrew says something, especially if he says something for press, i have to go along with it. it makes sense, i'm just about to start tour, and having a girlfriend would mean that my name will be the only name said all over europe, and eventually the world."

anya opens the doors to her balcony, stepping outside, only to see shawn and brian right next to her, the two of them only separated by a low concrete wall.

"hey anya," brian waves, as anya smiles slightly, folding her arms. "how you finding things?"

"hey," she responds. "eh, it's different, that's for sure," she jokes, looking down at the crowd of people briefly. "is it like this everywhere?"

"some places it's less, some places it's more," shawn answers, taking a sip of his beer, and looking between brian and anya, before sighing, and walking back into his hotel room. "can she just leave me alone?" he mumbles to himself, sitting down on the bed.

"don't mind him," brian tells anya, moving to where shawn was standing. "he's just-"

"confused? yeah, i know," anya says softly. "i get why. he's been pushed to have a girlfriend he doesn't even know. that probably sucks."

"yeah, he's not taking it well," he lets out an uncomfortable chuckle, looking back into the room, seeing shawn lying down and looking straight up at the ceiling, his hand on his chest, the other clutching the beer bottle beside him. "how are you taking it thought?"

"i-it's a little weird," she says, rubbing her arm gently. "i don't think anyone would expect themselves to be in a situation like this, you know? truthfully, i don't really care about pretending to have a boyfriend since i prefer being single, but it's just kind of annoying when that boyfriend acts like a dick to you for simply doing your job."

"yeah, i heard some of the stuff on the plane," brian tells her gently, as she sighs softly. "i'm sorry about that."

"don't be, it's not your fault," she responds. "i get why he's being a dick, but it isn't all exactly rainbows and unicorns for me, you know?"

"yeah i get you," brian sighs. "i guess it's because shawns trying to get over someone. he sort of missed his chance with her completely, wrote an entire album about her, released how he felt to the world, and he's still single," he lists. "it is tiring for him. i think he's just unsure of himself."

"that sucks," anya says. "well, i'm gonna go back in and order some room service. i'll see you in the morning, then."

"you aren't coming out with all of us?"

"nah, i'm really tired and honestly i just want to curl up with a pizza," she chuckles. "see you later, have a good night."

"you too," brian replies, before heading back into shawns room, seeing him in the same position.

"why is she so damn gorgeous?" shawn asks hazily, looking at brian. "it makes it so fucking hard to hate her."

"woah," brian chuckles, sitting in the armchair near the bed. "slow down, slow down."

"is she coming to dinner? please say she is," shawn asks, sitting up on the bed. "she's so beautiful. and cultured. did you know that she's indian?"

"she's not," brian tells him. "stop acting like a dick and maybe she will."

"i am not acting like a dick," shawn scoffs, rolling his eyes at brian.

"shawn," he says. "you are."

"stop taking up so much god damn space," shawn muttered to anya, who sat far away from him, on her side of the first class seat.

"seriously? we have separate seats," she scoffs back. "don't you have like work to do?"

"don't you have a book to read?" he shoots back. "lose some weight while you're at it, maybe then you won't take up so much space."

"okay maybe i was," shawn sighs at last, standing up from the bed. "but how can i not be? every time i see her i'm just reminded of how she's literally my fake girlfriend, and how she applied for the job to support andrew."

"dude, she probably applied for the job to support herself," brian says to him. "think about how it is for her, she's just been whisked into your world all of a sudden, and you're being a complete dick to her. she probably feels out of place from everyone else, and only wants to fit in."

"i get what you're saying," shawn compromises. "but coming into this life was literally her decision to make at the end of the day. she didn't have to take the job."

"you're actually pathetic," brian chuckles. "she's next door, feeling so fucking uncomfortable because of you, to the point where she's not coming with us for the opening tour meal, and instead she's staying inside and ordering room service."

"that's her own fault!" shawn argues back, picking up his phone and wallet, sliding them into his pockets.

"whatever you say, dude, whatever you say," brian mutters, exiting shawns room, shawn following close behind; the two of them heading down to the lobby to meet the rest of the crew.

anya stayed up in her room.
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"andrew? what are you doing here?" anya asks, unlocking her door and bunching up her sleeves in her hands.

"we bought you takeout," he says, holding up a bag of chinese food. she smiles softly, taking the bag, and opening the door slightly wider, so andrew can come in. "why didn't you come with us tonight?"

"you really wanna know why?" she asks, folding her arms, after thanking andrew for the food.

"actually come to think of it, it's probably obvious why," he chuckles. "i'm sorry about shawn. is there anything we can do for you?"

"don't worry about it, it's fine," she mumbles, looking away from him, and instead looking at the bed she's been lazing on for the past four hours.

"okay well, i just came to give you the takeout, but other than that, have a good night, and just be ready tomorrow by ten. go down for breakfast whenever you want, or order room service, but take your time in the morning, and we should be heading to the arena for around 11," andrew explains to her. "see you tomorrow."

"thanks andrew," she says, bidding him goodbye, and watching him leave her hotel room. a puff of air leaves her lips, as she grabs her phone and walks onto the terrace, the cool night air kissing her bare skin on her shoulders, making her shiver softly.

she dials up her mums number, thinking it will be a good time to call her, as she settles her hand onto the terrace boundary, looking out in front of her.

"hey sweetie," her mum answers. "how are you?"

"hi mum," she smiles, looking down at the street that is now empty from people. "i'm good thanks, how are you?"

"trying to make food for everyone, since your dad is being lazy, and your brother can't be bothered to leave his wife," she complains. "i'm telling you, anya, the moment you get married will be the best day of my life. you'll know how it feels and all this hard work i put in to keep the house-"

"mum, i'm not gonna be a housewife," anya whines, a small smile lining her lips. "and i'm nineteen! let me live!"

"careful anya rose or i'll get the rolling pin-"

"mum!" anya chuckles, making her mum laugh. "yeah, about marriage, i'm kind of seeing someone?"

"you are? is he a doctor? an accountant? a lawyer?-"

"no mum," anya cuts off her traditional mother. "he's a singer."

"ah, beta, singers are useless! does he now expect the brides family to pay for all the events? or-"

"mum," she grumbles. "he's not indian, and he's pretty well known-"

"not indian? oh anya, what have i taught you? this is why you should've let your father and i set you up with that doctor who just graduated from harvard-"

"mum," anya sighs. "it's not how you think it is. i live in new york city, i'm not gonna marry a traditional indian, and have kids straight away. i'm nineteen! you're starting to sound like nani."

"your brother got married at twenty," she points out, making anya sigh. "fine, when do i meet him?"

"just search up shawn mendes on google," she sighs. "i'll probably come up too."

it killed anya knowing that she couldn't even spill a word about this arranged relationship to her mother. she was so close to her mum, and obviously she couldn't let her know for obvious reasons. she's a traditional indian woman, she'll tell every single indian in america, and then it'll spiral out of control.

shawn listened in to their conversation, poking his head outside of the terrace door, his eyes wide in shock at what he's hearing. he knew she couldn't tell her family a word, since they had never even met andrew, and couldn't even sign the paperwork to say they won't tell anyone.

"alright mum, i'll talk to you soon. tell everyone i say hi," anya sighs, moving away from the balcony edge, and turning around, making shawn quickly poke his head back inside. "yeah, i will. i love you."

anya hangs up, strolling back into her room and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. somehow, despite the six figure salary she was earning now, she just wanted to let go of the job completely. she deeply wished she never took it.

because now, her mum wouldn't stop talking about her daughter to the entire community, and wouldn't stop trying to send signs to shawn to marry her.

indian families, eh?
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y'all don't come @ me for being offensive to a culture, i'm indian lol (and honestly, that's how it is)