pre-warning: there are going to be some massive time jumps coming up shortly (probably after the next couple parts)
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chapter fifty-four
feelings
[anya rose steinburg]
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"i can't believe it's christmas eve tomorrow, this year has just gone way too fast." shawn sighs, playing with my hand as we sit opposite each other in a local coffee shop. i chuckle softly, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.

"this year's been great from june onwards." i grin at him, as his cheeks heat up a soft pink. "and i guarantee next year is going to be great." he grins again, pushing my hand up, so our palms are touching each other.

"you're so lovable, you know that, right?" shawn says out of the blue, making me let out a small chuckle.

"no." i answer, a soft tinge pinched at my cheeks. "you're so lovable, you know that, right?" i repeat, making him smile, baking his head.

"i knew, i mean, i am shawn mendes." he teases, making me chuckle lightly. "darling, i honestly can't wait to marry you."

"same here, shawn." i let out a small sigh, a smile painted on my lips. he bites his bottom lip, smirking down at me.

"i think it's time we decided our living plans." he says, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"your condos pretty decent." i shrug playfully, taking another sip of my warm beverage. he chuckles, rolling his eyes. "no, seriously, toronto."

"what about your place in london?" he asks. "why don't we live in london for our first year?"

"why don't you move to london for 2019, with me? and then after our wedding we move to toronto." i suggest.

"why don't we live in both? i mean, i am a celebrity, i can have homes in different places." he says. "justin bieber does."

"okay then." i laugh, raising my eyebrows at him. "so we keep both places?"

"basically, yeah." he nods, letting out a small laugh. "god, why can't we just move to i don't know, paris? or barcelona? or heck let's move to australia."

"okay but shawn do you really want to move to somewhere far away from family?" i ask him, curiously. he ponders about it for a few seconds, before sighing and looking at me.

"no, not really." he says, shrugging. "anyway, london and toronto, we have it settled." he confirms, making me chuckle softly. "are you hungry, love?"

"a little, i'll go grab us something." i go to stand up and reach for my wallet, but shawn stops me, holding onto my arm and making me sit down again.

"my treat, stay here hunny." i roll my eyes at him as he grins, showing off his perfectly straight pearly whites. "sweet potato and feta wraps okay with you?"

"they sound perfect." i beam at him, as he smirks back, walking to the food service area, ordering two sweet potato and feta wraps, waiting at the table, and scrolling through his phone. i rest my head on my chin, sighing softly as i continue to stare at my fiancée.

i got lucky.

he runs a hand through his curls before he collects the two plates, juggling them in his large hands, and walking back to the table, placing them down, one in front of me and the other where he sits. i let out another sigh, my eyes still beading over him.

"what?" he asks, with a small laugh.

"you have a cute ass." i smirk back. "our kids have to be looking like you, and that's final. i want two mini shawns."

"okay anya." he chuckles. "but that means i want two mini anyas." he cocks a smirk, his milky skin pinched by his dimples. i feel my cheeks heat up, as his hand finds mine, his slim, slender fingers tying themselves with mine, making me smile softly.

"kids in a few years then?" i ask him, as his cheeks flush red, whilst he nods his head wildly, his curls nodding over his head.

"anya, shawn!" we hear behind us. shawn smiles, as i turn around, seeing a girl and a boy of barely even 19, but older than 17, standing there, holding a mug of hot coffee each.

"hey, how are you guys?" the fans slowly wake up to our table, as shawn stands up, greeting them both with hugs.

"hey, we're good, what about you?" the blonde girl replies, smiling at us both. "congratulations on the engagement by the way!"

"we're great, and thank you." i chuckle, as shawn sends me a small smile. "do you guys live around here then?"

"i don't, but my grandma does, this ones taking me round to his favourite places." she shoves the blonde boy next to her, as shawn and i beam at the friends, or couple?

"that's sweet, what are your names?" shawn asks, smiling.

"i'm lucas, this is hannah." the boy introduces them.

"well i'm shawn, and this is anya, but you probably already knew that." shawn jokes, as the four of us share a laugh.

"wow really? who could've guessed? anyway, we should get going, nice seeing you both, hope you have a merry christmas." hannah beams, as i let out a small chuckle.

"you too, merry christmas." i say. "have a great day."

"thank you!" lucas says, before the pair leave the coffee shop, leaving shawn and i alone.

he looks amazed for a few moments, before he settles back to eat again, chuckling to himself. "that was the first time in ages when fans actually wanted to just talk." he says, shocked in a good way.

"that's sweet." i grin at him, taking a bite of my wrap, the flavours exploding in my mouth. "i have to say it was weird not seeing them ask for a photo."

"yeah, but i liked it." he chuckles, starting to eat his wrap.
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"i hate it when it snows really heavily." i sigh, leaning back and resting my head on shawns lap. "like, we have to stay inside."

"well, there's pretty much close to a blizzard going on outside, so i'm pretty sure we're not going to be able to get our flight on the 27th." he says sadly, playing with my hair.

"shit, yeah," i sit up, looking at him. "shawn, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, don't worry about it." he lets out a soft laugh, but i know that he's heartbroken on the inside. "we'll have a do in my condo when we can fly over, it's okay." i nod, placing my head back on shawns lap, as he continues to play with my hair. "and, who says we can't do anything inside?" shawn asks, lifting my head from his lap.

"can i do your makeup?" i ask him, folding my legs together on my bed, looking at shawn as he raises his eyebrows, shaking his head. "oh come on, please! you can- actually you can't do anything, just let me do your makeup, please!" i whine, as he lets out a small chuckle.

"anya, as much as i love you and trust you, i do not trust you with putting makeup on my face." he tells me, putting his hands up in surrender. i take a gasp, playfully glaring at him.

"shawn!" i whine, folding my arms. "please?" i stick out my bottom lip, pouting at him, as he lets out a small sigh.

"fine." he grumbles, as i jump up excitedly, grabbing onto his hands and pulling him up with me, as i lead him over to my dressing table, making him sit on the chair. i perch on the table so i'm sitting in front of him, as i open up my tray of regularly used makeup. i pull out my foundation, looking at the colour and shawns pale skin.

"well this is going to be fun." i chuckle, opening up the bottle, and squirting a small amount onto the back of my hand, as he sighs, linking his arms around my waist. i grab a beauty blender, bouncing it on the foundation, before bouncing it onto shawns skin, the tanned colour contrasting against his pale skin. my eyes go wide and let out a small chuckle, making shawn groan.

"i need to start fake tanning." he groans, peering at his appearance in the mirror, making me laugh. i then lather on some concealer, evening out his skin tone, before contouring and setting his face with a bake powder.

"hmm, eyes." i say to myself, looking at my naked heat palette, nodding. i take it out quickly, managing to create a very deep burgundy look on shawns eyelids, followed by a winged liner.

"no, anya, no," he says, as i hold out my mascara tube.

"shawn! you'd look so pretty, please?" i complain again, opening up the tube, and moving the wand closer to his eye, as he dodges away, letting me streak it over the side of his nose. "oh, shit," i laugh, as shawn heaves out a sigh, playfully glaring at me.

"oh that's it." he pulls out one of my lipsticks, opening up the tube and smearing it over the side of my face.

"shawn!" i squeal, as he lifts me up, tickling at my sides. "s-stop!" he laughs at me, as i go into hysterics, uncontrollably laughing. "babe, stop!" i laugh, as shawn finally stops, putting me back down on the floor, directly in front of the full length mirror. i take my phone out of my jeans pocket, logging onto snapchat and posing for a picture with shawn, his face covered in the half finished makeup, and my cheek smeared with lipstick. i snap the picture, his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. after taking the picture, i add a few extra details, before putting it on my story, throwing my phone onto my bed.

"hey, look at me," shawn whispers softly, cupping my cheek as i turn to face him, snaking one of my arms up his chest, laying it around the back of his neck. "i love you."

"i love you," i reply, smiling gently at him, leaning up and pressing my lips to his. his hands find their way around my waist, pulling me tightly against him, as his soft lips capture mine, his tongue running across my lower lip.

"jump," he whispers against my lips, as i jump up, knitting my legs around his torso, his large hands holding me up, as he places me back down on the vanity, not breaking our kiss at all.

"just saying, you look stunning." i tell shawn, kissing his cheek gently after pulling away from the kiss. he lets out a small laugh, burying his head in my shoulder, chuckling to himself.

i feel happy.