news

                                    

                                          
(y/n pov) 
i finished off my song, breathless. 
everyone cheered for me.
"thank you Oslo" i said, out of breath, as i blew kisses in all directions.
i went to all of the players, Norway and Italy. 
"lykke til" i said (good luck) to the Norwegian players as they shook my hand, some even kissing the back. 
i then went to the Italian players.
"in bocca al lupo" i said to the italian players 
(good luck) 
my microphone is still on, so the crowd heard me slightly. 
i started to run of the pitch, before i ran into the corridors, i said thank you again to Oslo, before running off. 
the staff helped me with the microphone, and i was invited into the crowd.
i had my seat higher up, and so i had to go up some stairs. 
i eventually got to the top,with some eyes on me. 
screaming of some girls grabbed everyone's attention.
including... marcus'. 
i went to the girls and hugged them as marcus stared, so did martinus.
they took a picture with me, and then gave me a bracelet, i'd treasure this FOREVER. 
i thanked them, gave them both a hug, and continued to go down the stairs to my seat.
i was seated not far in front of marcus and martinus.
it was awkward, but i shook hands with the two women beside me.
they complimented my voice, and obviously asked for a picture too.
they had a son and daughter who they have adopted.
the daughter was shy at first, i saw her norwegian flag face paint, complimented how good it was, and hugged her, in which she hugged me back tightly.
i later got pictures with their kids too.
i held the daughter in my hands and the son held onto my leg, which was the cutest thing ever. 
(marcus pov) 
y/n went down the steps, she had taken pictures with fans, and had an interaction with someone's daughter. 
i was really proud of her for succeeding in a career i really never expected her to have, but i was quite jealous too.
not in a bad way, but i had held onto guilt that i didn't really explain myself, and martinus knew that. 
he didn't do much though, i feel like he hates me because 1, i was always closer with y/n and 2, because she told him that i kind of "used her". 
i didn't pay much attention but martinus had been staring at her.
i budged his shoulder, he looked at me.
"eyes on the game" i said, giving him a death stare. 
the game continued on. 
 




eventually norway won, everyone was sooooo happy. 
(y/n pov) 
the game finished off, and surprisingly as the players were going off the pitch, i got a phone call from my aunt.
"hello?" 
"hi y/n, it's me, your aunt" 
"yes i know, what's up?" 
"i saw your performance, you were absolutely amazing" 
"thank you!" 
"but i have something really important to tell you" 
"what is it?" 
"i don't want you to freak out over this, or do anything bad, but" 
"but what?" 
"your mum, has recently been struggling..." 
"what do you mean?" i said, now getting out of the seats to the stairs.
i faced away from the pitch, like in the peoples direction. 
"well your mother has been in hospital for the past few days, she had a tumour" 
"a tumour? my mum? but she's healthy!" 
(marcus pov) 
"a tumour? my mum? but she's healthy!" i heard y/n saying, i was about to leave with martinus, but decided to stay longer as everyone left, so then we could leave easily, avoiding any crowds on the exit. 
(y/n pov) 
"yes y/n.." the crowd got louder, so i went to the barricades, looking over the pitch, and putting the phone on speaker.
"okay.. is she fine?" i felt presence, on either side of me as i saw people on the other side of the pitch taking pictures of me and stuff, i ignored them as i started to tear up.
"Y/N!!!" i heard some fans call out.
(marcus pov) 
i put my pointing finger over my lips as i looked at people calling for y/n, i was motioning them to be quiet. 
of course they stopped shouting. 
me and martinus were behind her. 
(y/n pov) 
"y/n..." my aunts voice got emotional.
"her tumour was in her brain, they couldn't do surgery on her on time" 
"so what happened?" i said as i sobbed a bit.
"if they found out earlier, they would have removed it" 
"aunt just tell me what happened!!!" i said, inpatient as my hands started to shake. 
"your mother... passed away, right after you finished your performance, she watched you on TV, she told me to tell you how much she loved you, and how proud she is of you" 
i broke down, ending the call.  
i wasn't going to do his whole career without my mother. 
TW
TW
TW






i stepped up the barricades wanting to jump off. 
i immediately felt someone's hands on my waist as they pulled me down.
i was now back on the ground, and the two distressed faces of marcus martinus have saved me .
i looked at them still crying, i was embarrassed. 
i ran away to the staff in tears
"what happened?" 
"my mum died" 
they all felt bad.
"can i go back to the hotel?" i said.
"of course, i'll get you an uber"