ᴺᴱᵂ ᴺᴱᴵᴳᴴᴮᴼᵁᴿ

its not so bad

(y/n pov)

i left the bathroom, noticed the boys and tried to walk off quickly.

a harsh forced acted upon my arm again, it was marcus.

i had started sobbing again.

"y/n-" marcus said, hugging me.

suddenly paparazzi came abs started to take photos.

and no, i didn't hug him back.

"y/n! come over here guys" we heard a man say, marcus turned me around and had his hand on my back the whole time when we went to their manager.

"y/n, i know this is crazy, but can we talk it out in the limousine?" the man asked.

"i have my own limousine" i said.

i looked for my limousine, but saw ella close the door and drive off.

my face was emotionless, as if i said goodbye to ella for the last time.

tears just dropped onto my dress.

i sighed, giving in and following them.

we eventually entered a limousine, much bigger and more luxurious.

the manager had my awards.

i already knew he was using me if he took the witness to take my awards.

the doors closed behind us.

we sat down.

it was marcus, me and martinus, then the manager in front of martinus, because there was a TV in front of marcus.

i was looking straight ahead, avoiding contact with the twins as well as the manager.

"y/n, so?" the manager said, suddenly starting a conversation.

the twins stopped looking out of the window and looked at me, who stayed silent.

"i'm so sorry for the crazy plot twist tonight-"

"it was going so fucking well." i finally said.

marcus knew i was sad, and so he put his arm around me, but i quickly pushed it away.

"i've done a lot of research about you, so did marcus and martinus, i know what you want in your career you just have to... trust me"

"well, what if i don't?"

the manager went silent.

"that's what i thought" i said, taking my phone out.

(martinus' pov)

y/n took her phone out, i found it quite rude until i looked at her screen.

it was her texting "mum❣️".

she wrote "i won three awards, i hope your proud of me"

she then sighed after she sent the message.

i looked at marcus, motioning to look at y/ns phone screen.

he did, and when he did, he looked sad for y/n, i mean, so did i.

there's was a bunch of messages too, that were sent before that.

"i love you"

"i miss you so much"

"wish you were here"

"you left too early"

"i had a rough day mum"

"i hate myself so much mum"