(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"
TW
until i saw one message.
"i relapsed"
she later turned her phone off, so we quickly looked away.
"aren't managers supposed to manage one artist, not two?" i asked.
"i'm capable of managing more than one."
"he's a good manager.." marcus added quietly.
"what if i declined your offer for being my manager?" i asked.
"you'd regret it.." the manager said
"really?" i said.
then a weird emotion came, as if i were crying or something; but i wasn't really crying when i touched my cheeks.
it was so weird, but i acted like nothing happened.
"is there a studio or?" i asked.
"why?"
"thought you were professional" i said.
he laughed.
"i am professional! and yes i do have a studio"
"A studio?" i said, emphasising on the A.
"yes"
"so one studio, but your managing two artists. well three but two are together"
"yeah! i have time slots for you guys. you usually go before them"
i sighed.
"okay." i said.
the rest of the ride was quiet, but the manager handed me papers to sign so he can officially be my manager.
i kind of struggled, i was slightly shaking and i was nervous.
should i trust him or not?
i noticed the boys looking at the paper, probably waiting for me to sign, so i just signed it.
eventually the papers were signed and he handed me a table.
i scanned my eyes across it.
studio every other day.
it wasn't bad to be honest, i started to build my trust in him.
"if you ever decide to come to the studio when you don't have studio time, feel free, it's not far away." the studio address was at the bottom, and i recognised the street.
"thank you" i added.
he nodded, and it went silent again.
i just looked at my paper until my phone started ringing
i looked over to see "daisy💗".
i sighed, and silenced my phone.
i wasnt really in the mood to talk to anyone and despite my new manager not being that bad, i was mad that ella just left.
i went to google maps on my phone and checked how long till we get home.
in 40 minutes.
i sighed, the manager was talking to someone through the phone, and the twins on either side of me were quiet.
i started to fix my dress a bit, it was twisting a bit, so i fixed it.
suddenly my phone called again.
this time it was "Valdrin Sahiti" the fashion designer.
i smiled and answered.
"hello?" i said.
"y/n!!! you looked amazing in the dress!"
"thank you!"
"what are you up to now?"
"just going home now, i think"
"you think?"
"yeah no im sure!"
"okay good! is it okay if i post your red carpet photos as well as stage photos to my instagram?"
"of course!!!" i said, smiling.
"great! congratulations on your awards"
"thank you! im so happy"
"your a strong woman y/n" his voice went all serious.
"t-thank you.." i said.
i started to fidget with my dress.
"your speech was amazing, but i guess your really tired so i don't want to disturb you, thank you y/n"
"thank YOU valdrin, have an amazing rest of your day"
i ended the call, slightly confused but also happy.