When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 17 : A New Beginning (2023)

Chapter: A New Beginning (2023)

The Karaoke Bar Encounter

The karaoke bar was alive with energy, the dim lights flickering over a crowd of laughing, singing strangers. Y/N sat at a corner table with her best friends, Rachel and Gale, sipping on her drink as the latest performer stumbled through a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. The chaotic charm of the night had her grinning, even as Rachel leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Let’s do Dancing Queen! You know, an ABBA classic to shake things up,” Rachel declared, already standing to drag Y/N and Gale to the stage.

Y/N protested weakly but joined her friends, their voices blending with the off-key harmony of the crowd. The night was about fun, and for once, Y/N let herself relax.

As they laughed their way through the song, Y/N’s attention drifted to the stage. A figure stood in the spotlight, captivating the room. It was her. Dua Lipa. Her velvety voice filled the space, silencing the bar as she performed one of her hits. Y/N was mesmerized, clapping harder than anyone when the song ended.

A mutual friend noticed their awe and grinned. “You should meet her. She’s actually super chill,” they offered, gesturing toward Dua, now mingling with fans.

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing. But as the night wore on, courage found her. She approached Dua with a hesitant smile.

“Hey, you were incredible up there,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with admiration.

Dua turned, her warm smile instantly putting Y/N at ease. “Thank you! I saw you singing earlier—you’ve got great energy!”

What started as small talk quickly evolved into something deeper. Y/N shared stories of her football career, while Dua opened up about the highs and lows of life in the spotlight. The connection between them was immediate, their conversation flowing like they’d known each other forever.

“Want to get out of here?” Y/N asked suddenly, the boldness surprising even herself.

Dua’s eyes sparkled. “I’d love to. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

Before long, they were driving out to the Hamptons, the spontaneity of it all adding to the magic of the night.

The Hamptons Beach Night

The sun dipped below the horizon, the sky painted in swirls of gold and pink. Y/N and Dua sat on the cool sand, the rhythmic sound of waves their only companion.

“You know,” Y/N began, breaking the comfortable silence, “this feels surreal. I mean, you’re Dua Lipa. Pop star extraordinaire.”

Dua chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you’re Y/N, football superstar. I guess we’re both just people trying to figure things out.”

Y/N smiled softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Yeah. Especially after my divorce. Letting someone in again—it feels… impossible.”

Dua’s expression shifted, her voice tender. “I get that. My last relationship was a mess too. I tried so hard to make it work, but it drained me. I felt like I wasn’t enough.”

Y/N turned to her, surprised. “You? Not enough? That’s hard to believe.”

Dua laughed, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Trust me, being in the spotlight doesn’t make insecurities disappear. If anything, it amplifies them.”

Y/N nodded, understanding all too well. “Maybe that’s why we clicked. We know what it’s like to feel alone in a crowded room.”

Dua looked at her, an unspoken connection passing between them. “Exactly. And it’s nice to finally talk to someone who gets it.”

As the conversation deepened, Y/N felt a warmth she hadn’t experienced in years. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears, the night stretching endlessly before them.

The Morning After – Breakfast

The next morning, they found a quaint little café tucked away from the busier streets. The décor was charming, with mismatched chairs and bright, cheerful walls.

“Pancakes or waffles?” Y/N asked, scanning the menu.

“Pancakes. No contest,” Dua replied, her grin contagious.

“Good choice,” Y/N said, placing their order. As they waited for their food, Y/N leaned forward, a playful glint in her eye. “How about a game? Twenty questions, but less formal.”

“Alright, you first,” Dua said, resting her chin on her hand.

“What’s your biggest fear?”

Dua paused, her expression thoughtful. “Losing myself. Fame can be consuming, and sometimes it feels like people only see the pop star, not the person.”

Y/N nodded, relating deeply. “I get that. People see the footballer, not the girl who just wants a quiet life.”

Dua reached across the table, her hand brushing against Y/N’s. “You’re more than that. You’re amazing, Y/N.”

Y/N blushed, laughing nervously. “Alright, enough with the compliments. Your turn.”

They spent the morning exchanging stories, laughter filling the café as pancakes arrived.

Training at Gotham FC – A Surprise Visit

Two weeks later, Y/N was back on the pitch at Gotham FC’s training facility. The air buzzed with energy as the team warmed up.

“Y/N, ready to show us what you’ve got?” her teammate Ali called out.

“Just try to keep up,” Y/N shot back, grinning.

As practice began, Y/N caught sight of a familiar figure strolling toward the field. Dua, dressed casually in jeans and a hoodie, waved at her.

“Dua?” Y/N shouted, jogging over, her heart skipping a beat. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d come see my favorite player in action,” Dua said, smirking.

“You’re going to embarrass me,” Y/N teased, though her smile betrayed her delight.

The team took notice, teasing Y/N relentlessly. “Looks like we’ve got a cheerleader today!” Ali joked.

Throughout practice, Dua cheered loudly, her playful commentary keeping everyone laughing. When Y/N fumbled a pass, Dua called out, “Nice move, superstar!”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop grinning.

A New Routine

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N and Dua grew inseparable. Their lives, though different, blended effortlessly. Dua would sit in the stands during Y/N’s games, while Y/N found herself inspired to write songs again.

One day, after practice, Y/N handed Dua a football. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Oh no,” Dua said, laughing nervously. “I’ll probably kick it into the next town.”

And she nearly did. Y/N doubled over laughing as the ball veered wildly off course. “Stick to singing, superstar,” she teased.

“Only if you promise to stay on your feet during your next game,” Dua shot back, grinning.

Their laughter echoed into the evening, a sound that felt like home. For the first time in a long while, Y/N felt like she had found something real.