Falling for Bård - a YouTube/Ylvis story

Alternate Ending

My eyelids fluttered open at the sunlight pouring into the room through the curtains in my room. My room at the house Troye and I lived at. Why am I back here? All I remember going to sleep with Bard and I woke up here.

"Troye?" I practically shouted. In an instant, the door swung open.

"What is it?" he asked panicked. He came to my side and hugged me.

"Why am I here?" I asked looking up at him. His concerned eyes turned into confusion.

"What do you mean?" He replied scrunching up his face.

"I mean why aren't I home. I'm meant to be home," I said starting to panic even more throwing the duvet to the floor. I tried to get up but he held me down and looked into my eyes.

"Bella, what are you saying? This is your home," He said. This isn't my home. What was HE talking about? I mean this was my home but not anymore.

"No this isn't!" I yelled standing up and facing him. He also stood up and walked over to me placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Bella! I don't know what you are talking about! And I don't know why you are acting like this but you have to stop!" He said looking into my eyes. And that's when I saw how young he was.

"But what about Bard! What about my children!"

"You don't have any children! And who's Bard?" He asked even more confused than before.

"Bard! My husband! You know him! Please just stop with the games!" I begged.

"These aren't games Bella! You don't have a husband! You have no kids! It's only just us two here is this flat in London!" I yelled walking back out the room.

I walked into the bathroom to have a shower and freshen up, maybe think about things. I stripped from my pjs, which I always used to wear, and hopped in. I let the hot water calm me down. But how could that be. How could Troye deny anything! I was confused.

I jumped back out and wrapped a towel around myself and walked out. I put some clothes on and went back into the bathroom to brush my hair.

I bent down to the drawer to receive my brush and stood back up again. What I saw was not me. Well, it was me, but not me now. I looked 21 again. I stood there processing it all.

"Bella?" I heard Troye say then a knock at the door.

I didn't answer although he came in anyway.

"Bella... would you like pancakes? And also Dan and Phil are coming over," He said.

"Yeah...yeah ok. I'll be down soon," I replied keeping my gaze at the mirror.

He walked back out and shut the door softly before leaving. I sighed quietly and went on brushing my hair.

After a few minutes, I made my way to the kitchen to see Troye dishing up pancakes. I said pancakes, not good quality pancakes. I sat down on the couch when Troye handed me a plate with you guessed it, pancakes.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I lifted my laptop onto my lap. I went onto Twitter and went through my newsfeed. Everything was from years ago, almost 20 years ago.

"Troye... what date is it?" I asked hesitantly.

"It's the 24th of June, 2013," he replied taking a mouthful of pancake.

"But..."

"But whatever happened was a dream! Your husband! Your children! Was a dream! I'm sorry, but it's true," He said as he got quieter with every word.

I looked down at my hands and a single tear fell down my cheek. Troye realised and sat down next to my taking hold of my hand and squeezing it lightly.

"Tell me about them," He said quietly.

"My husband, Bard, he was nice you know. Norwegian. Had a brother, Vegard. We had twins. One boy and one girl. I called then Sam and Nessa," I began to tear up.

"It must have been nice," He said letting go of my hand and walking to the front door.

It was all a dream. I can't believe it. Maybe it was my future. Maybe it is what's going to happen.