𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. (viktor fischer) ❤️

9 - ni

He lead me inside the stadium whilst checking behind for any rogue photographers following us. Luckily there were none, and it seemed Viktor's brief confrontation was more than enough to keep them at bay.

We eventually came to a door, which Viktor opened. It was the changing room, with all the players inside who were beginning to unpack their bags and prepare for the game. Some players who I had met before, like Nicolai and Andreas, said "hi" and waved at me as I entered. The others (who hadn't really met me before) just looked over at me in a state of confusion.
"Umm, Vik?" I heard one player ask, "you do know this is a male changing room, right?"
Viktor just laughed, and replied "yes, I know. I'm just giving her a quick tour, that's all!" There was a brief moment of silence as Viktor finished speaking.
"I wish you would have a quick tour of your bag and get changed." I spun around quickly and saw that those words were spoken by the manager, Ståle Solbakken. It sent the room into fits of laughter. I couldn't help but laugh myself, to be honest.
"Sorry, Ståle. I just had a few things to do this morning, that's all. I'm not late."
"You're right. On time, according to you." Ståle then looked at the expensive Rolex watch on his wrist. "But you're still late on my watch."

"So, do you run on a different time to everyone else, then?" I piped up, not thinking about the consequences. Ståle looked over to me with a quizzical expression.
"And who are you?" Ståle folded his arms.
"Viktor's kæreste." I heard Nicolai reply, which cued a few laughs from the danish-speaking players.
"Nej, hold nu kæft Nicolai!" Viktor answered back, giving him a death stare.
"Actually boys," I decided to chip in, "my name is Robyn and I'm just a fan here to support you all today. Viktor was kind enough to give me a lift here today and show me a little bit of the stadium. It's nice when someone you really admire appreciates you, you know."

I saw Ståle crack a smile. (Which is a rare sight in itself.)
"Well hello there, Robyn. My name is Ståle." He then unfolded his arms. "I'm glad you were able to clear that up. And I'm also really glad to hear that you're here supporting us today. But also your English is perfect, where did you learn it? Viktor said you were really intelligent. You sound so- native?"
I smiled, and replied "thanks Ståle, but I was born and raised in the UK!"
I saw Ståle look slightly shocked.
"Well Robyn, I did know about you being a fan who was coming over to see Viktor yesterday, but I had no idea where you were coming from, and the fact you would be here today as well! I'm surprised Viktor never said where you were coming from, I literally couldn't stop him from talking about you that morning..."
I heard Viktor cough to cut him off.
"Anyways Ståle, I had better get changed." He looked at me again and pointed towards Nicolai. "Just follow Nicolai up to your seat, it's right next to him. Obviously he's injured so he's not playing today."
Then Nicolai came over to us.
"Come on, I'll go up with you now."
I then had one last sneaky hug from Viktor and went up to the top part of the stand with Nicolai to our reserved seats.

I took a moment to look out onto the pitch, and admire my surroundings. The floodlights, the green pitch, the big screen, all the red seats... I was taken in by it all for a moment. I took a deep breath of the air, and exhaled slowly. I knew I wouldn't be here forever, so I had to savour every moment.

"Are you alright?" Nicolai had caught me daydreaming.
"Oh, oh- yeah. Yep. I'm completely fine. Yup. Just being me, y'know. Appreciating the air, and all that..." He began to chuckle.
"I guess you really are that unique, Robyn. Some of the things Viktor's told me that you do and what he likes about you... I just-" He then stopped himself, to my great annoyance.
"Wait, what?? He said what about me?? Nicolai! You have to tell me!"
He was reluctant to comment at first, but when he saw how I was absolutely desperate to know, he leant in close to me.
"Promise you won't tell him I told you?"
I nodded.
"Not even a tiny bit? Cause I don't want him to be mad at me or anything... I need access to that amazing selection of crisps at his house, you know!"
We both laughed.
"Of course," I replied, "everything you say will stay with me. Viktor doesn't have to know you told me."
"Perfect. But first you need to tell me something." He checked there wasn't anyone around to hear, and continued. "He was talking to me on the phone this morning about last night." He then raised an eyebrow. "Nothing... happened between you two, right?"
I chose the worst moment possible to blush.
"Uhmmm, no. Nope. Big no. I mean-"
I saw Nicolai giggle. "You slept at his place in the other room, right?"
I blushed even more, which made Nicolai stop giggling. "OMG, you didn't, did you? You were in with him??"
"No, not really. No. But- yeah. We were like, in the same- the same bed but we had some pillows in between us. It's nothing, really."

"Robyn, just let me say something." He put his hand on my shoulder. "He wouldn't have done that unless he really liked you."
I couldn't believe what he was saying to me.
"That can't be true! Nothing happened, like nothing at all! I can't believe that, Nicolai."
He then removed his hand from my shoulder.
"Let me put it this way, I've known Viktor longer than he's been playing professional football. And trust me, I know when he likes someone. And he isn't one to share a bed with someone he doesn't really like. He refused to do it with me in a hotel room one night in Holland after a game! The way he's talked about you and your humour and knowledge of football is insane. It's like he just- wants to be around you all the time. He told me you give him a 'positive energy' sort of thing."
I was stunned by what he was saying.
"So, you're saying he likes me? Like, a lot?"
He smiled again.
"Yes, that is what I'm saying. He's the type of guy that warms up to people, and senses a vibe. He's just a bit eccentric. And because you've given him that good vibe, he wants to be with you all the time." He raised his eyebrow again. "Look, Robyn. Friends or not, he wants to be with you. That's what he said-"

Nicolai was cut off abruptly by some loud music playing from above us. We had been talking for so long that we hadn't realised it was almost time for the match to start. The music was FC København's walking-out song, and there was Viktor, at the back of the line of players walking onto the pitch. I could see him looking up towards us, waving.

"Friends or not, he wants to be with you."
Now that was some real food for thought.