The Suitcase (a-ha fanfiction)

Dates

Early December Night, 1990.

London.

The man with the bedroom eyes, and a sapphire within. Looked at the mirror as he shaved the remainder of his stubble. His brown mullet was gone, as he decided to not have his usual haircut. His hair gently touched his round shoulder.

He hummed as he continued shaving. His voice seemed to be much deeper and more raw. He seemed to have gained some build on his body. His arms looked less vulnerable than before. Basically - he's a sophomore adult now.

What else would you expect? He's around 32.

The gillette blade gently graced around his chin and below his next as he removed his tiny facial hair.

After a while, he gently kept his shaving blade away. He stared at the mirror for a while, to see if he got any accidental cuts. He later bowed down to the tap , and slowly turned it on. He placed his hands as the water rushed in. He splashed the water to his face and gently graced his fingers around his cheek, his chin and his neck. He repeated the same activity twice, until the shaving cream dissappeared from his face.

He later took his towel and gently wiped his face. 

The door of his washroom slowly opened. Tiny feet tiptoed to his side. Tiny hands gently tugged on to his black jeans.

"Papa, I'm not sleepy" the little boy, with the tiny feet and hands said, in a pleading voice

The man looked down to his son and said "Is it so? I'll be there in a minute"

After brushing his teeth. The man carried the boy to his shoulders and gently took him to the bed.

" Lille gutt, Lille gutt...nå skal jeg er sove....." He gently hummed and patted his back.

His lullaby worked as the boy slept on his lap. The sight of his son fast asleep made him yawn.

He ruffled his long, fluffy hair and rubbed his hair and began to lean on the bed. His partner was right next to him. Fast asleep , one hour before him.

He stared at the wall and slowly began to close his eyelids.

Until..

A phone call arrived at the living room.

"Um...who was that?" His som muttered

"Not sure..my legs are not willing to go there"

" It's fine papa, I'll cling on to mom, you can get it. Mom is sick, she can't go."

"Since you put it that way, I'll get it for you" he silently giggled.

He got up from his bed and headed to the living room.

"Ugh, who's calling at midnight?"

He grunted and took up the phone, desperately to keep up with the annoying sound.

"Hello?"

"Morten? Hey!"

"Oh my gosh, Mags.. what's going on? Why are you calling in this earthly hour?"

" I don't know, I'm slightly freaking out"

"I see, what happened?'

"Few hours ago, we found out that.. the day in which we were performing... the estimated audience is.. soo much"

"Wow, how much?"

"They haven't told us, but it's the Highest...and insanely huge.. probably million... that's all we know now.. I'm just worried that I might not handle that atmosphere. I couldn't sleep well.."