Two months later....

Mark's pov:
My head was throbbing...

"Ugh where am I?" I grumbled.

"Home!" I looked up to see Melissa looking down at me with her arms crossed I sat up and looked around me.

Yep i'm home. In my room. On my bed.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" Melissa yelled and that wasn't helping my hangover. Not to mention i was feeling something a lot worse than a hangover.

"Can you not yell?" I say.

"Not yell?! This is what more than 5th time i've had to drag your wasted ass out of a bar! We haven't even started our wedding plans! Have you evem started on your song for me!?" She ranted and continued but everything went mute for me and i couldn't help but focus on the sharp pain in my abdomen.

"Gah! Fuck!" I clutched my stomach.

"Mark?" Melissa questioned.

Your pov:

I woke up alone in my black silk robe Philipé brought me in Paris. I got up and go to the kitchen where Philipé was sitting on the couch with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong!?" I asked.

He looked up at me and showed me his phone.

Famous lead singer of the Group The Misfit Verses 25 year old Mark Edward Fischbach is rushed to the hospital after passing out in his home.

"Oh my god!" I say shocked.
I wanted to jump into the car and get to the hospital but...
Philipé

"Go to him.." Philipé said.

"What?" I said shocked.

"You heard me...go to him Señora i know you want to because...you love him..always will."

... He wasn't wrong...

"Philipé-"

He stood up and walked over to me. "(Y/n)..." He cupped my cheeks and kissed me and one of his tears rolled down onto my face. He pressed his forehead to mine. "I love you...way past friendship and a relationship...I love you so much that all that matters to me is your happiness and well being I know i am just a distraction to keep you from hurting. I know you don't like to be alone because you'll think about Mark. I know you love him. You always have..you always will. I love you..but i know you are not the one meant for me..You love Mark i know you i seen it when i was working with you two. You have something very strong you and him. But i just wanted a chance with you. I chance to tell you that...I love you. A chance to show you how you should be treated and i did just that. Now i want you to go to him mí corazón. (My heart) Give him another chance and this time if he messes up..just know you will always have a drawer in my dresser. You will always have a toothbrush near the sink,  an easel and brush in our art studio...a spot in my house...." He stroked my hair. "A spot in my heart," We were both in tears this time as he kissed me again. "You...will always be My Princesa."

He hugged me and kissed me tightly one last time before letting me go.
"Now go.." He said giving me the best smile he could muster.

I kiss him one last time before i got dressed:

And drove to the hospital. I knew the gold digger was gonna be there so i had to form a plan to get her away from him. I came up with the perfect plan and on time i was in the waiting room. So was gold digger Mel.
She glared at me. But i looked around confused. (All part of the plan)

"Caretaker of Mark Fischbach." A nurse called i rushed over to her and so did Melissa.

"Excuse me what are you doing here?" She said rudely.

"I'm sorry but i swore we got a restraining order on you ma'am." I say.

"What's going on?" The nurse asked.

"Oh i'm sorry allow me to introduce myself i am (Y/n) (L/n) Mark's girlfriend and she is the crazy obsessed fan that has been following us around even though we got a restraining order she bought a ring amd solemnly swore she was engaged to Mark you can check my name is on hus emergency contact list." I say.

"Here is the deal he has a tumor. But we need permission to perform surgery."

"No! No surgery!" Melissa said.

"What excuse who are you to decide?!" I say.

"I'm his fiancé!" Melissa yelled.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"I'm sorry but Ms.(L/n) is an emergency contact therefore she can decide for him."

"What the fuck!? You little shit!"

"Security!" The nurse yells and she gets carried away.

"Give him the surgery and you do everything you can to get him back to health!" I say.

"Yes, Ma'am." The nurse said running back.

Mark please be ok...

For me..