Ni som är på bra humör behöver inte läsa det här, för jag är på dåligt humör och ni vet redan vad som händer när jag är på dåligt humör då blir man icke glad av att läsa det jag skriver.

De förtjänade bättre än nittonde plats.

They didn't get any twelwe points. They barely got any points, to be honest. He's staring at the enormous screen. Nintheenth place. Last year they came eight. Ireland wasn't going to send them another year, not after this. They failed. They did their best and it wasn't good enough.
He doesn't realize that he's crying until John throws his arms around him, holding him tight. Neither of them say anything for a long time. There's no need, they both know. They both know exactly what the other is thinking, since they're thinking the same thing. So instead of speaking about it, rambling about it, they let it sink in. They didn't make it.
Edward know that John won't cry, not right now, surronded by cameras and so many others. No, John won't cry. He can't, he's supposed to be the strong one. Edward can se how hard it is for him to keep it inside. But Edward can't help himself. His face is hidden against his brothers neck, shoulders shaking slightly, no sounds escaping his throat.
They both know that they won't sleep anything the following night. Well, it's almost tomorrow now anyways, so maybe it's not needed. He doesn't know how they are going to handle the party though. Maybe they can just sneak off, to their hotelroom. When they're there, locked inside, alone, John'll cry and Edward will have to be the strong one. Not that he mind; he'd do anything for his brother. He'll cry too, of course. They'll just sit there, on oe of the beds, arms around each other. They'll be awake all night, wondering what went wrong. Talking about what they'll say to the fans the next day, because their fans shouldn't feel guilty, God forbid. One of them will say that Maybe the fans should feel guilty. and then take it back. They shouldn't. Without the fans, they'd be nothing, they both know that. They love the fans, more than anyone could ever imagine.
"Ed'ard, get yourself together, we've got to go."
He takes a deep breath, feeling the familiar and safe smell that is home and John and everything he know.
And they walk the entire way up to the stage, always at least one foot on the ground. And they go up to Loreen, telling her that she did an awesome job, that she was Soooooo good!! and that she was so much better than anybody else and they're telling her to say hello to all their Swedish fans. She promise that all the fans in Sweden will know how much they love them. And they thank her and take a picture with her and leaves her to all the cameras.
They walk past all the people, all the journalist who doesn't even care about them - all they care about is the winner. Liam is besides them, and Paddy, and the entire crew. They say nothing at all, none of them. John has a arm over his brother's shoulders, giving both of them the support they needs to get themself out of the arena without breaking down, just like during the X-factor.
And they didn't win this time either.  Maybe they never will. Maybe they're just not good enough. Maybe the haters are right.
The car door closes and the dark windows are hiding them from the world. And he can feel Edward's thumb stroke away a tear from his cheek, and then another one and one more. And he's crying, because this is everything and they didn't make it.

Jag undrar när de insåg att det var kört. De räknade förstås inte med att vinna, hur många gånger de än sa det. De är inte dumma. En aning naiva förstås, men inte dumma. De visste att de inte kunde slå Loreen. Hoppas gjorde de förstås, men de visste att det inte skulle gå.
Men, var det när de inte fick en tolva av ens Sverige, ett av de största fanlanden? Eller var de då Tyskland, också ett av de stora länderna, inte gav dem några poäng alls?

De har ju fan gråtit! Edwards ögon är helt svullna, John orkar knappt lyfta på mungiporna. Ändå gör de det bästa de kan för att vi inte ska känna oss som dåliga fans. De twittrade hur mycket som helst inom en timma efter programmets slut. För oss. Som allt annat de gör.
Låt alla haters säga vad de vill, men det här är fan bra killar. De är inte vanliga kändisar. De bryr sig om oss.




Fuck you world. They deserved better.