His dress (AnsonCharles)

Alone

Sorry it takes me so long to upload, my exam week is back, so I'm slightly busy studying. But it's only six more days, then I promise, updates will be more regular and frequent.
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Charles's POV

I wish my sister left, but she's still here. It's getting dark outside and I don't feel like having another bedside conversation with her, so I leave. Where to? God knows.

At first my feet take me to the park, then I end up in cinema and watch a movie. In the middle of the night I finally find myself sitting in a bar, waiting for a feeling it's time to go home. To not look extremely pathetic, I drink of course, and occasionally even wander to the dance floor.

Anson's POV

I can't go to sleep yet. My brother's staying at my place for a few days and he always insists we go out drinking. So today we were supposed to go too, but suddenly he said he had other stuff to do and left. I'm around 99% sure, he went to one of his girlfriends' house. And I'm left with nothing to do.

Who says I can't go out alone tho? I walk out, lock the door and go to the bar me and my brother usually go to. I dance with some ladies I meet there and most of all - I drink. A lot. Too much maybe, since I end up sitting outside when they close the bar. And I have no intention of going anywhere, not that I'm sure I even could.

Charles's POV

I see him sitting on the floor and I sit next to him. He startles. "What are you doing here?" He asks and I just shrug my shoulders. "You?" "My brother left me alone." "Lucky you. My sister won't leave. I don't know how to get rid of her."

We stay quiet for a moment, then he nicely says: "This doesn't mean I like you the slightest, but you can stay with me if you want. I know siblings can be tiring." I look at him and he actually seems sincere, so I agree.

We walk to his house and since it's somewhere around 4.am and we're both really drunk, it takes us longer than it should, but finally we arrive.

Anson's POV

After we shower, I show him to the guest room and intend on leaving, when he suddenly says: "You really aren't a horrible person, are you?" I smile. "You aren't that bad yourself."

"Would you stay with me tonight? I don't like feeling alone..." I muster up the courage to say that somehow without even fully realising, what I've just said. Not yet recovered from my own words, shock follows: "Sure. I get you. I don't really like being alone either."

He was already sitting on the bed, but now got up to follow me back to my room. I don't feel like having him there, since I still don't neccessarily like the guy so I nod towards the bed: "We'll stay here. Bigger bed." I lie, obviously, but who cares. He just nods and lays on the bed.

Charles's POV

He lays awkwardly next to me, positioned on his back and it seems as if he's almost trying not to touch me by accident. Which I find kind of funny, so I move around a bit, which results in my leg touching his. I feel he gets tense, but he doesn't move away. Surprisingly.

My games (I keep testing his tolerance for my closeness) end up putting us in a hugging position. I'm spooning him and somehow neither one of us complains, until the moment, just before we fall asleep, when he says: "It's too hot. Your turn to be the little spoon." Simple as that. We switch and we fall asleep.

Anson's POV

I wake up when sun rises and he's not here. I'm alone again. Did he just take off, or...? Well, doesn't matter, I definitely won't get up yet. I just walk to the window, open it to get some fresh air, and go back to sleep. Alone, possibly lonely...

Charles's POV

I hear him walking around but when I stop peeing and come back, he's already asleep. Impressive. I lay next to him, debating whether I should hug him again or leave him alone. After all, we aren't that drunk anymore.

I lay next to him, accidentaly bumping into his arm. I get scared that I woke him up, but what actually happens is him turning on his side and laying on my chest.

I can see his face clearly now and I have to admit he kinda looks good. Like really handsome. And he seems so peaceful in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming of.

Shit! When did I become so fond of him? Why on earth would I care about his dreams!? Shit, he's waking up now. What do I do?

Anson's POV

I open my eyes and notice I'm laying on his chest. Not expected, I have to say. Not so surprising either. I look at his face and thank god, he's sleeping. So, now I can get up, shower and make us lunch, without having to go through the awkward 'we were laying on each other the entire night' conversation.

Charles's POV

I wait for him to leave and stay gone, then stay in bed for about 10 - 15 more minutes, to make sure he doesn't know I was awake. Then I slowly get up, take a shower and get to the kitchen, where he's already making us egg omelettes. "Morning," "Hey," short greetings before we start eating and before I finally leave.
It's about time I grow a pair and send my sister back home.

That is however not neccessary. At home there's a note waiting for me in the kitchen:
I had to go back, my job won't wait for me forever. Take care of yourself and come to visit sometime. Bye xoxo
Seems like she's gone, which means I have the entire house to myself again. In other words: I'm alone again. It doesn't really bother me tho, I like it.