The Winner Takes It All

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We got drunk. Very, very drunk.

All I remember from that night is playing darts with max for a bit and winning, and quite a bit of drinking. God knows what.

As i rolled over to turn off my alarm, all i felt was mattress and blanket. So i sat up to see that i wasn't in my own hotel room, i was still dressed, however i was dressed in a Mercedes shirt and it wasn't my alarm ringing.

It was Valtteri's, i recognise that phone case.

"Sorry." A voice said and i looked up at the doorway squinting my eyes, "Tea?" Valtteri said holding out a mug towards me, which i gladly took and hugged.

"Thank you." I said with quite a croaky voice, "How did I end up here again?"

I rubbed my eyes so i could see better and Valtteri came into focus. His blue eyes matching the blue jumper he was wearing, paired with a pair of black jeans. What time was it for him to be dressed already?

"Well... Max had lost which number his room was and was very loudly stumbling through the corridors last night trying to find it. You was just following him, complaining your feet hurt and that you was tired. So i just opened the door and let you in before someone knocked you out for shouting at 3am." He sighed sitting in bed next to me.

"Where is Max then?" I sighed and lent onto his shoulder.

"He fell asleep in the bathtub. Im not questioning."

"Oh he does that all the time. Nothing to worry about, apparently the cold against his skin is nice." I shrugged and began to search for my phone.

Val passed me it from his side of the bed and i opened it to see a missed call from Christian about 45 minutes ago. I checked the time. 10am. We had a meeting at half 9.

"Shit." I said under my breath and pressed dial, "Could you please wake Max up, i think Christian is going to kill us." I said pressing a kiss to Valtteri's lips and jumping off of the bed, and sipping on my tea as i watched Val nudge Max awake in the bathroom.

"Thank fuck you are alive." Was the first thing Christian said,

"Sorry. I didn't wake up to my alarm, Max is asleep in a bath tub-"

"Max is with you too. Thank fuck for that. Checo was going to start a drunk search party." He sighed deeply and then i heard some talking off the phone, well shouting, "Checo! Max is with Y/N. We are good..."

However, i couldn't just hear the shouting over the phone, i could hear it outside the door. I wandered up to the door to Valtteri's room and had a peak through the peephole to see Christian with his phone to his ear.

"...Wait where are you? He said.

I opened the door as i hung up and gave him a 'shut up or i will punch you look' as he noticed my shirt. Checo came running down the corridor and waved as he reached Christian, leaning against his shoulder. He was somehow still drunk.

"Woh. Woh. Why are you wearing a Mercedes shirt?" Checo said blurting out the obvious.

"I don't know. I was very drunk ok and Val must have given me this. Now you can take Max im going back to bed." I said and then my mouth fell open as i realised what i said to Checo.

His face went red and he covered his eyes and mouth with his hands. He moved away from Christian and sat, propped up against the wall, just staring into space, shaking his head.

"What's wrong with him?" Max said as he appeared at the door, practically being carried by Valtteri, then he saw the merc shirt i was wearing and glanced back at Valtteri and his eyes went wide, "ohhhhhh shiiiit."