The Winner Takes It All

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After Lewis left I walked straight to my room and flopped on my bed face down. I laid flat, stretched out on my bed and sighed heavily. I was there for at least an hour in silence until I heard a knock at the door.

"Open." I whined and shoved my head back into my pillow.

"Jeesh." A voice said and Max opened my curtains, letting some light in, he looked down at me, "That's some emotional dump depression, you ok?."

I shot him a look and sighed, "Why. Why when i am happy does the world go HERES A SPANNER IN THE WORKS JUST TO MAKE LIFE AWKWARD. He told me to 'think about it' after i had just told him I didn't see myself being with him."

Think about it.
Those were his exact words.
HOW AM I MEANT TO NOT THINK ABOUT IT.

"Tea?" He offered as his face screwed up scared and i simply scoffed.

"Not helpful Max." I threw a pillow at him.

"I'm trying. What am i meant to say to someone having an exponential crisis over two men." He rolled his eyes and threw the pillow back.

"Touché" i shrugged and grabbed Val's shirt which was lying on the floor beside my bed for some reason, it just lives there at this point.

I slipped it over my head and followed Max out into the kitchen where a familiar looking Australian was sat. I froze staring eye to eye with him, what was he doing here?

Max placed a mug of tea in my hands diverting my eyes down. He made very well apparently, right shade and he even put it in my favourite mug.

"G'morno Y/N." Daniel said and i smiled, moving past Max to make myself some toast.

"Morning. What are you two doing here so early? I wasn't expecting you to come home until later tonight to be honest." I said turning to Max.

"Michael wanted me to do some gym work at 7 so i came home with Max to hide." The Aussie chuckled and i shook my head.

"Bad influence." I slapped Max's arm and he threw his hands up in defence, "Don't even. You try escape me all the time, i get mad and I'm not even your trainer."

"Yeah i don't bother now." He moaned, "You know where i hide."

"I live with you like 90 percent of the time. So yes I know where you hide. When are you moving to Monaco permanently?"

"Soon." Max rolled his eyes and nicked a piece of my toast as it popped up and began eating it plain, instantly regretting his decision but having to stick with it to prove a point.

"Who's shirt is that?" Daniel nodded to the Merc shirt i was wearing.

"It's old." I said crossing my arms to hide the fact it was most certainly, this years kit.

"Ah thought you was sleeping with someone for a minute." Daniel continued his cereal.

"Makes a change." Max mumbled, his mouth full of toast and i stood on his foot.

I smiled at him as he shit a look at me. Daniel went to question and then I heard a knock at the door.

Thank fuck.

I went to go open it and Christian was stood there, tapping his foot, "Christian. What are you doi-"

"Sure hope you are not wearing that to work." He said pushing by and letting himself in.

"Christian-" i went to protest, following him into the kitchen. Max was now stood there holding a box of cereal and pulled a face at me when Christian appeared, which i had to shrug back to.