Regaining

~You should've never left~

Charles' POV:

As soon as she noticed it was me who caught her, she got out of my arms and stood up. She was standing right in front of me, just looking at me. I wasn't sure if I should say anything so I was just looking back at her.

"Thanks." she looked down and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. I remember her doing that when we were together. Wait, ...

Y/n's POV:

I am a fucking idiot. I just tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and avoided eye contact while doing it. I hope Charles doesn't remember why I do that.

Charles' POV:

... I know she does that when she is nervous. Am I making her nervous?

Y/n's POV:

"How have you been?" he asked me.

"I've been better." I said and then looked up at him.

He still looks the same. He was looking at me, slightly smilling meaning that you could see his dimples. I've always loved those dimples which is why I constantly wanted to make him smile. His dimples were visible after most of my attempts but they disappeared the week after that fateful Sunday that caused everything that has lead me here - right back in front of him.

Him. The man that broke my heart. The man that I considered my future became my past in a matter of minutes all because of that fucking fight.

Charles' POV:

She just looked up and I can finally see her face. She looked as beautiful as ever. She hasn't changed a bit. She has always loved simplicity and classiness so it doesn't surprise me that she is still wearing those old two rings she wore when we first met. Both simple and geometric. A golden and a silver one, even though she was always told not to mix the two.

I recall her telling me how she got the silver one as a birthday present when she turned sixteen but she never told me how she got the gold one. I knew the gold one was older and that she loved it more but I never got to find out about its background.

She also had another ring. One I've never seen before. This ring was the simplest of the three. It didn't have a stone on it nor any interesting shapes. It was a thin and simple white gold ring. The ring doesn't seem expensive nor new. In fact, it looks quite old which is weird considering she wasn't wearing it 7 years ago, when we were together.

Y/n's POV:

When he felt my eyes on him, his gaze softened and it still had the same effect on me. My goodness! My knees almost gave out on me because of the way he looked at me. I was seconds away from melting and falling for him all over again. God, how I hate that man! He probably did that on purpose, just to check if he still had a hold on me. Asshole!

"Care for a drink?" he said breaking the silence.

"I wou-"

"There you are!" a very familiar voice interrupted me.

It was Pierre. He walked over to us and put a hand around Charles' shoulder. He was obviously drunk and I noticed that Charles wasn't very thrilled about his entrance and the interruption.

"Y/n?! I haven't seen you in such a long time! Congrats on the win by the way!" Pierre was so drunk that he was practically yelling at me.

"Thanks Pierre." I responded and slightly nodded.

"Anyway, Kika and Carla just got here so we should go get them. They're waiting for us at the entrance." he turned back to Charles.

Charles' POV:

"Carla?" she asked visibly hurt.

"I-"

"Carla is Charles' date." Pierre interrupted our conversation, again.

"Oh! Well, then I'll let you guys get to your girls. I'll see you later Pierre."

"Y/n, I-" I was too late. She left. Again.

"You should've never left." I mumbled under my breath after she had already walked away.

"Let's go Charlito!" Pierre exclaimed.

He was pretty drunk so I had to put his arm around my shoulders so that I can help him walk.

"Pierre, what the fuck is wrong with you?! It's the first time I've spoken to Y/n since we broke up and you just waltz in, drunk as a sailor, and ruin everything! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

"I thought you hated her. I didn't know you want to bang her!" he pretty much yelled.

"Keep your voice down for the love of God. I hate this drunk version of you. Anyway, I don't want to bang Y/n, I just want to be on good terms with her. I also want to find out why she came back."

"Bullshit! You want her back!"

"You're too drunk, mate!"

"Oh my, you still love her!"

"No, I do not. End of discussion. Where is Kika when you need her?"

"Charles?!" I heard a female voice.

"Kika!" I turned around and saw my best friend's girlfriend.

"Thank God you're here!" I continued.

"Is he alright?" Kika asked pointing at Pierre.

"I think I should take him back to the hotel."

"No, Charles, you are not taking him to the hotel. You can't let Pierre ruin your night. I'll take him there and take care of him."

"Kika, are you sure?"

"I am sure. After all, he is my boyfriend."

I helped her get Pierre to the car and said goodbye to Kika. I also told her to call me if she or Pierre needed anything no matter what.

"Oh! Carla went to the bathroom shortly after we got here so she's still in there. She knows what you look like so she'll find you." Kika said before she got in the car and drove off with my best friend.

I forgot about Carla. But to be honest that doesn't bother me too much. Maybe some alone time will do me good.

Before my alone time, I decided to head back in just to check if everything was alright with Fred.

Y/n's POV:

I can't believe that Charles asked me for a drink when he had a date. What a prick! Anyway, I am currently making my way back to Max because we still have to speak to a lot of sponsors.

"Y/n! There you are!" Max was practically screaming.

"Here I am. And Max, you're really drunk and loud so tone it down a bit." I said while taking a drink out of his hand.

"If you didn't want me to get drunk, you should've never left me alone with those grandpas."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's get you some water so the sponsors can't tell how wasted you are."

"It's an open bar so no water! Only gin!" Max said to me after I put his arm around my shoulders.

"I don't think that'll help you." I said and we went to get some water.