fate | CL fanfic

twenty four

June 22nd:

I woke up this morning with a hangover that was one of the worst ones I'd had. But waking up in this room was something else, I simply felt like a princess in such a large bed, the sun peeping through ever so slightly.

My hands brushed the sheets noticing they felt different, they were softer than usual and the room seemed warmer. Slowly I blinked my eyes until I saw the white cotton sheets surrounded with fluffy pillows. I keep forgetting we aren't home.

The room was fit for a king.

With a small groan I ran my hand through my hair, tugging at the ends before small flashes started to come back from the night before. Dancing around with charles, jumping in the infinity pool fully clothed and drinking until our hearts content.

The spot next to me was empty but it was obvious  that someone had slept there overnight, Charles obviously. The sheets were still messily pulled back, pillows scattered around and there was still the slight aroma of his cologne on that side. He'd been soft last night, going along with all of my drunk shenanigans as he pretty much tucked me into bed.

It was a fun evening I'd give him that, especially considering the last few weeks have been tremulous for us, of course I didn't hesitate to take the painkillers he'd left on the bedside table for me, "Charles?" I called out, climbing out of bed slowly.

The villa we were staying in was so private there was nothing for miles, we could run around naked all we liked and nobody would spot us, well other than security - I'm under the impression the same security that Taylor swift uses (eek)

"Oh Eva!," Charles announced as I walked down to the kitchen "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.."

I smiled widely at him, his brown fluffy hair was messy and his skin was tanned but cheeks were pink and burnt, "You didn't have to, but thank you." I kissed him gently on the lips as he grabbed the pan of eggs and put them onto a plate.

He'd made a whole feast without the assistance of a chef, I'm talking eggs, bacon, pancakes, beans, toast and then some strawberries and melon. Susannah would be so proud, "Hey I haven't spoken to Susannah in a while, how was she doing?" I asked charles because obviously he'd seen her much more recently than I had.

"She was a bit shaken up by the uh notes," he explained as he poured me an orange juice "But she was doing okay, she's the one who packed up all your art stuff."

It was pretty hard to get through the airport without people noticing charles and I, since the track interview many news articles have been written about our joining of companies and our 'whirlwind romance.'

In Paris I was nobody, my father didn't really have me out of the house so hardly anyone knew of my existence and in school I went by Evangeline Aaron's rather than Ashby so nobody would use me for my name.

Since moving to Monaco, everybody and their damn dog knows Charles and I, the paparazzi at the charity match was one thing but everywhere we went somebody would ask us for business advice, or an autograph to sell. It was funny.

I smiled to him, "Well I'm glad she was alright, you know I was thinking.."

"That's dangerous."

I snorted at him, "No I was just thinking, stuff like this never happened to me growing up. Like, my dad's business was never threatened, he never had creepy things happen to him."

"What?" Charles asked putting his fork down.

"Like he was never stalked or anything and he's far more superior than I am, people never sent him freakish notes." I explained in a shrug as I popped a strawberry in my mouth.