Wrong number

25) regrets (theyre just cowards)

*real life*

Charles woke up with pain, with his head aching and his body in an uncomfortable position. His upper body was almost folded on itself on the edge, he was sort of holding Max as the Dutchman was almost falling on the ground. The monégasque rubbed his eyes and tried to wake up better and to see where he was and who he was holding for dear life. He heard muffled voices and turned his head to see Pierre and Yuki talking softly sat on their bed. He grunted when he tried moving as his head started hurting even more. Pierre chuckled seeing him. "Alright Charlot?" He grunted again and tried getting up so he could sit.

He got to sit down on the small bed he was on and kept holding Max so he wouldn't fall. He still wondered who he was with. Charles still had his eyes closed and rubbed his temple and his nose. "Nice to see you got back together." Pierre told him. Charles was confused who he could be talking about and now his problem was to figure who was in the bed with him. "Huh?" "Max." Pierre said as if it was obvious. Charles looked down and looked horrified. How did he end up with him spending the night with him? In the same bed?!

His movements had started to wake up the Dutchman that was still sleeping and he turned around to move to the center of the bed. He was still half asleep so he didn't realise yet who he was with. He tried to snuggle up with whatever big pillow was on his side but got pushed by it. Since when pillows could push. He tried again with a small grunt and sensed bigger movement next to him. Max simply moved until he felt something under his head and grabbed what it was iyn his arm to continue sleeping.

What he didn't realised was what he was holding and laying onto. Which was Charles, obviously. "What the hell do I do?!" Charles whispered-yell to Pierre and Yuki. They shrugged their shoulders and went to prepare some water, meds and a small breakfast for everyone. Which was coffee he found with some toasts and fruits. Charles looked offended and stayed there. He'd rather let Max sleep in his lap than confront him. And it was very logical anyway. He saw Yuki going to wake up Daniel for breakfast and headache/ hangover pills he'd absolutely need.

When Max finally woke up and started moving, Charles rapidly scrambled away not wanting to be next to him. Why would he want to be next to this idiot that was so fool of himself. He didn't even know how he got to sleep with him and what really happened he'd need some pills and a breakfast to help remember. The others probably wouldn't help as they were surely more drunk than him.

He walked up to the small table where the others were and started eating a bit of fruit. He happily took the cup of coffee Pierre gave him with a doliprane that he always carried. He needed that headache medicine so bad. Max tiredly sat next to him after a few minutes and they looked at each other. They had a cold stare that told "I hate you so much but I can't stay away from you". The two of them stayed silent while Pierre, Yuki and Daniel chatted quietly.

The Aussie was the first one to get up from the table and go take a shower after this chaotic party. Pierre followed after him and changed into cleaned clothes. Yuki went after him and they all laid down on the couch and turned on the tv. Charles and Max were the only one still munching on some toast and coffee at the other end of the room.

"Why did you sleep with me?" Charles asked rather coldly to Max. The Dutchman looked confused because he remembered waking up alone and to some big movements. When he thought about it, it was true it looked like his scent. Wait what? No. But it did sound like Charles when Pierre talked to him. "Huh?" He simply answered the monegasque. "You slept with me. And why the fuck would cuddle me too?" Ohhhh so maybe that was the big pillow he felt when he grabbed it. Max chuckled a bit by the absurdity of the situation. Knowing something Charles didn't. He was still half conscious when he cuddled him. Wasn't sure if it was a pillow or a human but still. Charles didn't look very amused by the situation. "I don't know Charles, why I cuddled you nor why I slept with you."