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chapter nineteen

fawlty hotel
Max
two-fourteen am, Saturday December twentieth, twenty-sixteen.

I was pulled from my rest by a noise sounding in the blackness and I shot up, my eyes scouring the dingy hotel room for the source. Grumpily I stood up, not yet able to identify the noise and immediately shivered against the cold, (y/n) was right, it was as if this place had no heating at all. A quick glance at my phone confirmed it was almost twenty-after two in the morning. I stood to my feet and trudged to the washroom, I tried to pull my sleeves closer around me but remembered (y/n) had my sweater, I poured some water in a Styrofoam cup provided by the hotel, however it was a watery mixture of murkiness and shitty-looking stuff, so I poured the water down the drain and tossed the cup over my shoulder, sighing. I ran a hand through my hair when I heard it again, a little sigh followed by the sound of (y/n) tossing and turning in her bed, she groaned and I poked my head out of the door to see her face distorted in what seemed to be pain. I walked over and sat down gently, trying not to disturb her sleep, and looked down at her. She squirmed under the sheets a little bit and mumbled something to herself.

I smoothed her hair back from her face, but she wouldn't quit muttering, as if she was having a nightmare. I read on twitter or something to never try and wake a sleep talker or something like that, I quickly glared back at my lousy set up on the couch, at the blanket that failed at keeping me warm and the pillow that sat oddly under my head, I returned my gaze to (y/n) and the empty space beside her and in my sleepy state of mind, I pulled myself under the covers next to her, I draped my arm over her waist and pulled her to me,

"Shh," I whispered, rubbing her shoulder a bit, I kissed her on the forehead and fell back behind her, hoping to god she wouldn't wake up. I decided only to stay until she her nightmare faded, however the magnetic pull of sleep was tearing me from that idea and soon I was passed out next to her.

+Time skip thanks to jubpoop+

fawlty hotel
(yn)
eight O' seven, Saturday December Twentieth, Twenty-Sixteen

I awoke to a soft glow pouring in from between the slits of the blinds lining the windows and a warm arm thrown over my side. My eyes snapped open, looking for Max on the couch and not finding him, about ready to smack the hell out of whoever was in my bed. I took a look at the empty couch, a pillow mid-way hanging off of it, a thin blue blanket tossed over the headboard, and realized that it was probably Max behind me.

I turned my head slightly, cautious not to wake him, and saw a head of red-hair buried in between my shoulder blades. I felt his happy- even breaths rising and falling in his chest and I felt very safe, very warm, happy, giddy and well- nervous. It was so cute. When he had joined me I hadn't a clue, but I had woken up with an initial feeling of uneasiness tied up like a knot in my stomach and I hadn't known what it was, but it was untangled now. I pulled one of my hands from under my pillow and rubbed at my eyes, becoming more and more awake. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, notably attempting my best at not moving anything else, and when I succeeded at reaching it, I pulled open twitter.

My notifications were blowing up for some reason, and I found out why when I checked them. Last night at around midnight, when I was leading Max to the hotel by his hand, I had felt a flash behind me. I assumed it was a set of headlights but it was the flash of Max's camera. He had posted a stereotypical picture of me holding his hand from behind as we walked along, my hair falling behind me, my face unseen, the picture of the hotel in the background. He hadn't tagged me but people knew who I was now thanks to the tweet where I asked him to go on a walk. The caption was '*Insert fuckin' cheesy quote here*', I couldn't help but blush and quickly screenshot the picture, which had so many retweets and replies I could barely keep up.

"I ship it!"

"Is (ship name) Canon?"

"Oh my god mad max this is adorable you must just be glad max."

and then there were all the fangirls, some tweets consisted only of angry or crying emojis, some girls were actually arguing about who Max belonged to. I sent the screenshot to Callie.

(y/n): Girl, lookit what Max tweeted last night,

Callie: Omg that's adorbs! Guessing you don't miss Eli?

(y/n): Not one bit, have I ever thanked you for that?

Callie: I don't believe so, no.

(y/n): Thanks, Cal.

Callie: No problem, Look so Tammie told us you quit?

(y/n): Yeah, I did, last night actually...

Callie: Good for you, girl! At least come visit sometimes?

(y/n) Of course! Thanks,

Callie: And bring that red headed guy of yours.

I smiled and shut off my phone before slowly and cautiously rolling out of bed. Max didn't seem to mind, he just rolled over. It was then I realized I was only in this sweater, but I shrugged it off and made myself some coffee from a make-shift coffee maker on the bed side table, I then pulled a book out of my purse and began to read, occasionally looking up at a sleeping, adorable, Max.

About twenty-minutes later his phone began to ring, I looked at it on the table and then back at Max, who hadn't stirred at all. His phone read 'Ross', I knew Ross, so I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"This isn't Max," Came his voice on the other end,

"No, It's (y/n)"

"Ohhh, okay that's where Max is, is he-"

"Sleeping? yes." I interrupted, I could hear his smile on the other end of the phone,

"Oh okay, hey could you let him know I called?"

"Of course, Ross."

"Goodbye," He said and we both hung up. I looked back towards my guy, sleepily he flopped over and pulled the blankets closer around him, and all I did was smile.