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"I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife."
- Hozier

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4am
It should've been the hour of peace and silence. Yet Frans was sitting in unfamiliar cafe like a statue. His body was almost shutting itself down, but the XL black coffee in front of him was keeping his mind crazed, alert and awake.
The last, morning interview, had ended exactly at 2:57. After that, Oswald and Lance had stopped in front of the cafe.

Frans' eyes traveled down the dark red painted wall, to the white floor and red leathered seats.
He felt like he wasn't in his own body, that it was a dream and he was fast asleep in his own bed.

Someone weaseled their way next to Frans, they took his arm and placed it around themselves.
A loud sigh was heard.

"Now I can officially say that I have been in Frans King's arms at 4am in a dark cafe."

"More likely pressed yourself in between Frans King and a table."

Frans answered, looking down at the guy stupidly.

"Uhm, Victor? Mind sitting across the table?"

He asked Victor whose eyes were half closed and a pleased smile was plastered on his face.
His white hair was styled up and his clothing was rather fashionable.

"Nah, I'll pass."

Victor said. Frans just sighed and leaned back. Actually he didn't really care that he had almost a stranger, a man nevertheless, pressing himself between him and the table at 4am.
Victor huffed and pulled away. "Fine." He sat across the table, looking just a dat bit annoyed.
Frans lazily opened his eyes and took a sip of the cold coffee.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Drinking coffee."

"I can see that, but why 4am in some kind of crappy cafe? Mate, you even listening? Well, when someone is talking to you, you usually don't fall asleep. Frans? Hello? Anyone there? That's nice, you meet a star and you're so boring he falls asleep while you're conversing with him. Well done Victor. You're the best."

Victor muttered to himself as he leaned over the table. Frans was indeed fallen asleep, snoring quietly, his head resting against the cold window.

"Hey! Get away from him!"

Victor almost jumped out of his skin as a young man approached them.
The man was tall and lanky, he had dark eyes and black hair. He definitely didn't look like a guard, if anything, then a janitor. Victor snorted as the stranger glared at him.

"Yeah? I'm his friend you... You cleaning person. He just decided to fall asleep."

"And you decided to.. Do what exactly?"

"Why should I tell a stranger of my plans?"

The stranger huffed in annoyance and sat down next to Frans. "Hey, Frans? You guys know each other?"

"Nur eine minute, mama."

He muttered in his sleep, getting more comfortable on his seat.
The two guys stared blankly at him. Victor tilted his head, "He referred to you as his dead mother didn't he?" The stranger glared at Victor who found the whole situations rather amusing.
He shook Frans from his shoulder lightly.
His eyes snapped open and he rubbed hands over his face.
Frans gulped down half of the cold coffee, but the caffeine didn't even help him stay awake anymore. It was like he was immune to it already, but how could one be immune to caffeine? Frans jumped slightly when he noticed an extra body had joined with them. He smiles and gave Tommy a side hug.

"Tommy! Nice to see you here, what have you been up to?" Frans asked, not noticing the way Victors glare rested on Tommy.

"Eh, night shift. But I don't mind much, I've always been a night person. What about yourself? Heard you're going to Europe soon? That must be fun, I've always wanted to see Barcelona, Amsterdam, Rome... Are you going to visit your home town?"

"Yeah, it's exciting. But I'm pretty sure I don't have time to see the beauty of those countries. The schedule is pretty tight. And no, I'm afraid I won't visit my hometown."

"That's pity, maybe you could ask Timothy?"

Even Tommy knew it was waste of time to ask anything from his father.

"Oy, third wheel over here lads?"

Victor waved his hand in annoyance, he looked rather frustrated. Frans chuckled, combing his fingers through his messy curls. He felt like a zombie.
A heavy hand rested on Frans' shoulder, it was Lance. There was a small red lipstick stain on his right cheek. He probably had attempted to wipe it off but had failed.

"Sir, next stop is King's residence."

Frans looked at Victor and Tommy who were both glaring at each other.

"Well, I'll get going then. Have fun you two."

He stood up and grabbed his cup. He made his way out of the coffee shop hurriedly, wishing to get home as soon as possible.
Ride home was filled with silence, except the sound of Lances phone bringing in notifications that he only glanced at for a brief second.
It took everything for Frans not to fall asleep on that car seat. He was just so tired, besides, that leather seat seemed like the softest mattress in the whole world.

When the car stopped in front of his house, a sigh of relief left his lips. He would literally crawl to his bed if he had to, only if he could get some sleep.
Shutting the car door he didn't even care about the cold coffee that he left in Lances car.

He yawned as he banged the front door shut. "Pix I'm home." He said through yet another yawn. Remembering that Pixie was probably fast asleep already.
Frans licked his dry lips as he tossed his sneakers in the corner and lazily made his way towards the kitchen.
The room wasn't that dark, as the light from the huge aquarium worked as lamp. Frans opened the cupboard, searching something he's been trying to get for hours now. He jumped as someone cleared their throat behind him.

First he though he didn't recognize the dark eyed woman who sat patiently next to the window, looking up at Frans who was in some kind of frozen state. Then it hit him.

Eveline. It was Eveline Frost, in his house, at 4:36am. He glared at her.

"Hello."

Frans huffed and turned back to his previous task, in search of a certain small life saving thing.

"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you?"

Her voice was sweet, calm and even hopeful. Frans' jaw ticked and his shoulders tensed. He really didn't like this woman.

"I should have some weed left here somewhere." He said annoyed, grabbing the small white pill. He dragged his feet towards the sink and filled a cup with cold water.

He heard Eveline sigh as he turned towards her and sat opposite the fair haired woman.
She stared at him thoughtfully as he gulped down the pill with cold water.
She raised an eyebrow at Frans.

"What? Don't see the difference between weed and ibuprofen?"

"Do you?"

Frans scoffed at her answer and leaned back. Of course he did.
Frans narrowed his eyes when Eveline's dark eyes ran up and down, analyzing his body.

"What's your business here at almost 5am?" Frans asked rather rudely, leaning closer to her. He really didn't need that unpleasant surprise now.

"Why are you getting so defensive all the time?" She asked.

That was it. Frans stood up so fast his head started to spin for a second.
His ears were ringing and the tiredness was swept away with anger. His jaw ticked and his hands balled into fists.

"Defensive? You're asking me why am I getting so defensive?"

"Frans, relax yeah? Ca-"

"Shut up! You're coming here, no one knows your name, no one knows where you're from or who you are, and then boom, you're getting married with Harold! No one would marry him, unless it's about money. So take that money and go back wherever you came from. On top of that you're in my house around 5am. What do you expect!? You know what? I don't even know you, so I should just c-"

"Listen to me would you?! Just please sit down and let me explain!"

She was desperate. So desperate it was odd. Frans groaned and massaged his temples. The headache that was just a dull pain before was now on full swing trying to destroy his sanity.
He didn't understand what was this woman who is barely half of Harold's age doing in his home, in fact, he didn't even care. He didn't even want to know anything about her.
Frans rubbed his eyes, it felt so odd, his vision was a bit foggy from the lack of sleep.

"I don't have time for this. Unlike you, some people need to start working at 7am. Would you please get out of here. Night."

With that Frans stomped out of the kitchen, heading upstairs.
He knew the woman couldn't do anything too bad, after all, the house had few cameras here and there.

He locked his room door and fell on his bed. The headache was killing him. It made his eyes and even ears hurt. The ringing in his ears got louder.
Before he either passed out from pain or fell asleep from exhaustion, an angry and hot tear escaped down his cheek. 

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word count: 1580 words.

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