Axel, your brothers best friend stayed over for the weekend and it was currently midnight on a Saturday. He woke up, feeling thirsty and decided to go down stairs for some water. He groaned as he stood up from his bed, walking out of the room and down stairs, wearing only a pair of grey sweat pants.

As he walked into the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks. There you were, sitting on one of the island of chairs, drinking a cup of cocoa. His heart fluttered and he groaned, running his fingers through his disheleved hair with a long and heavy sigh.

"You should be sleeping, why are you awake?" He asked in a gruff sleepy tone as he crossed his arms over his tattooed chest leaning his back against the frame of the kitchen door, amber eyes staring straight at you with a bored expression.

After months of being distant he was finally speaking to you ─ he doesn't know if it's the sleep or the alcohol that was still in his system but here he was. He just had to be nonchalant and act like he didn't care, even if he did.