(Hi guys! Thanks again for all your lovely support on this story. This is going to be the last chapter :) I have decided to write the one-shot where Grantaire and Bahorel get Enjolras drunk. So if you want to read that one, be on the lookout. Enjoy!)

I have missed the deadline.

Enjolras was sure his heart skipped several beats when he realized that he was too late to send in his motivation letter. This couldn't be happening. Not to him; not now. This was the perfect internship; he was absolutely certain that he was right for the job. And now he wasn't even going to get the chance to show them that.

The realization made his head spin and he slowly sank back down on the bed. His hands were shaking and he couldn't breathe properly. How could this have happened to him? Why him? It was not fair; he had been working so hard on that letter. Sudden tears clouded his vision and he bit down on his lip. He wasn't going to cry about this. This wasn't something you cried about…or was it? What if this was the only chance he was going to get? What if there wouldn't be another opportunity like this one? Had he really missed his stepping stone towards a brilliant career? Because of a little headache? You missed your one best shot at achieving something great and you let it slip because your head hurt! You're pathetic.

The headache that had faded away when he woke up, was now starting to make its unforgivable reappearance. Enjolras closed his eyes in quiet despair and threw his arms over his head. He had put everything on hold for that letter. He had postponed the meetings of the week; he had skipped class; he didn't do his homework for the first time ever which was going to cost him at least one mark of his grade. He had put it all on hold. And now everything was ruined just because of a headache.

Enjolras couldn't hold it back any longer. His face crumpled and his shoulders started shaking. He didn't care anymore. He was alone and he felt miserable. Tears slowly fell down his cheeks and onto the pillows; soaking them. Somewhere a voice was telling him to stop crying; please stop crying or you'll make the headache worse again. But Enjolras didn't care. He'd missed the deadline anyway; why would he try and prevent his head from exploding again. He deserved it, didn't he. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he told himself over and over again.

In the distance, he could still hear his friends talking. They sounded quite happy; carefree. Combeferre was probably making them all some tea. It was a Saturday after all and on Saturdays they usually stayed in; watched a couple of movies; read a book and relaxed together. But Enjolras really didn't feel like joining them anymore. What was he going to say? He was embarrassed…What was he going to tell them when they asked him about his application? They'd be disappointed and shocked, he was sure of it. He was going to let them down and all because of that stupid, stupid headache.

It took him another half hour of chastising himself before he was able to sit up straight again and think clearly. He was just going to e-mail them anyway. Maybe if he'd explain what had happened, they would understand. Maybe he could sent them a copy of his extracurricular activities or a list of his grades. Maybe he could convince the principal to contact the organization and tell them that he really was an excellent and accurate student. Desperation seared inside his chest. He was going to do everything he could possibly think of to get in. He had to. So he wiped at his eyes, pushed himself up from the bed and pulled on his sweater. His head was spinning and he felt like throwing up, but he wouldn't give in to his weaknesses this time. He had to find his laptop and sent that e-mail.

Enjolras didn't even realize how bad his legs were shaking until his knees buckled and he nearly fell down. He was only just able to catch himself on the bedside table, but knocked over everything that was on top of it in the process. He winced at the loud noise it created and carefully moved towards the door.

"Enjolras?"

Someone was calling him from the living room. Probably Combeferre, but Enjolras didn't answer him. He opened the door of his room and stumbled through the kitchen in search of his laptop. Where is it? Where is it? Where the hell is it? He was sweating and trembling and panting, but he kept moving until someone forcefully grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the nearest chair.

"Enjolras, what on earth are you doing? You look dead on your feet, why are you up?" Combeferre sounded upset and more than a little scared. His best friend seemed to be trapped in some sort of panicked delusion and was moving around the room without seeing where he went. He tripped over his own two feet, and clashed against tables and chairs.

"Combeferre", Enjolras panted, "let me go, I have to find my laptop. I have to do something, I'm already late, please? Please let me go, please?"

But Combeferre didn't loosen his hold. Instead he crouched down in front of his friend and looked him straight in the eyes, while brushing his hair back in a soothing motion. "Calm down, Julien, stop panicking. I've sent them your letter, you didn't miss your deadline…Calm down"

"No, no, Combeferre, you don't understand. I have to get to my laptop, I have to give them an explanation. Maybe…maybe they'll give me another chance if I explain to them why I was too late. Please let me go." He didn't even hear what his friend was saying to him; his mind was racing and dark spots blackened his vision.

Combeferre grabbed Enjolras' chin and forced his younger friend to look up at him. He spoke in a very calm and clear voice. "Julien, listen to me. I have already e-mailed them your motivation letter this morning at 08.00 am. I have checked it over for grammar and spelling errors; corrected a few things here and there and then I sent it in. Now calm down."

Enjolras looked at him incomprehensibly. His eyebrows furrowed and he opened his mouth a few times before closing it again. When he finally found his voice, all he could manage was a short and dumbfounded: "What?"

Combeferre chuckled at his friend's befogged expression and loosened his hold. "I said, I have e-mailed your motivation letter this morning at 08.00 am. You didn't miss your deadline, Julien…"

Enjolras was quiet for a few minutes. His eyes dropped towards his lap and he closed them for a moment. It took some time for Combeferre's words to truly break through his panicked mind, but when they finally did, all tension flowed out of him and he slumped into the chair; as if all energy left him at once. "Oh", he whispered weakly; suddenly very much aware of the intense pain behind his eyes. When he looked back up again, a teary, doubtful smile decorated his face. "Really?", he mumbled softly, with all the hopefulness of a child who had just been told he was going to get a puppy.

"Are you really that surprised?", Combeferre laughed cheerfully, "Of course I did. You've been talking about this internship ever since you knew there was going to be an application, which was three months ago I think. I'm one of your closest friends; I know how important this is for you. I don't forget things like that, mon Ami."

Enjolras' smile grew and had to swallow a few times to get rid of the sudden lump in his throat and threw his arms around Combeferre's shoulders; muttering a quiet 'thanks'. When he pulled back, however, he bit his lip nervously again. "Was it any good?", he whispered hopefully.

"It was perfect. Seriously, Julien, there would be something wrong with them if they didn't invite you for an interview. You've got this one, don't worry."

Enjolras beamed at the praise.

"Now that is settled", Combeferre said gently, "How is your head feeling? And don't tell me it's fine, because I know you better than you know yourself and it's all too clear to me you're in pain."

Enjolras' face fell a little and he frowned. "It uh…it was better when I woke up, but it's getting worse now…I don't know, I think I've worked myself up too much."

"You think?", Combeferre joked playfully, while he offered his hand to pull Enjolras upright. "Come on, let's move you to the sofa, alright?"

"It's still not as bad as it was yesterday, you know", Enjolras muttered defiantly, as he let himself be guided towards one of the two sofa's. Courfeyrac was already occupying the other one and watched his two roommates with a frown on his face. He let out an exasperated groan and made a show of turning himself around. "Stupid Enjolras and his stupid freaking out", he moaned groggily, "You're not the only one with a headache you know, and yet you get all the care and kindness in the world. 'S not fair."

Enjolras raised his eyebrows and gave Combeferre a quizzical look. Combeferre only smirked and patted Courfeyrac playfully on the head a few times. "That's because you could've known you were going to feel like this when you took those belly button shots yesterday. Maybe this will learn you a lesson. Besides, I have given you all the care and kindness I can offer by making you tea and fetching your pillow and blanket, so stop moping and be nice to Enjy, here. He has just given himself an unnecessary panic attack that has him still shaking like a leaf."

Courfeyrac gave Enjolras a smug grin. "True, I'm sorry Enjy."

Enjolras shot both his friend one of his infamous death glares and slumped down on the couch. "Shut up", he whispered, "I'm entitled to a little freak out once in a while. I am under a lot of stress."

"Stress you create for yourself, yes", Combeferre chuckled, "Now sit still while I get you your stuff from the bedroom as well. And some painkillers I think."

An hour later had Combeferre sitting in the midst of his two friends on the biggest couch. After he had grabbed a pillow and a blanket for Enjolras, Courfeyrac decided it was better to join his blond friend and share some comfort their sickness. He had pulled Combeferre down in the middle of them only a little while later and claimed it was way more cozy this way and it made him feel better to be close to his best friends. They decided to watch a movie, but after twenty minutes Enjolras and Courfeyrac were fast asleep. Both pressed up against Combeferre with their heads resting on either one of his shoulders. The medical student could only smile and he closed his eyes as well; relishing in the friendship that his roommates so openly offered him. He dozed off no more than five minutes later.

The end

(Yeah, so this chapter is done now as well and with that I have finished this short story :) I hope you have enjoyed it. Please leave me a review if you did? Everything turned out okay in the end. I wanted to ask you guys if you have any ideas for a new story for me. I really want to keep writing, but I'm kind of out of ideas. So please, do let me know if you think of something :) Thanks again for following this one!)