You stumbled down the hallway, trying your hardest to make it to your room without vomiting. If your parents knew you went out drinking, you'd be dead. Once you made it to your door, Tate, your ghost boyfriend tried to help.
"Tate, I'm fine." You growled.
"Your everything but fine." He said while putting a hand on your lower back. You jerk away from him, not wanting his assistance.
"Y/N, let me help you." As he took your hand and led you to your bed, you began to sob.
"Shh," He whispered while softly putting his hand over your mouth. "You don't want your parents to know about this right?"
You nod.
"Right. How much did you drink?"
You shrug your shoulders, and he begins to massage them for you while you lay back onto his chest. "Okay, it's okay, baby. Just go to sleep." He quietly says into your ear while stroking his fingers on your arms.
And you fell asleep, softly, in his arms.
