Hey there Delilah

drunk on you

Delilah almost trips on Nick, she can barely make out his skinny frame in the darkness. On her front porch, it's like he's made himself smaller somehow.

Taking her steps more carefully this time, she sits down next to him, silently cursing the street lamp that only works when it feels Iike it.

"Hey there Delilah," he sings in a whisper.

"You are....hammered."

"I'm drunk." I can see that, Delilah thinks to herself.

"Drunk on you," Delilah can't help but think about how the dreamy look in his eyes has intensified and turned into something else. Something she can't place.

"The bottle in your hand says otherwise," She replies, her voice as grounded as Nick's is not.

"People expect too much of you, you said. More than you can give. And maybe I am just the same."

"I think you've stopped making sense. Not that you ever do." Deep down, Delilah feels his words clicking into place. They always did, eventually.

"I better go home before you realize what I'm saying. Or before I say something stupid."

Don't you get it you idiot, you make more sense that the rest if my world, Delilah can't help but think, her thoughts jumping at her in the cold night. She can feel the air buzzing with some kind of electricity-all of her senses heightened.

"You stupid arse, you can't go anywhere in that state. Come in."
Standing up, she pulls at his arm until he does the same, "Come on, Popper," she mumbles as he staggers inside.

Finally, he plops down on the couch and pulls Delilah next to him.
He smells like cheap booze and she inches away from the smell.

"Oh, it's what you do to me, Ohh," there's that whisper singing again.
Delilah puts a finger to his lips just to shut him up, she half expect him to slap it away but instead he takes her hand in his. Then he slowly puts it against his chest, and Delilah can't help but wonder how many bottles he's downed.

"Love ya, Del."

She smiles at the sincerity of his words, she hasn't heard anyone be so gentle when they're so drunk.

"Love you too."

"No."

"No?" She wonders how she will make sense of the no later.

"I really love you. I am in love with you. With your sarcastic remarks, with your eyerolls, with your moments of vulnerability, with your jokes, with you...I don't expect you to say it back.....it might be more than you can give."

He makes too much sense sometimes.

"Y-you're drunk." Delilah feels her throat close up. The air around her buzzes, there's that electricity again.

"Drunk on you."
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Sooo..what do you think? Next chapter will probably be the epilogue, so the update may be a little slow but we'll get there! As always, thank you for all the support. ❤