The Price of a Life [Delirious x Reader]

Part 15

I woke up sometime in the night, a loud ruckus coming from the living room. Scrubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I realize a weight is holding me in place.

Rolling onto my side, I see Delirious without his mask, his chest moving at a rhythmic pace. He was curled into his pillow, mostly laying on his stomach. His arm was wrapped around me, holding me close. His warm breath fans across my skin.

Seeing his face reminds me just how human he is. There are scars, white and faded, that decorate his skin like mine. Maybe that's what he saw in me, he saw himself.

Another uproar from elsewhere in the house caught my attention. It seemed like Delirious could sleep through anything, though, because he didn't even flinch.

My curiosity got to the better of me, and I wiggled out of Delirious' hold, gently leaving his room, and scampering down the hallway. The noise got louder the closer to the others I got.

When I finally stepped into the somewhat lit room, I could see most of the boys sitting across furniture, beers in hand or scattered about the room, playing a video game. The only person who didn't appear drunk, or really drinking, was Moo. Luke, Vanoss, and Delirious were all missing from the fun.

I giggle, seeing Mini yell at Nogla, who just giggled guiltily, as they played a racing game of sorts. I recognized the characters as ones from Nintendo, or more specifically, Mario.

Someone stepped up next to me, and I tensed out of habit. A hand was placed on my shoulder. Turning, I see Vanoss, now without his red hoodie or mask, smiling down at me briefly. My stomach twist at his action.

"You did good, (y/n). I'm really impressed."

I look up at him, my eyes wide as saucers. He simply chuckles. "Not only did you manage to find a way to defend yourself, but you also managed to get ahold of us. It's really fucking impressive."

Sputtering, I feel the shock of his words sink in. "Th-thank you!"

He nodded, dropping his hand from my shoulder and turning to watch the screen. "With a bit more training, I don't doubt that you'll be a great asset to the team." His eyes pierced my own again. "To the family."

My heart felt like it was swelling. I thought he didn't like me. But now, he's praising me, and I wanted nothing more but to continue impressing him.

It was like he read my mind, because his tone dropped. "I didn't mean any of that, by the way. All the stuff I said when Derral had a gun to you. It was a tactical choice of words to confuse him and get inside his mind. I didn't mean any of it."

"Okay." I say softly. He doesn't seem so bad, especially for a leader. I smiled up at him. "I believe you."

He blinks, as if confused, before smiling back. Marcel calls him over for a round. He pats my back before walking over and taking the controller from Nogla's hands, plopping on the couch besides him.

Everyone drinking kind of put me on edge. Wouldn't they all get angry? That's what he would do when he drank. I wander over towards where Moo was sitting on the bar stool, without a drink in his hand, and hop up next to him.

"Hey, what're you doing up still?"

I smile at him and shrug.

He chuckles, "Alright. So long as you don't drink anything, got it?"

"Got it."

"Good."

"Why aren't you drinking, Moo?"

He shrugs. "I don't really care for it."

That makes sense, I guess.

Biting my lip, I fiddle with the edge of my shirt. "Do they... do they get angry when they drink?"