My Safe Person (X Drake x Hawkins)

{VI}

"It's his dad." 

"Don't pick it up. Silence it." 

"Why? He's got like a dozen of missed calls from him already." 

"Whatever, just give me that phone." 

Drake finally managed to snap back into consciousness, peeking through half-lifted eyelids. He was still at the back of the house, resting against the wall - his limbs were stiff but surprisingly not cold, due to the fluffy blanket covering his whole frame. 

The two voices that woke him up turned out to be Kid's and Hawkins', the boys standing near but still not yet aware that he's awake. 

Drake instinctively looked up to the sky, only to see it tinted gray instead of black - it was still early, before sunrise for sure. 

"Oi, there's our sleeping beauty!" Kid smirked from afar. "Dude, I managed to get laid twice and I still woke up earlier than you." 

Nothing more than a tired hum left his mouth as Drake slowly stretched, standing up and carefully folding the blanket. It was pleasantly warm, he almost regretted he had to give it back to whoever the owner was. 

And then, memories from the night washed over him in a single wave - but surprisingly, he felt more relieved than scared; after all, for the first time since he could remember, he woke up being safe and far away from him. 

"Keep the blanket," Hawkins said, shooting him a glare. "It's still cold." 

"Not for me." 

Drake managed to send him a sleepy smirk, flaunting an eyebrow and throwing the fluffy material towards the blonde. He caught it, not without a faint glimmer of surprise in his eyes that was soon covered by the constant, stoic expression. 

"Suit yourself. I don't want to freeze out here." And with those words, Hawkins wrapped the blanket around himself. 

Only then did Drake realize Kid was still standing beside, his gaze traveling back and forth between the two of them, mouth slightly opened. 

"Woah, woah, woah!" He raised his arms in confusion. "Hold the fuck up!" 

Whatever the previous topic of their conversation was, Hawkins seemed to have considered it already discussed and closed, as he rolled his eyes. 

"Yes, we know we're one of the few people not completely hungover. Yes, we will make your groceries and help clean up. We've went through it-"

"No, I meant- Did you two fuck or something?" 

Kid's question hung in the air like a guillotine. The sleepiness was immediately kicked out of Drake's system as his eyes opened widely in surprise - and also in complete embarrassment. 

"You deduced that from the fact that he gave me a blanket?" Hawkins asked, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Well, who knows what you did under that bl-"

"You've got issues, Kid." 

And with those words, the blonde turned around on his heel and walked into the house, mumbling something about grabbing eco-friendly shopping bags. 

"I don't have any issues," Kid murmured and followed him, leaving Drake alone in the garden. 

Later on, when he was seated comfortably in Thatch's car, Hawkins insisted on driving instead of waking up the brunette who so kindly gave them a lift yesterday - mainly because he was deeply asleep, passed out on the couch and snoring in bliss.