SOLACE

eleven

My eyes felt heavy, I didn't know how long we stood there. I just felt like I was floating as my eyes shut closed, I could hear Henry's soft murmurs in my ears.

"How do I take you home, Adeline?" His voice sounded troubled. My lips curled into a smile while listening to his voice.

I opened my left eye to peek and saw him seated on the driver's seat. He buckles my seat belt and his before putting the keys on the ignition.

"Please, don't take me home," I tried to say, my body was going to shut down any minute now.

"My mom's going to kill me," I added before dozing off. The last thing I heard was a heavy sigh.

My head was aching when I woke up, the sun hitting my eyes which made me close my eyes again.

I heard the door creaked open, my head immediately whipped to the door. It was Henry, holding a glass of water and aspirin.

It seems like he just finished taking a shower. His hair was wet, strands of his hair blocking his eyes a bit.

"Good morning. I hope this helps," He greeted as he gave me the water. While I sipped on my water, everything that happened last night started hitting me all at once.

The embarrassment slowly kicking in. I gulped on the water slowly as I took the aspirin. I cleared my throat, placing down the glass on the side table.

"Sorry for the trouble last night. I shouldn't have drunk a lot." I pouted as I looked down. I heard him chuckle, which made me look up to him scratching his head.

"You're a sleepy drunk, I must say." He teases, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

"Oh, god. I'm really sorry! Please don't remind that to me again," I pleaded and he responded with a chuckle.

"I really panicked. I didn't know where to go because you fell asleep already," He shook his head as he explained.

"Is this your room?" I asked as I looked around inside and he nodded.

His walls were filled with different artworks and some of his own sketches. A large canvas was lying on the side of his bed and some paint organized in a plastic container.

"Where did you sleep then?" He pointed to the couch on the right side of his room.  It wasn't big to fit his whole body which made me guilty, he must've been uncomfortable sleeping.

"It's fine, you don't have to worry, Adeline." He chuckles when he saw my guilty face.

"Well, are your parents home?" I slowly asked, not wanting to embarrass myself to his parents.

"Nope, they left an hour ago already. So, you're safe leaving the house." He reassures me.

"Okay, thanks for that." I sighed in relief.

"Just to be clear though," I glanced at him, "Nothing happened, right? I wish I didn't do anything dumb." I bit my lip, hoping I wasn't that drunk.

His ears started to turn red as he stammered in his reply, "No, nothing happened like that." He clears his throat as he looks away from me.

I chuckled at his response, "By the way, I cooked breakfast downstairs. My sister is already up in her room. So, it'll be just us." He says, only glancing back at me for a second before he opened the door to leave.