Look at me ~ Childe x reader ~

Chapter 13 ~My house ~

Whilst Childe was driving it was silent. None of us spoke to each other, and he didn't put on any music either.

I looked outside my window, the street was nicely lit up.

For some reason every time I'm in a car with Childe, I'm able to get myself to feel sleepy.

Because right now all I wanted to do was close my eyes.

I'm not sure, I wouldn't say I trust him, because I don't.

It's more like I trust his strength.

Slowly after thinking of the reason I ended up going to sleep.

~At my house ~

I wake up to the sound of plates and cutlery, I squint my eyes.

Where am I, the last thing I remember is falling asleep in the car.

How long have I been asleep?

I look at the time.

1:00am

Oh great only a few hours, I then look around to familiarise my surroundings.

Oh it's my room, phew I thought I ended up in-

Wait, I stop mid thought.

MY ROOM?!?!??!?!?!

I look around in panic, no what NO WAY!

How did I get here?

Then it hit me, he couldn't have carried my all the way up here right?

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened.

I looked around my room, I wouldn't say it was messy but it was mainly just clothes everywhere and papers spread out.

And by clothes I also mean under garments.

My face went bright red, it's not like they were hidden somewhere under the rest of the clatter.

They were over my desk char and on my desk to, I've been so busy with work lately that I have gotten lazy with room maintenance.

But I didn't know anyone would come over?!?!!?!?!!

I totally forgot.

I put my hands on my face and groan, he didn't see anything, I'm not going it mention it.

I thought to myself  as I rapidly threw off the covers and make my way downstairs.

As I got to the kitchen I could see his back turned as he was getting something. And everything had already been set up on the kitchen island.

He then turned with two glasses of a drink and noticed me standing under the door frame.

"Oh Y/n you made it on time" he chimed

I just look at him with a blank expression my brain is still quite tired and my face was still puffy from just waking up, I'm pretty sure my eyes were slightly red as well.

"I was going to come and get you, but take a seat" he said smiling at me.

I smiled back and I went to sit down, he took the seat opposite me. I just stared at him for a few seconds as he ate.

Why did he do all of this for me? And why did I actually enjoy looking at him.

As he was putting another spoonful to his mouth he looked up at me, I'm he's guessing he felt the stare.