Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 - 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗

The morning sun peered in from the cracked window, shining directly into my eyes like it was a natural alarm clock. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and  leaned up, removing the blankets and warm sheets from my body. Groaning, I placed my feet onto the grey carpet a stood, then stretching my back and other limbs. I grabbed my phone from the small bedside table and slid it open, three unopened texts from Damien.

Damien at 3:46am - Did you make it home?

Damien at 3:50am - Chase made it back, I'm guessing you got home alright?

Damien at 4:23am - I hope you're alright. I'll see you in the morning.

I smiled slightly and shut off my phone. I placed it onto my bed and opened my closet door, pulling out some random clothes for work and a nice pair of shoes, then setting them on the bed. Making my way back out into the living room and conjoined kitchen, grocery bags sat on the small, round table. Tons of bags. Confused, I peered into them. Microwave meals, cereal, milk, vegetables, fruits, meats, and breakfast pastries filled the bags. I gasped, my heart feeling warm from the nice gesture. A picked up the card from besides the bags, it was folded neatly.

I had Chase pick some food up for you so you wouldn't be so hungry during the day, and in the mornings. But don't be afraid to ask for some help, I'll be happy to provide you with a meal or two.

From Damien

I felt a pit begin to form in my belly, guilt forming in my throat. I slowly put away the groceries, feeling to pitied to eat at the moment. I'll eat in the break room at work, they have coffee there anyways. After I was finished, I went into the luxurious bathroom -it had a shower and a tub- to comb my hair and brush my teeth. I put on a small amount of make up and returned to my bedroom, where I slipped on a grey skirt, and a flowy maroon colored blouse. I pulled the tights and bloomers over my knees and put on the same black, rose covered heels from yesterday. I then grabbed my phone and slipped it into my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. I locked the front door, then something crunching under my feet.

"Oh, honey, don't step on your mail." An older woman laughed from down the hall. Her hands shook at she tried to shove the golden key into the lock of her apartment, "The mailman seems to forget that we have little mail holes in the door, so they just put it on the floor. Same with packages."

I giggled and grabbed the jumble of mail, slipping it under my arm, "Well, thank you for warning me. Do you need any help with that, ma'am?"

"Please, call me Mrs. Neal." She introduced, "But, no thank you. I can handle this on my own, dear."

"Well I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." I smiled to her, "I'm sorry, but I need to head to work."

"Of course, dear, of course." Mrs. Neal finally pushed open her door and waved to me before disappearing behind it.

I pulled the key out of the ignition of my vehicle, crawling out and slamming the door shut. The wind was a little rough today causing my hair to be pushed around in my face and get caught in my mouth. I quickly made my way inside and swiped my key card to go through the employee's only door.

"Good morning." Pam called from the behind the desk, "Damien is expecting you in the break room on floor 52, please."

"Oh, thank you." I smiled sharply, quickly pressing the buttons on the frame.

"Do you need anything this morning?" She asked, "Coffee? A donut? Anything?"

"No, no." I huffed, spamming the button even quicker, "I am alright, thank you." The doors then opened, and I rushed myself inside, and I spammed the door to shut.