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DAMON
SOMETIMES MUSIC SCARED Damon. Usually only when it was too much, it hit him too hard sometimes and he could never chase the lyrics that hurt away. Or you know when some music was just shit and it gave him nightmares. Jimmy Osbourne.
But he'd never felt fear like it when he'd opened his door that afternoon, to a shorter Mancunian, in an oversized Adidas raincoat and a Lennon haircut. He had actually screamed, like Liam was a jump scare, or the exorcist. He cleared his throat and took his headphones out. "Nya's not here..." He stammered and the younger Gallagher frowned.
"Didn't think she were" Liam said, giving him a bored expression as he blew smoke in the older boy's face. "I'm here for you"
Damon froze, he knows, he knows, fuck, fuck. "Sexy" Graham said, from the settee in the other room, diluting the fear in Damon's chest a little. "I can leave..."
Liam let himself in. "Nah, could be doing with both of you"
"Even better" Graham teased and Damon walked over to the living room just to hit him with a NME magazine. Liam followed him into the living room, doing his usual satire walk, laying casually across the settee, with his shoes still on, smoking indoors. Damon could kill him.
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