summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

I. carpet

2nd of september, 1984.
10:26pm.
your childhood room.

your pov.

he looks at me up and down as i enter the room again, back from the shower. i just tilt my head in a confused manner. he just smiles. the smile turns into laughter, laughter turns into hysteria. i can't help but laugh with him, but i have no idea what's going on in his head.

"y/n... those... those are- your pajamas?" he barely says before returning to his manic laughter, i roll my eyes at i look down at my winnie the pooh pjs. "mate, let me see you do better." i cross my arms in a joking way, he gets up quickly and goes through his bag.

"well, shit." he sighs, looking defeated. "what's wrong dames? are they hot wheels? or perhaps some... barbie ones? snow white pjs? oh... it better not be star wars..." i laugh at the thought of damon wearing star wars pjs. that's hilarious. "no, in fact i didn't even bring any. shit, i'm sorry. maybe i can go back to my place and fetch some if need be?" he looks back into his bag once again, like they would just magically appear.

"dames, mate, we're 16. we don't exactly need pjs anymore. of course, it is a preference thing-" i stop and chuckle at my outfit "-but it's really not that important, just sleep in your clothes or i can lend you some of mine, yeah?" i look at him, and he seems relieved. "cheers." he smiled as he went over downstairs to take a shower.

me and damon always have these weird sleepovers, it was a thing since we were like 8 or 9. we would usually just sit around, do nothing, or just talk about everything and nothing, or in the best case scenario, make fun of eachother. like we just did. damon's mum and mine were always good friends, so my mum knows that dames wouldn't do anything to me and i wouldn't do anything to him. it's just a very strong bond we have.

spending these strangely warm summer nights during the last moments of summer holiday is quite nice. you get to look back at some moments... not that anything slightly memorable happened. mostly me and dames messing around and buying sweets. yup, great summer i had, innit? i mean i can't complain. dames makes great company. i feel like without him i would probably be bored out of my mind and possibly even die. hes just always there for me, y'know? i should really thank him for that before i actually start getting all sappy and teary-eyed cause of this knob.

talking about knobs, i hear the door knob turn, the sound startled me and stopped my train of thoughts, but my mind was still drawing the picture of me thanking dames for the great summer, because it's ending soon, and college is starting, so god knows what will happen next. "oi, oi?! i'm here twat, why so zoned out?" he waves his hands in front of me like a complete utter dick, i shake my thoughts off, well at least i thought i shook them off. "fuck you, i was thinking about something!" the thoughts really get to me, but now they have really hit me. the realisation hit me. god knows what will happen in a couple of years.

will i be a stranger to damon? will i forget him? - no, i bet i never will... buy maybe he will forget me. no, we are best friends, always have been. can't be... or maybe... "y/n? are you tearing up? did i say something wrong? you alright?" he throws in fifteen thousand apologies but i cut him off. i didn't realise i was crying. he sits next to me, his hand comforting my back, patting it gently every now and then, not saying anything, just letting me be. "hey, hey, hey... it's alright. you can tell me whats going on, if you'd like..." he says in such a comforting voice, i never heard him so gentle and quiet. i just sob. hearing his voice makes me sadder. why am i so dramatic about it...?

"sorry, dames. i'm just kinda having a moment here." i try to giggle away the tears, not working obviously. "that's alright. we all have moments. take your time y/n.". he's so reassuring it hurts. "i'm just- god. i'm just really, uh, thankful... for you. and- and- the way we spent the whole summer together, i don't know where i'd be without you damon, seriously- you're my only friend. i'm so thankful. im sorry if it all seems sappy, and embarrassing, cause it is... but i'm just so thankful, and i- i dunno. that's all i guess." i calm my crying after letting it out, why was this kind of hard to get out of my system? maybe cause we were never sappy? we usually would insult eachother? i don't know. i really don't.

i shyly look over at him, expecting him to laugh or something, instead, he just gently smiled, his eyes so comforting you could drown in them. i look back down to my hands, not really knowing what will happen next, it's kinda painful how silent the room is now. "could we move to the carpet for a moment? i hate the texture of your mattress." he states. is that all he had to say? i just nod and get down on the floor with him. instead of him sitting next to me, we were looking at eachother face to face. i felt embarrassed. why? we have known eachother for years?

"i've never seen you so passionate about our friendship... i'm kind of speechless, really, i'm sorry." he looks down and i just nod in agreement. i'd be silent too, to be fair. soon enough, he looks up again, his face completely red and coming closer to mine, i don't know why, but it felt right. i don't know why, but i brought our lips together. i don't know why, but for a second, i loved him, not only as a friend. i don't know why, but i held him close and i didn't want to let go. i don't know why. i just don't.

as we slowly backed away from eachother, dames looked prettier than ever, seeing him so close, just made me realise all the little details on his face that i wouldn't usually notice. i smiled. but it was kind of awkward, so dames cut the silence. "this is definitely the highlight of my summer." he chuckles at his own joke, i laugh back, so we start manically laughing like two drunks laughing in a pub. damon could bring his humor into anything, i loved that about him. "finally something memorable. totally going into my essay on "what i did this summer"." i add. "number one: kissed damon albarn. thank you for listening to my essay, now, if you excuse me, i'll go shag him in the bathroom!!" dames does a really bad impression of me, so i just jokingly hit his shoulder and laugh. it's strange how long i masked and denied my feelings for him. i am so in love with him at this point, so fuck it. "i love you, damon, and not only as a friend. i guess the kiss said it all." i nervously say. he grins at me, a little shock was left in his face though. "i love you too, more than you know." he replies sweetly.

there was a moment of silence until i decided it was the perfect time to annoy him. "still sleeping on the carpet?" i ask. "i always do twat. you ask that all the time, its getting annoying, winnie." he answers. "DAMON FUCKING ALL-BRAN DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME WINNIE I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR YOU SAYING THAT ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO PUT YOUR ASHES IN A BLOODY HONEY POT AND THEN SEE WHO'S WINNIE THEN YOU KNOB- SODDING IDIOT, FUCKING WANKER-"

ah, teenage love.