summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

II. packing

13th of december, 1984.
5:08pm.
damons house.

your pov.

"you're gonna write, please, tell me you're gonna write back, and when i write back, you'll write back, no matter how much time it gets to ship over here." i plead. "love, you know i will! i'll try my hardest, and if i do have a telephone there i have your number engraved into my brain. no worries." damon smiles as he throws some oversized sweaters into his bag. "no, no, jesus! are you fucken' dead from the neck up? let me help you with that." i fold his sweaters neatly, so he has more space for other things, like his cds and such.

tomorrow winter holiday is starting, damon is going to spain with his family. and i can't go. bloody bummer. i'll miss my boyfriend. ever since summer, every day with him felt like magic, god knows how only three weeks will feel without him, it slightly worries me. what also worries me is this absolute wazzock has no clue how to properly fold his clothes. jesus christ.

"you having a boy's night tonight?" i ask damon, fridays usually meant some of his friends were coming over, never properly talked to the lads, but they seem like the perfect friends for dames. "yea, gra is coming over, not so sure with alex though... you can stay with us if you'd like! i really wouldn't mind." damon suggests, i nod "no" mostly cause i know it's kind of their routine at this point. wouldn't wanna interrupt. "alright, if you say so, may it be so." he gently smiles, his little smile always gets me, i just have to smile back.

"well, we are pretty much done with the clothes, mum will put my jackets in her suitcase so... time for other things like uh...?" he knows whats coming. "cds!!!" i yell out. me and damon were always passionate about music. we would spend hours together listening to records and cds. beatles, x ray spex and all that. wide range, i suppose. damon liked theatre and musicals, i always found that quite nerdy but nonetheless cute. he had a pretty singing voice, but going through the hardest days in puberty isnt helping, when we would jam out, his voice would just randomly break and it would make us laugh so much.

"ive actually brought you some of mine, if you dont mind..." i reach out for my bag and take 5 cds out. damon gladly takes them. "magical mystery tour, the village green preservation society , dark side of the moon, please please me and rumours. wiiide range y/n. dont mind at all though. quite unique to be fair." he smiles widely as he pulls me into a little hug, just thankful for everything. "well i wanted you to have music for every occasion. crying cause you miss me, dancing cause youre happy or ate some really good food, good tunes for shagging other spanish slags-" i continue and he cuts me off, with a very offended looking face. "too far? oops?" i laugh it off nervously.

"why would i be shagging spanish birds? what if they tell me its small and i wouldnt even get it?" he laughs at his own statement. fair point albarn. "AAAH AAAH AAH MAS RAPIDO POR FAVOR, AAH ES MUY PEQUENO!!!!" i moan out, trying to embarrass the shit out of him. "theyd say something like that." i continue. "god, youre one bloody fucken nutter. obviously somethings wrong with you." he laughs, he could barely hold it in. "have a problem? AHH VAMOS A FOLLAR!!" i continue fucking around with him until he holds me by the shoulders and starts rapidly shaking me. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!" he yells out. i just stop, and smirk, knowing damn well i was funny. "you should thank every god out there that my parents arent here right now, or the lads.... or the lads. SHIT. SHIT. THEY MUST BE HERE NOW." damon looks at the clock and runs over to the door.

i go around my way to the back of the house where the lads cant see me, i pick up a small piece of paper that was meant for the fridge, and i write down, "window. call me when theyre gone. need a proper goodbye xxx" i leave it on the table as i open the window up and leave, before i closed it i could hear the boys mocking him and me. silent "AAH DAMON!!"s could be heard, which made me laugh pretty hard. i close the window and get going.