Milan | H.S & Damiano x Reader | One Shot

27th May 2021

Milan, Italy.

"We're going to be late." I hear my best friend say from the other room.

"Late for what? It's a club, it's not like we have to be there at a certain time, right?" I ask, running the make up brush under my eye. The dark colour smeared just under my lashes, making the blue of my eyes pop.

Today was my birthday and tonight, we we're celebrating.

Like any normal women running from a shitty break up, I packed my bags and got on the first plane I could to drown my sorrows on holiday. My best friend, Hazel, handled it all. And I mean everything.

She has held my hand through the brunt of the break up to my long term now ex-boyfriend. Dried my tears, bought me ice cream and laid in bed with me on the days I couldn't even be bothered to move. When the idea of coming on a holiday to escape was brought into the mix, I practically jumped head first at the opportunity. Never did I expect to end up here in Milan, Italy.

"It's a surprise." She yelled whilst making her way down the hallway.

Fucking hell.

"What did you do?" I ask, looking over my shoulder and the blonde haired girl sauntering in.

Hazel walked towards the bed and sat down on the end, crossing her legs messily with a devilish smirk plastered on her perfect lips.

"I may or may not have picked a club that a band I like is playing at." She shrugged like the news wasn't something that would usually blow my mind.

I furrowed my brows at her brows and narrowed my gaze in on her, searching her features for an answer. "Who?" I asked.

"It's a surprise."

"Hazel!"

"Veronica." She retorted.

I gasped and immediately grabbed the closest thing to me in order to throw it at her. The closest thing I could find was make up wipes which hit her shoulder, "did you just full name me?"

"Okay, okay. I did, I admit it. You love me anyway, Vee." She grinned.

It's not that I didn't like my name, it's just that it didn't suit...me. Not in my mind anyway. Veronica was the name of a girl that was proper and not someone that dressed in fishnet tights and ripped black band shirts. Turning back around on the chair, I picked up the black liner from the dresser and pulled the cap off. Leaning forward a bit, I ran the black pencil just beneath my waterline in order to darken my make up just that little bit more. Lifting a hand to run through my long firey auburn curls, I looked over at Hazel who smirked at me.

"What?"

"Nothing. We need to make a move or we're going to miss the gig, you idiot."

Rolling my eyes at her words, I reached for the black doc martin's beside me and slipped my feet into them both. Standing up, I walked towards the mirror and gazed at my appearance. Looking at it now, I could see why some women crossed the road when they saw me.

Tonight, I'd chosen my staple black fishnets with a red checkered skirt and a tucked in worn out black band shirt. My doc martins were a little scuffed but I practically lived in them so I didn't care. Turning around to look at Hazel, she was laying down on the bed, propped up on her elbows. She was a little less dark than I was, a simple black dress that hugged her curves was her outfit of choice tonight.

"Shot?" She asked.

"Already on it." I laughed, walking towards the small mini fridge in our room. Pulling out the small bottles of alcohol they had, I held one up and grinned. "Bingo!"