Damiano David // one shots

Eurovision (Part 2)

Celebrating with your friend was as great as you expected, dancing and singing along to the music. Sure, almost everybody here was a musician but that didn't stop you from showing off your singing skills that you practice in the shower. As you were dancing, your friend left to go to the bathroom and then get a few more drinks. You told her that you'd stay where you were and kept on swinging your hips to the rhythm of the music. The alcohol warming your body from the inside, you felt happy and relaxed.

After dancing away from a while, you overheard some girls close to you talking and had to listen in because you heard them mention the Italian performers.

"Damiano, that's the one I'd love to spend a night with" one of the girls giggled.

"Oh I bet you would, that voice of his combined with the dark look on his eyes had me weak, I'm not even mad we didn't do so great in our performance because that man deserved to win just for looking like that" another one added.

You felt a tingle of jealousy but kept on listening to their talk, you wanted to know more about them and about the intentions of these girls too.

"I can't believe he's so young and already has all the girls under a spell! Too bad he has a girlfriend." One of the girls said. They all sighed and started talking about something else, so you moved a bit further away from them and kept on dancing.

I can't believe he has a girlfriend, my chances with him are ruined  you thought to yourself. Sure, that shouldn't be a surprise, why would someone as talented and handsome as him be single? Brushing the tingle of sadness away you went ahead to look for your friend and that drink she promised to get. Now that your plan to get to know the Italian man was cancelled, you decided to focus on having a good time, just as you planned before seeing Damiano perform.

Moving through the crowd you looked for your friend or anyone from the band but you couldn't see them and since you were getting thirsty and more and more sober – you went to the bar to get a drink by yourself.

It was crowded so you had to wait quite a while but you felt someone looking at you. Maybe your friend was somewhere near and wanted to scare you or prank you somehow? You started looking around but instead of her you saw a pair of dark eyes staring at you from the other side of the bar. Damiano. God, that girlfriend of his must be the luckiest person on earth. Once he noticed that you spotted him, he didn't look away. Instead, he smiled, making your knees go weak for a fraction of a second. Before you could smile back though he disappeared into the crowd like he was never there and the bartender asked what you'd like to order. You felt like you needed to have a drink or two fast to stop thinking about him and focus on celebrating your friend and her accomplishments (once you could find her of course).

Once your drink was in your hand you felt a presence behind you and before even turning around you said "What took you so long?" waiting for your friend to explain herself. Unfortunately, once you did turn around you saw that it wasn't her. Instead, it was a tall, dark haired man with a disarming smile on his face.

"Well, you're not that easy to catch" he replied with a laugh, "I'm Damiano".

You were left speechless and forgot your own name for a moment. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else. I'm y/n" you said with a smile.