For Your Love. {Damiano David}

Chapter Twenty Six - So Cold.

Oh, you can't hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own.
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
Feels like home.

Oh, when you told me you'd leave
I felt like I couldn't breathe
My aching body fell to the floor
Then I called you at home
You said that you weren't alone
I should've known better
Now it hurts much more.

You caused my heart to bleed and
You still owe me a reason
'Cause I can't figure out why...
Why I'm alone and freezing
While you're in the bed that she's in
And I'm just left alone to cry.

November 16th 2020.

15:35

I was still laying in the same position I had been when I came home the night before. I couldn't bare moving at all. I really was beginning to hate myself more and more as the minutes went by. I had ignored my mothers calls for both breakfast and lunch, I couldn't eat. I felt too ill to  even attempt. I just wanted Damiano.

September 22nd 2020.

"You know you're my favourite person in the whole world?" Damiano questions as we sit in the corner of the studio as the rest of the band chill with their own significant others. His hand was rubbing my thigh carefully as I avoided his eye nervously.

"Really Eve... you are" He repeats as his thumb and index finger turn my chin up from the floor to look at him. 

"Are you sure?" I question hesitantly, I could never believe someone actually cared about me or even loved me for that matter. I was just a simple, average girl while my boyfriend was a sex symbol for Italy. I saw the ways girls stared at him, I saw the way he looked back and it wasn't for a reasonable amount of time.  

"What about those other girls?" I ask bitterly, not wanting him to reveal the truth. I was convinced I already knew what his response would be even though I wasn't entirely sure. 

"What other girls amore?" He asks me cluelessly, taking my hand. He knew fine well what other girls. I love his fans, I really do. It was just the ones who took it the extra mile that bothered me. 

"Your physical fans, the ones that touch your ass when your back is turned or... the ones who attempt to kiss your lips when you try to kiss their cheeks?"

"I can't do anything about that baby... they pay my bills" He admits sheepishly which makes me crack a very small smile, he wasn't entirely wrong. I couldn't fault him for that. 

"I know but are you really trying to tell me that you don't enjoy the female attention you get?" I ask. "I mean every other man I know would throw themselves at the opportun.."

"Eve... I love you." Damiano cuts me off meaningfully. That was the first ever time one of us had told the other person that, I couldn't believe my ears. Damiano David... loved me?

"Y-you love me?" My voice shakes nervously to only gain a firm nod in confirmation as he stares deeply into my eyes.

"Yes." He answers. "You're the only woman I ever think about" 

"Eve!! Are you sure you don't want some leftover lunch?! I can heat it up in the oven!!" I hear my Nonna shouts from outside my room.

"I'm fine Nonna... I'm not hungry." I respond, standing up from my bed and pulling off my towel to change into some loose trousers and an oversized t-shirt, the one Damiano left in my room to be exact.

He really did have me wrapped around his finger didn't he? I mean all this time and I never stopped thinking about him, no matter what I couldn't shake him from my mind and that's what scared me. Would I ever be able to?

September 26th 2017

The sound of someone being sick awoke me from my sleep, what the hell? What time was it? Oh.. five in the morning. I glance next to me to see Damiano wasn't in the bed, the light from the toilet shone from the hall. I quickly get out of bed and rush through to see Damiano through the open bathroom door over the toilet dry heaving. My poor baby. 

"Dami?" I question, walking into the room with him. He glances up and his face was all sweaty and awfully pale, he really didn't look well at all.

"I'm fine amore, go back to bed" He croaks weakly. Well I wasn't fucking doing that. I shake my head in reply and pull off the hair tie from my wrist, standing behind him to pull his hair up into a tight bun. 
He continues being sick into the toilet for the next ten minutes as I sit on the edge of the bath, rubbing his back soothingly. After he finishes he sits back between my legs, resting his head back, groaning in discomfort. I hated seeing him like this.

"Do you feel a bit better?" I question softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his very, very hot forehead. He nods slowly, refusing to open his eyes. 

"Do you want to cuddle on the couch and watch films for a while?" He once again nods as I stand up carefully, I place my arm around his waist and help him up from the floor. I bring his toothbrush and some toothpaste so he could brush his teeth through in the sitting room. I place him down on the couch and turn on the tv before handing him his toothbrush and heading through to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a cracker or two to level his stomach. I grab our small bin in the corner and bring everything through for him to see he had wrapped the couch blanket around himself, he looked so fucking cute. I smile to myself and place everything down in front of him. 

"Here you are baby" 

He opens his arm out to me and I happily tuck myself under it as he wraps some of the blanket around me. 

"Thank you for staying with me amore" He smiles tiredly. He didn't have to thank me, of course I was going to stay with him and make sure he was okay.

"Baby, I'm your girlfriend. You don't have to thank me for that" I tell him seriously. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I didn't want you to see me like that" He chuckles nervously. I smile up at him and kiss his lips softly which he tries to pull away.

"Eve, I'll get you sick" He sighs.

"I'm going to get it either way so I might as well get it over with quickly so kiss me back or I'm going to ignore you all day" I fold my arms childishly as he rolls his eyes at me, smiling. He leans forward and cups my face with his hand and kisses me passionately. 

"I feel better already"

There's a soft knock on my door which startles me from my book. 

"Who is it?" I ask. 

"It's me" I hear my mums soft voice respond. I place my book down as the door opens and she gives me a small smile.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" She questions, shutting the door behind her and coming to sit next to me on the bed.

"I'm fine, I'm just catching up on some reading" 

"You've not eaten sweetheart, do you want me to bring you up something small?" She asks me, a concerned look on her face. 

"I'm really not hungry, I feel like I'll be sick if I even try" I sigh, leaning back in my bed.

"Damiano's locked himself in his room as well... what really happened Eve? I want to be able to understand and help you both but I.."

"It's okay mum. Us getting back together was a stretch anyway, it wasn't going to last" I shrug, cutting her off. 

"Okay baby... but if you ever need to talk to me, I'm always here" She reminds me, stroking my cheek kindly. 

"I know mumma"

"Now get yourself out of this room and come downstairs to play monopoly with us"