For Your Love. {Damiano David}

Chapter Twenty Eight - Favourite Crime.

And now, every time a siren sounds
I wonder if you're around
'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

All the things I did
Just so I could call you mine
The things you did
Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.

September 29th 2017.

And of course... I did in fact get very ill. Damiano had recovered that night I found him being sick so it was very short illness. Damiano was doing press today while I for the whole day had my head down the toilet bowl, vomiting up nothing but the water I had been sipping. I hated being ill, it was one of my biggest fears, part of me wanted to call Damiano but the other part of me didn't want to disturb him so with me being stubborn, I didn't call him. 

It was nine thirty at night when I heard the front door open, I was standing in the kitchen while shakily drinking water with baggy shorts and a very loose tank on, my hair was all painfully ratty. I hear his footsteps walk into the room and I turn to watch his eyebrows raise curiously.

"Are you okay amore?" He asks softly, placing down his bag, his eyes locked on me. 

"Yeah, just wanted water" I bullshit, not wanting to worry him in the slightest. My Nonna was right when she said we were the double of each other personality wise, I mean we are just two stubborn assholes who don't like to admit our vulnerability . 

"You don't look very well baby" He sighs, edging closer as I step backwards. 

"I'm fine" I shrug. That horrible bubbling feeling started returning into the pit my stomach and the back of my throat. He backs me up against the fridge and feels my forehead with the back of his hand before giving me a stern look. I cover my mouth and run down the hall to the toilet, falling to my knees as the water I had just downed returned. Fuck sake.

Damiano was right behind me, tying my hair up into a tight bun as he rubs my back comfortingly. I was being sick for the next ten minutes without stopping and my body was tiring out more and more by the second. 

Finally the last of it was out and I fell backwards against the wall defeatedly, throwing my head back. 
Damiano hands me a small drink of water and my toothbrush which I gladly take, he leans down and wraps his arms around me, pulling me up to my feet as I was too unstable to do that myself at this current moment in time. He had his arm around my waist, stroking my bare skin softly as he watched me carefully in the mirror. 

I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth out a few times before tiredly leaning my head against his chest as he leans down at kisses the top of my head. 

"Do you want to watch a film?"

"Don't you have to be up early for a photoshoot?" I question softly. He pulls back and cups my face sweetly, making me look up at him.

"I did have one. I'm not going to it when you're sick amore and I'm not going to argue about it" He warns as I crack a small smile, secretly pleased. 

"Okay" I nod slowly as I feel him bend down and scoop me up in his arms, carrying me out to our sitting room. He places me down gently on the couch and grabs the blanket we used the other night and the bin in case I needed to use it quickly before sitting down beside me, pulling me onto his lap and begins cradling me like a baby.

I didn't fight it, I was too comfortable. We didn't end up putting a film on, we just lay there listening to Paolo Nutini while he rocks me gently, occasionally leaning down to kiss me and whisper sweet little things in my ear. 

How did I get so lucky?

Man, I felt like shit. My body was aching and it felt like my hunger had burned two large holes in my stomach. I open my eyes slowly to see a doctor was standing over me with a small smile on his face and a clipboard in hand.