Unexpected love / Damiano x Victoria

/ 5 /

One week has passed. One week since Damiano and I had an argument. We haven't talked a single time, just shared a few glances here and there.

Today is the day we are going to Sweden. I stand in my bedroom and pack down the last things in the suitcase when I hear Thomas yelling at me.

«The taxi is here. We have to go»

Why do taxis always have to be here on time? It stresses me out.

I slide the zipper again and carry the suitcase downstairs. It is heavy, over 20 kilos, so I probably have to pay overweight at the airport. Unnecessary use of money, but everything to bring with me all I need.

Damiano is standing in the doorway smoking. That boy is going to get copd and bad kidneys before he turns thirty. 10-15 smokes a day can impossibly be good.

I smoked from I was 14 to 19, but quit because I read so much weird stuff on the internet. It calmed me down when I was stressed or had panic attacks. That was the only positive thing.

The taxi driver honks and we hurry out with our suitcases. He carries them into the trunk for us while we get in. Unfortunately, I end up next to Damiano.

Throughout the car ride to the airport, he sits and sends messages with Giorgia. The way she's even clinging to her phone is annoying, or am I just jealous?

«Do you enjoy snooping on other people's messages?», he gives me a hard look.

«Not at all. There is just very little to do in this taxi», I snap at him.

He turns off his phone and puts it on his thigh. I lean my head against the window and study all the cars passing by. Minutes later we turn into a large parking lot belonging to the airport.

The taxi driver takes out the suitcases and Ethan pays him. Imagine having such a job. Drive around and carry suitcases all day long. Then I should have been well paid.

We enter the airport which is packed with people. I hate large crowds. Every time we travel, Damiano tends to make it comfortable for me. He holds my hand and makes sure I'm well. Not this time, and I can really only blame myself for that.

«It's only 1 hour until the plane leaves. We should get through the security checkpoint», Damiano goes in the direction of where it is located. The rest of us follow.

The security goes well. No one was stopped, but I had to pay 50€ extra as expected. We continue towards check-in.

I get pressured between a lot of people. There is a feeling in my chest that has never been there before. It feels like someone's hitting me hard several times, but I don't think so much about it and continue.

- After the flight, at the hotel in Danmark -

The drive to the hotel was tiring. The pressure in my chest never disappeared and it felt like I was going to stop breathing every second.

Our hotelrooms are right next to each other. It feels safe that way in case my panic attacks occur.

The room is large with a large doble bed. As I stand staring at it, I imagine Damiano lying in bed naked waiting for me to ride him.

What the hell am I thinking? Before it goes any further, I go to the closet to unpack everything I have in my suitcase. There is no point in that we will only stay here for 2 days, but I hate to have it messy around me.

After a couple of hours of relaxation in the room, we finally go out to eat. Ethan has found a restaurant with a bit of everything on a website with listings of places to eat here, so we'll go there.

I find a dress that is not too ornate. It's red with a black veil over it. It's not my favorite, but good enough.

In the hallway they are waiting for me. Damiano looks good at usual. He is wearing a black suit with a belt around it and a white tank top underneath.

I check him from head to toe. It should be illegal to look so good. He's looking at me without facial expressions. What if he had figured it out?

«Shall we go?», Thomas ask. He looks pretty tired.

We nod and walk down to the restaurant. It's just a couple of blocks away, but it feels like an eternity with that silence. I don't know what's going on. It's weird in any case.

When we arrive at the restaurant, a waiter meets us at the door and takes us to a free table and gives us the menues.

«What would you like to drink?», he brings out a small notebook and a pen.

Everyone orders beer. It doesn't take long before we get them.

«By the way, Giorgia will come here tomorrow to be with us for the rest of the trip», Damiano says and takes a sip of the beer.

Did I hear right? Yes, I did. She comes over here to be with us for a full three weeks.

«Why?», I ask.

«Why not? She's my girlfriend and we need to spend time with each other like any other couple, especially when i'm traveling so much. But you do not recognize yourself in this, do you?», he smirks at me.

I must admit that it is quite painful to hear from my best friend. He should respect me and understand me, but it is clear that he does not. I know I was acting like a jerk that night, but I was just sorry for reasons he shouldn't know about.

«You're unbeliveable. Sitting her talking like you know everything, but you know what? You don't know a shit Damiano», and that's the last thing I say before I leave the whole place.

What an asshole. Had I know this a few years ago, I would never have become friends with him in the first place. Or taken him into the band for that matter.

I want to cry. Let go of my tears and my feelings. What he said to me was hurtful. He knows how difficult everything with Laura was for me after I found out she was unfaithful to me with a Spanish supermodel.

I find the key card and lock myself in to the room. I slide along the door and stays seated staring into the open air.

I'm sitting there for god knows how long, but after what feels like several hours, I hear it knocking on the door repeatedly.

I open the door carefully and lay my eyes on Damiano who stands there with swollen eyes.

«Can I come in?»