summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

XVII. inertia

19th of march, 1985.
4:51pm.
your house.

your pov.

as i get into my house, i immediately go over to the phone and dial damons number, cause i was pretty sure band practice was over by now. "alright?" he answers as the biggest smile appeared on my face. "hi love!! god, i missed you." i say, desperate to hear his response. "god... youre too cute. i miss you too." he replies, his voice was my therapy at times. i just got sick of freds american slang and the southern accents. "i need to see you right now. please. please please." i beg, i cant last a day without him, no lie. "yeah, love, ill be there in a bit, you home alone?" he asks me and my eyes widen. "what do you mean by that?" i say in a joking suggestive tone, twirling some of my hair. "not that!!! well- unless you want to... but... i want to bring my guitar and play something for you..." he replies, and my heart melts. he is the love of my life. "yes, finally damon... havent heard your singing voice in a while." i reply. it was a shame that i forgot what his singing voice sounded like.

we didnt chat for too long, since damon was really excited to play something for me. i hear about 50 quick knocks on my door as i quickly stand up, smiling to myself. i open the door, seeing damon holding an acoustic without his guitar case. "hi lo-" i cut him off, immediately going in to kiss him. its only been a couple of hours without him, but, i needed damon. ever since we confessed to eachother that other day, i fully realised how much he means to me, and how much i truly need him, every moment i need to cherish. every second.

i open my eyes, realising i was still kissing him, i pull away, damon cutely dumbfounded and his cheeks red. "i thought you would start shagging me in front of the whole neighbourhood, christ... i missed you too love." he chuckles as he comes inside, clenching his teeth, being careful the guitar doesnt hit any walls or furniture. he hangs his jacket and i point to the couch, he nods, leaving the guitar right next to it and sitting down, i follow. "how was band practice?" i strike up a conversation. "it was really good, we just finished a song, well... without any bass that is... but overall its good!" damon happily says. "im glad!" i pull him into a quick hug.

he stares at me, causing me to blush. he looks up and down. i die. he knows what he is doing, and i hate it. a fucking tease, a big one at that. wazzock. he bites his lip. jesus i hate him. "damon, i see what youre doing..." i roll my eyes, still red as a lobster. "what?! i just wanted to see how much you really missed me... anything i do makes you blush like mad... god youre to die for." he sweetly looks into my eyes. "well then die." i start hitting him with a pillow, making him laugh. he takes a pillow and we start fighting like small children, yelling and laughing. damon puts his pillow down, showing signs of defeat. he stops and sighs, looks right into my eyes and smiles to himself. "god i fucking love you." he says to himself, but in a tone where i could hear him. god, if only he knew just how much i love him. "we are obviously so cliché. but i love us." damon adds, this time in a normal tone. he scoots closer to me and we just enjoy eachothers company in slience for a bit, some cute phrases and sentences slipping out of damons mouth every now and then, complimenting how i look and how much i mean to him. i try complimenting back, but everytime he cuts me off with a; "shh, im speaking...!" in a very sing-songy voice, just to piss me off in the cutest way.

as he starts playing with my hair, my necklace, and the rim of my sweater, my eyelids got heavy and i could feel myself completely drifting off in his arms. damon sees that, and he gently starts humming some sort of tune, the song he wanted to play, i assume. he was making circles on my shoulder with his thumb. it was comfortable, comforting. everything i needed. then he stands up, as my eyes open and i try getting up too. damon hesitates, pushing me back down to lie on the couch. he sits on the floor, facing me, as he grabs his guitar. i look at him all dreamy and happy. he will play the song for me! "well, of course, graham plays this with his electric, but... this is just some sort of acoustic cover, i suppose..." he gently says, strumming to check if its in tune, i nod and just continue admiring every little thing he does. he clears his voice and smiles at me before he starts playing and singing.

"fear of being left behind
can take you over
suddenly you will choke
maybe its just a joke
im not sure of youuu"

he sings, his voice following the bending strings. it all fits together like a puzzle. his voice putting me into this happy and hypnotic state. i felt like i was flying, felt like i was in heaven and he was one of the angels singing to me.

"i cant hear you now
theres too much thats going around
you say "dont worry, fool"
so i dont think im cool
makes me unsure
of you
of you
of you"

he strums with more pressure, i just listen and look in complete amazement. he was filled with passion, so full of emotion. so raw, so special to my heart, and i bet special to his as well. he wasnt very much of an eye-contact person when he sang with me, so he didnt look at me a lot now, but when he did, he would smirk and my heart would skip a beat. its such a gift that hes mine, and im his. every strum, tone, word, sound, felt like it was played just for me. this was so intimate, so private, i was the first person, other than the band, hearing the song.

"fear of being left alone
can take you over
slowly you will choke
and say its just a joke
im not sure
of you
of you
of you"

we slowly ends the song as i stare at him, in awe, amazement. in complete love with him. words couldnt express how amazed i was, how proud i was, how much i loved him. he moved his guitar to the side, "... so?..." he asks. i stood up and just tackled him on the ground, out of sheer happiness and joy. he laughs between my small kisses, making me happier. "god, youre so talented damon. i loved the song. im gonna cry-!!" i say as i wipe my eyes jokingly. emotions were just taking over me, and i couldnt stop now. i seriously wanted to hold him and cry though. the sound of his voice, the guitar, the melody, everything. and just the whole pressure of our past fight and all of that-it was all buildup for me to finally realise im in love. and i cant hide it. i pull him in tighter and start sobbing like a child. "-oh love!! dont cry!!" damon stroked my hair as i put my head into his shoulder. "im happy you liked it though..." he giggles.

"you know... i wrote that during winter, i was... i was just scared of losing you. you are the only girl ive ever loved. and when we broke up, i couldnt stop thinking about you. those voicemails, how youd still talk to me before class, offer me your cigarettes, still have sleepovers, it just made me realise how much i loved you, and that kiss... in the bathroom. i was the happiest man alive, and it hurt me seeing you leave that night. i thought it was over... but im so glad that you are mine again... and im all yours again... all yours." damon says as i drown in his love, im just so glad he loves me. im so fucking glad. "damon, if i dont marry you, i can just imagine how shite my life would be with someone else." i lean in and kiss him, and he smirks, making me want him more.

"tsk tsk!" he stops me and i frown. "whats wrong?" i look at him, hes still smirking. "uh-uh!! no premarital sex!!" he waves his index in front of me, as my eyes widen in embarrassment, quickly rolling them so he doesnt suspect that i was actually blushing. "actually, fucking shut up." i say between laughs as he goes back to kissing me, "ah cmon, you know i love fucking with you." he gently says, as i stop and think. "in what way?!" i joke around, making him laugh, as he raises his brows, proving the point that the knows what hes doing. "god, i hate you!" i laugh. "oh yeah?" damon stares at me up and down, "tell me about it..." he adds as he starts kissing me again.

me and damon both knew what that would lead to...