stories from the city; damon albarn

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As one might imagine, the rest of the night went by rather smoothly. Chloe and Ewan finally got their alone time, before joining her family for dinner, Jonny went and took a nap out of the sun and Stella kind of roamed around, mapping out familiar faces in the area.

It had been around 1 in the morning and both Chloe and Ewan were still up, they were staring at one another, wide eyed and across from one another in their hotel room bed, the bedspread scattered along the bed.

Neither of them could sleep, they had alcohol coursing through their veins and also they didn't want to. It was a rare occasion where they stayed up late on their own accord. And besides- they'd slept all of last night to make up for the lack of sleep they'd been getting.

"Isn't this nice?" Chloe says quietly, breaking up the silence "we're finally alone."

"We've been alone for hours." He slurs "I know because I fucked you right there." He points to a point on the bed and then snickers a little "I wouldn't want my mates seeing that."

She frowns "Why? I thought you liked me?" She pouts

"That's not what I meant. I meant that you're my wife..I don't want them seeing. Just like how I don't think you want people seeing me."

She still frowns "Ewan people have seen you. It's in like three movies. Very public movies."

It was like he'd forgotten about that.

And the interview he'd done talking about how much he loved getting nude in films, how it was like second mature to him. It wasn't like Chloe cared. She knew he wasn't fucking other people. But they were drunk. Chloe wasn't really thinking about the words she was saying.

"Chloe I love you. But could you hand me the bottle?" He motions to the giant bottle of something they'd preordered to their room.

She nods, handing the bottle to him, and watching him take a giant swig from it. They knew that the hangover to come was going to be terrible. But to be honest they didn't care.

"Blur plays tomorrow. They're headlining. Do you want to go?" She asks softly, moving closer and planting a kiss to his forehead, her grip on his arms right, rubbing circles into his skin.

He lays down, pulling her down onto his chest as well, kissing her gently and heavily, practically shoving his lips onto her face.

After a few minutes, she pulls away, reiterating what she had said before.

"Don't you want to go see Blur? They're performing stuff from 13. We love that album." She says softly, pressing her bare chest against his.

He thinks about it. And honestly maybe his judgement was clogged- but he didn't really want to. Maybe it came down to how lowly he thought of Damon Albarn. While he loved listening to 13, specifically Tender, he didn't know if he could sacrifice his own sanity for that.

"Maybe if we're in the crowd."

She frowns "The crowd? That was miserable today. No. I don't want to do that."

He groans "Chloe, I don't want to stand backstage and watch Blur. It would be more fun from the audience."

She studies his expression and sits up. "Liar. I can tell when you're lying."

"Are we really doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Chloe I don't want to fight about fucking Blur. It's ruining my night."

"Well I want to go watch from Backstage."

"Why? So Damon Albarn pays attention to you?" He hisses

She stares at him for a second before completely climbing off and getting out of the bed. "You're not actually jealous are you? I haven't slept with him since 1995. Honestly, you think you'd be more put together."

"We're drunk Chloe."

He pauses "You two were still sleeping together when we met?"

"Did you not know that?" Chloe said, pulling on one of his shirts "I thought everyone did."

"No. I did not." He says angrily, standing up as well, getting up out of bed.

"It's not a big deal. You got me to stop. We fell in love. Now we're married and now we have kids and we're here." Chloe says, sounding irritated.

"It is a big deal, because how many times have we talked about this Chloe? And you've always said that nothing went on with him. Sex is a big deal Chlo."

"But you showing millions of people your penis aren't?" She yells "God, sometimes you're a fucking idiot."

He rolls his eyes "Chloe we're both drunk. Let's just go back to bed."

"No."

"Please?"

"Chloe come on. Don't be bitter."

"You're the one who's acting bitter. I mean you're getting upset about sex I had nearly 5 years ago. It's not a big deal. I sleep with you all the time. We're fucking married."

He groans "Can we just go to bed?"

"Apologize."

"For what?"

"What you said! Stop getting mad about stuff that happened years ago. It makes me sad and I don't like it." He sighs, kind of realizing what he had said had been hurtful and probably hadn't reflected in the way he meant it. He loved Chloe, but he hated having to interact with Damon Albarn.

He turned into a greedy fucking monster when the idea of that man even turned up, and apparently drunk McGregor hated him even more.

"Chloe, I love you." He pulls her into a hug and presses a kiss to her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just hate that cunt. He's been awful to you and to me, and I just get worried that he's going to do it all again."

It was endearing to see him worried.

It really was

"Ewan. It's fine. Maybe we should just go to bed, stop drinking and deal with the hangover in the morning. And look, I'm fine to watch Blur from wherever you want to watch."

He grins, tugging her wrist and pulling her into bed, happy with the conversation they'd had. "We can watch from wherever you want." He says softly, watching her get comfortable and then wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head next to hers.