If Ever | Damiano David Story

Chapter 21 | Did it anyway

I'm looking myself in the mirror trying to gather my thoughts and pull myself together. I've definetely drunk a little more and I'm already regreting it. I feel a little lightheaded and dizzy. I morphe to myself in the mirror. My hair is not curly anymore and that's exatcly why I rarely waste time on styling them. They lasted four hours and now they are back on their normal wavyness. My makeup is still in place except the smudgy mascara under my eye. I wipe it off with my fingers. 

I take a last look in the mirror and I inhale deeply preparing myself to go back out. Victoria decided to throw a party to celebrate Maneskins' victory, even though they won months ago. She said they never got the chance to properly celebrate it with their friends. I know that last time I saw Damiano I told him that I would get my butt out of his life but Victoria insisted a lot and I ended up coming. And to be completely honest, I really wanted to. I like these guys and I want to be their friend. I'm hoping that at some point Damiano will be okay with that. For now, he mostly ignores me.

I can't blame him and I don't want to ruin his night, so for my part I tried to stay as far away as I could from him and his rumored girlfriend, who is also here tonight. They're laughing and talking all night and I can tell they're together. They are just trying to hide it as much as they can. I'm trying to convice myself that I'm not jealous but... I kind of am and I hate it.

Someone is trying to open the door but I know it's locked. I guess I can't hide in here anymore. I take a last breath and try to walk straight so I won't look drunk. I open the door and prepare to smile to whoever is waiting outside but my smile immediately fades when I see Damiano. He looks as handsome as always. I hate that.

"All yours." I say refering to the bathroom but in my attempt to move aside I misstep, almost tripping.

Damiano immediately grabs me by my arm.

I roll my eyes before I find my balance again. Of course I had to trip infront of him. It's like I'm in a stupid rom-com.

"You're drunk?" Damiano asks me almost suprised.

I am not sure why he's suprised but I'm not willing to let him see me in a vulnerable state so I have to leave immediately. "I'm okay. Thanks."

"Are you?" He looks concerned now. "You just tripped."

"I didn't trip. I just stumbled a little. Sober people do that sometimes." I am putting all the effort I have to really convince him that I'm sober. Because I don't want it to seem like a cry for attetion.

"Yes, they do. But you're definetely not sober."

"I'm perfectly fine. Thanks." I say firmly and turn my back.

"If you say so." I hear him say as I walk away.

I take some steps before I hear him again. "Hey! Perfectly fine, you droped your phone in here and didn't even notice."

I stop walking and take a deep breathe before I turn around. He's leaning on the door holding my phone and waiting for me to go and get it.

I don't move. "Why are you so sure it's mine? It could be someone's else."

"Because you've tattoed your case on your ribs." He says reffering to my phone case which has the same Van Gogh's painting that I have tattoed on me.

"Fair." I say and I walk his way. I grab my phone quickly from his hand. "Thanks."

He looks at me with his eyebrow raised. "You're welcome. Should I keep looking for your things on the floor? Have you lost anything else?"

I smirk at him annoyed by his attitude. "Funny. Maybe, you can look for my dignity?"