Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝙽𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢

When I pulled up to the venue, the parking lot was already packed. Luckily, co-owners had received their own designated parking. But this also meant the Damien's car was on my left, and Chase's on my right. I think Chase even made an attempt to turn me away, as he was parked over the line. I rolled my eyes and exited my vehicle. I straightened out my dress and cheap tiara before approaching the front doors, cursing Pam for her chosen theme. Princes and Princesses were so played out, but she thought it would make the night more magical rather than memorial like.

Upon entering, music played through the speakers, just loud enough to cover peoples conversations. I had already spotted Chase leaned against the wall, whiskey in hand. A group of girls had gathered around him, laughing and cheesing as I'm sure he was just charming them. Damien was on the opposite side of the venue, quietly and distance-mindedly sitting in a chair, whiskey in one hand, and the other loosely connected to Mia. He stared off to the floor while Mia -with her dark red lipstick- smiled and talked to the other guest that had gathered around them. Damien seemed out of it, and Mia was just soaking up the attention, acting as if she had all the answers.

I approached the bar, smiling at Pamela as she slid me an alcoholic beverage. I didn't waste a moment before I quickly swallowed it down, then asking for another.

"Have you seen Damien?" She asked with a smile, "He looks pretty good in that red suit, huh?"

"He looks miserable." I rolled my eyes, and downed the drink again, "And Mia just doesn't care."

"They had a small fight in the parking lot, just before you came." Pamela shrugged, "She was doing most of the yelling though."

"What was it about?" I asked. Pamela only shrugged, saying that she decided not to listen as it wasn't her place. I rolled my eyes, annoyed with my informant. I then took another shot before I turned back to the crowd, my eyes immediately turning to Damien. And she was right, he did look handsome in that red suit that happened to perfectly match Mia's lipstick. That was probably her idea. But they looked good together, meaning that their outfits matched instead of clashing with each other. They -themselves- didn't look good together.

"God." I swung back around to Pamela and slid my glass back over, "Get me drunk."

She laughed and decided to just pass me the whole bottle, "There, that can be yours, but you need to go get me more from the back." I rolled my eyes and jumped up from my barstool, bringing my bottle with me. I guess I could go sit back there for a moment and drink in silence. I kept my head down as I walked past Damien's small group he had collected and ducked into the small backroom.

The room was mostly filled with crates that were filled with decorations and other things. The themes were different in each box, I even spotted one that read "Just Married". I guess that was from Damien's first marriage? I shook my head to clean my thoughts and sat onto one of the boxes, then taking a low sip from the bottle. I swallowed it sharply and turned my head, examining the room more. Alcohol was in the back, so if anyone came in, I could say something along the lines of 'Ah, I didn't see them back there'. There were a couple of chairs and tables pushed against the wall, some of the chairs filled with books or papers. The room was surprisingly clean, and everything was put away neatly. I grabbed a random paper from the top, quickly glancing over it.

'Join us today for the celebration of Damien Fischbach and -'

The second name was scratched out. I decided not to dwell on it and placed it back down. I wonder if Damien's been happier since then? The door then quickly swung open, Damien stumbling inside. I watched as he collapsed against the door, his eyes closed and his breath heavy. I quietly stood from the box and softened my voice, "Hey? Is everything okay?" Damien jumped at my sudden voice, quickly standing straight and wiping his face. He gently smiled, "Sorry, I didn't think you'd still be in here." I slowly approached him -placing the bottle back into the chair- with my hands out for him to grabbed. He reached out, missing the first time but then eventually getting here. It made me question myself. Was he really that drunk?

"Damien, are you okay-"

"I just need a moment to myself, that's all." He huffed, wiping his face once again before he gestured behind him, back to the party, "Why aren't you out there?" I then gestured to my bottle, not saying anything. He nodded, then awkwardly shifting around on his feet, his hands deep into his pockets. I quickly turned around and grabbed the bottle Pamela needed, and began to leave when Damien stopped me. He had gently grabbed me by my forearm, his thumb gently caressing the skin, "I found the nursery."

That's why he's been so broken tonight. I didn't want him to find that himself, I wanted to be there with him. I wanted to pick him up from the bottom once he found it. I smiled weakly at him as I stepped back to look into his reddened eyes, "I thought you wouldn't find it."

"Cory gave me the key. He figured I'd want to see it." Damien smiled back, "It was nice."

I knew he was just trying to hide something, perhaps his feelings that laid deep down. I knew that he was probably angry at me for hiding something so big in our lives.

"Anyways. I just locked the room back up. I'm not ready to handle something like that yet." He explained, then leaning against the door, blocking my way out. Was he wanting to talk? Was there something he needed to say?

Damien then closed his eyes, his body then swaying left and right for a moment before he opened them and looked back to the ground, then to me, "I don't feel okay." My eyes saddened before I placed my hands onto his shoulders, debating on what to say. Damien then collapsed into my arms, becoming a sobbing mess, his nails digging into the fabric of my dress.

"I can't keep going like this." He spoke between cries, "How did we end up like this? How did we get here?"

"Damien." I tried to pry him away as gently as possible, but he only held me tighter. "Damien." I repeated, "Damien, we need to leave. You'll get in trouble if you're found here with me." It only caused him to clutch onto me tighter. I have never seen this man so broken before.

"I've lost everything." He whispered. I froze with a saddened look, rubbing his back in circles before he looked up into my eyes, "I don't feel okay."

"I know, Damien." I sighed, brushing the hair from his head, "Just get Mia to take you home, okay? I'll go get her-"

"No!" He shouted, "No, don't get Mia, please. I don't feel good-"

The storage door then opened, Mia and a small crowd appearing behind her. Damien was relucent to turn around. Mia gave me a look before coming in and forcefully grabbing Damien by his hand, ripping him from my grasp.

"Come on, babe. We're going home." Mia sneered with Damien silent at her side. She turned to exit, but paused. She turned back to me and shook her head with a threatening voice,

"Maybe you should just leave him alone."