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six excruciating months later, and the tour was nearly over. damon had taken the time he had to sort his shit out to just use more and more. at this point, he was doing a five day on two days off schedule with heroin to try and prove that he wasn't addicted. he was set on going to rehab after the tour, but decided that he needed to get his fix first.

juno was absolutely depressed. she struggled to get up every day, and the only thing getting her out of bed was noel gallagher. she had temporarily moved into the basement of his house, which he shared with his wife, meg matthews.

her basement apartment was definitely cozy. she had no bed frame, just a mattress with assorted quilts, blankets and pillows on it. she even had a tv. it was a newly furnished home, and so she had a very small kitchenette, as well as a bathroom. juno of course brought her cat, percy along with her.

these six months apart didn't mean the two didn't still talk, it was just very different than how juno would've liked it to be. she would receive phone calls at ungodly hours of the night, damon high off his mind and begging her to let him back into her life. as much as she wanted to believe it was just the drugs talking, the pain in his voice showed her that it was genuine.

as much as she would've liked to hop on the next plane to wherever in the world he was in and jump into his arms, she had to stay strong and set her ground, not just for her, but for him. she knew he loved his drugs, but she also knew he loved her more, and would go to rehab.

juno could hardly play bass, or write songs without sobbing. everything she did reminded her of how much she loved and missed damon. plus, oasis was a shit show. every single one of their practices ending with a fight between the gallagher brothers.

overall, juno wasn't doing well. it was clear in interviews, magazine articles and especially tabloids. damon was fed up with waiting, and called the rest of the tour off. dave and alex were pissed, but graham was with damon on this one. he even decided to phone juno about it the morning they left to go back to london.

it was early morning when graham called, waking juno up from her thirteen hour slumber. juno answered the phone groggily.

"hello, you've reached juniper". she yawned.

"hi juno, it's graham.. we're coming home".

"what? what do you mean? isn't the tour like nine months"?

"it was supposed to be, but damon's done with waiting. he's coming home and going straight to a rehabilitation center in london".

juno couldn't help but smile. "you're fuckin' with me".

"dead serious. we're coming home tonight.. my question is if you want to see damon before he goes.. he's gonna be there for a month".

juno thought about it for a second. she knew she said that damon had to be clean before she'd see him again... but she never specified for how long. "keep him sober until then and i'll come see him".

"you bet.. he might just drop dead when i tell him".

"tell him i'm dead serious. even if he just does some coke i won't go".

"got it.. ill call you when we're back and you can drive down".

"okay.. see you then".

juno hung up and sighed. she missed him like crazy, and would do anything to be with him right now. knowing that she would see him in 10 hours or so, made her feel a mix of both better and worse.

she did end up falling asleep for a few more hours, until she woke up at one in the afternoon. she decided to actually get something done today, and showered, did her makeup and got dressed. she couldn't sit still all day, and was jittery the whole day.

eventually, graham called and told juno that she could head down whenever, and you best bet she practically teleported into her car, driving down to their flat in london.

damon was ecstatic. he had done so well keeping himself clean for the day, and honestly didn't even feel the need to shoot up.. he was too excited to see juno.

he missed everything about her. her smile, her laugh, her hair, her green eyes... the list goes on and on. when graham told him that she was going to visit, damon made it his goal to look presentable, and to make sure he was 100% sober.

after the longest couple of hours of her life, juno was finally pulling up to damon's flat. she was practically wetting herself. she was so nervous to see him, mostly because she knew she'd be all over him the moment she stepped through the door.

juno reluctantly knocked on the door, and literally less than a second later, the door was swung open, revealing a grinning damon. he looked much scruffier since the last time she saw him. stubble adorning his face, more prominent under eye bags, and more unkept hair.

juno only got to look at him for about a second, before damon grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, into his chest. juno wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head into the crook of his neck.

"i've missed you so fucking much juno". damon stroked her hair, kissing her head.

"god damon.. i cant keep myself away from you".

authors note
part two of this chapter tomorrow.. it's gonna be good