𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧 ✯

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Chapter 3
Sunday, 19th June 1994

My eyes flutter open and I feel as if I'm about to throw up. I stumble and half fall off of my bed and into the bathroom where I let out whatever's in my stomach into the sink.

"Jesus." Is all I can say as I wipe my mouth and wash my hands.

And I try to remember what happened last night. "Oh shit." I immediately look down at my clothes to see the nike jumper and baggy jeans. "Oh god." I'd drunkenly spoken to Damon Albarn and borrowed his clothes. I put my head in my hands. What was I thinking? I'd heard what Noel and Liam had told me about him and basically jsut said fuck that and been nice to him.

I try to think what else had happened and then realise that his number was drawn on my arm. Fuck please don't tell me I flirted with him. I'm groaning into my hands when Liam stumbles into the bathroom.

"What are you whining about?" He says looking just as hungover as me.

"Uhhh my heads really sore."

"I'll get you some painkillers" He kindly offers

"That'd be amazing, thank you." I mumble to him as he goes off to get them from the cupboard in the kitchen.

I quickly roll up my sleeve and run back to the bedroom, find a pen and copy the number from my arm onto a small notepad. I can't have Liam seeing this he'd flip out.
Then I'm back in the bathroom, running a cloth under the tap then harshly scrubbing my arm.

Liam then comes back in, me mid scrubbing my arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" He says rubbing his eye with his hand

"Uhm, some drunk drew a dick on my arm last night, can't remember who." Wow what a great excuse.

Liam finds this hysterical "Can I see?"

I panic, praying to god that the number has disappeared from my arm. "Think I've rubbed it all off." I shutting my eyes and showing him my arm

"Ugh shame, that would've been funny." Liam hands me two pain fillers and I thank him as I shove them down my dry throat, relieved he didn't see any trace of the number.

"You remember much from last night?" I ask Liam

"Not much, I remember performing, seeing blur perform shite then getting pissed."

"Same here." I say back, I wonder if he even remembers me going off with Damon to the bathroom.

"I'm going back to bed, my head feels like it's gonna explode." Liam moans

"I really need to shower, then I'm gonna pick up some stuff from the shop, the fridge is practically empty."

"Okay, love." Liam says then gives me a quick peck on the lips and wanders off into the bedroom. Since we're back together he's been staying at mine all the time. I even have a drawer with loads of his clothes in it so he practically lives here with me.

I quickly shower then get changed into jeans and a random shirt and my black leather jacket.

I practically sprint into the living room, where liams asleep, grab the telephone, go to my room, slam the door as quietly as possible then plug in the phone to a socket in my bedroom.

I grab the notepad with Damon's number on it and dial the number.

It rings for what feels like ages until he finally picks up.

"Hello you've got Damon Albarn." says the familiar voice

"Damon." I whisper quickly, huddled up in the corner of my room, the phone in my lap.