Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎 - 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜

I had returned to Damien & Co. in a daze. My body felt weak as my mind was in another place. What was the most logical explanation for all that. Photoshop? A creepy obsession? Staged photos? I grasped my forehead and released a sigh, marching through the lobby a couple feet before the new intern had stopped me.

"Miss (Y/N), you missed your meeting with Mr. Fischbach and Mr. Brody. Would you like me to reschedule?"

I waved him off, not wanting to start working so soon. He then asked my again, but I was already stepping onto the elevator and disappearing from his view. I leaned against the wall, still clutching my head. The migraine had become unbearable. I was exhausted and weak. I wanted to fall asleep forever. I felt like I could fall asleep forever. I shook my head carefully and stood straight once again. I smoothed out my black skirt and navy, silk blouse. I then stepped off the elevator, Damien and Chase already awaiting for me.

Damien had his arms crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face. His brown eyes were hard and his mouth flat. I could tell he was trying really hard to be mad at me. Chase, on the other hand, wore a concerned and fragile look. His blue eyes were wide and his pink lips slightly turned downward. His hands were at his side, and he restricted himself from reaching out.

"Where were you?" Chase asked before Damien could, in a caring voice. Damien shuffled on his feet, then moving to silence Chase's concerns.

"We've had this meeting planned for months." Damien began, "And you just disappear twenty minutes prior?"

"I know and I'm extremely sorry." I sighed, looking between the two boys, "I just got caught up in doing other things."

"We are falling behind-"

Chase then cut him off, "What Damien is trying to say is that we were worried about you. It seemed like there was a struggle in your office. We almost called the police."

I didn't say anything as I stared between then two of them, the photo of us in our cap and gown flashing back through my mind. I felt sick. I just gave a weak smile and continued to push past them, into my office. I closed the door behind me tightly and collapsed into my office chair. I was hoping Damien and Chase knew what a "Closed Door Policy" was. I tried to distract myself from the thoughts that were zooming in my head. I know a simple conversation with Damien would clear it up, or maybe just not even trusting what Abe said since he was so mysterious. It just didn't make any since to me! How did I met Celine and not have any memory of it! I rested my head against my desk and tightly closed my eyes. Maybe I just needed some rest.

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The door slammed shut, causing me to yank my head up in panic. Damien stood at the front of my desk, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked more concerned that anger. His head slightly dropped to the side and his eyes soft. I looked up at him, embarrassed as I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. "I only fell asleep for a moment." I mumbled.

"It's an hour past closing, love." He chuckled as he straightened out my hair, allowing me to stand. I smoothed out my clothing and grabbed my cardigan that was hanging on the back of my chair. I wrapped myself in it and stood before Damien, silent. He gently caressed my cheek as I leaned into it.

"Is everything okay, my love?" He asked softly. I only nodded as I removed myself from his hand and headed for the door.

"Please talk to me." He cried, "What is going on? You've been so silent and distant lately?"

"I've just got a lot on my mind." I shrugged as I twisted the doorknob, pulling it open. Damien then gently shut it and stood in between us. He grasped at my waist and leaned down to kiss my lips. I tightly shut my eyes to push away the tears as I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

"I'm just having a hard time, that's all." I smiled as I pulled away, "I just don't want to talk about it right now." He looked concerned as he pulled himself away, still searching for the answers in my eyes. I bit at my lip to silence myself, maybe I shouldn't try and worry him so much. I wiped the look from my face and replaced it with a smile.

Everything's Alright.