x Fade Away x || Gramon

☆ Pt. 2 ☆

Graham's POV.

The next morning I awoke, I feel my head pounding. I let out a quiet groan and sit up, vaguelly remembering the fact I'd invited Damon to stay the night on my sofa. I get up from the comfort of my bed, grabbing whatever clean clothes i can find and putting them on. I soon walk into the livingroom and see the familiar blonde singer on the sofa, completely out of it. I can't help but smile at the sight... he's a pretty man, I can't help it.

Damon's POV.

I wake up with a tired yawn, taking in my surroundings of the somewhat messy livingroom as I sit upright. My eyes caught sight of the guitarist who had let me stay the night, leaned against a counter in his kitchen as he drank his tea. I admire him in his tired, clearly hungover state, looking over his brown hair and slightly crooked glasses. It wasn't long until he noticed that I'm awake, giving me a small smile despite the fact he clearly was feeling the affects of the alcohol he had drunk the previous night.

"Morning." I say with a groggy smile of my own, patting the sofa next to me for him to sit instead of leaning against a hard counter.

"Goodmorning." He replied quietly, noticing my gesture and moving to sit down on the soft sofa, still sipping awak at his tea. He sat quite close to me actually, but it isn't exactly an uncomfortable closeness.

I eventually ended up leaving and going home to get properly ready for the day as there was an event that evening.

Graham's POV.

I had been reminded by Damon about the big event tonight. I'm not exactly excited for it, i'd much rather stay at home and lay in bed rather than go out to a party that i'm just going to blackout at. Either way I got ready, I can't exactly dissapoint everyone by not turning up now, there was no excuse to do so. I pick out my usual pair of glasses and a nice outfit that had been tucked away at the back of my wardrobe for months.

As the late evening rolled up, so did I, entering the party in the outfit I picked out earlier and immideatly looking around for my bandmates, I soon catch eye of Dave's ginger hair and walk up to him, noticing Alex there with him.

"Hey." I speak with a small, slightly forced smile "Where's Damon?" I ask over the loud music, it was shit music, I don't understand how anyone could listen to this.

"Oh, I don't actually know." Alex replies to my inquirey as if he'd only just remembered Damon existed that second. I could tell they both weren't on their first round of drinks.

"Hm, alright. I'm gonna go look for him and order something to drink." I excuse myself as I walk off to go find Damon, it took me a good while until i found the singer stood having a fag outside.

"Hey, Dames." I chirp, walking up to him. For some reason something felt a bit... off? He didn't greet me with his usual warm smile or happy hello, instead he's giving me a cold look and an unpleasant silence.

"Are you alright..?" I ask in concern, Damon being one of the only people i properly care about, I'm worried.

"I'm fine." He shrugged with a grumbled answer, clearly not. He's either pissed at me or someone else, no doubt about it.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm FINE. Jesus Christ, piss off will you!? I'm DONE with you." Damon snapped. Suddenly i can feel my heart being ripped out. What? He doesn't mean that he's just in a pissy mood. Right?

"Damon-" I couldn't even get another word out before he yelled at me. "FUCK OFF, GRAHAM! YOU'RE A SHIT MATE, YOU KNOW THAT!?" The blonde man asks me rhetorically before continuing. "I don't even know why i became friends with you in the first place. All you do is take from others."

Do i? I didn't realise I did... I want to tell him i'm sorry but my body wont let out a single sound. I stand there in silence as Damon put out his cigarette and begun to walk back inside. "Just leave." He huffed to me before dissapearing back into the loud building. That was breaking point. For some reason all I could do was cry for a while before my mind finally let me move, I quickly call for a Taxi and drive home.

What the fuck happened?