How I hate him - ft. Luke Hemmings and 5sos

Damian

The text from Damian the next morning awoke me. He asked me if I wanted to hang out today, at which I immediately agreed. After discussing it with my parents we agreed to meet at noon at his house. He had texted me his adress and the tram schedule earlier, and even though I was intoxicated the last time I was there, I found it with ease.
Before I walked to the house I quickly checked my hair and makeup in the tram window. Today I put my hair in a braid and wrapped a bandana around it. My makeup was a little bolder with red lipstick and winged eyeliner and even though it was a look I frequently wore at home, I now thought it was maybe too much. However, I was not going to let my insecurity show. Besides, I was way too happy to spend some time with my new friend to worry about it.

I didn't even have to ring the doorbell. Damian apparently spotted me from his window and opened the door with a big smile on his face. 
"You look very nice, can I say that?" he gave me a quick hug. 
"Thank you," I instinctively touched my hair, "You don't look to bad either."
He wore a grey sweater and loose fitting jeans, which fitted him perfectly. He let me in and walked me to the living room. Frank was sitting on the couch and when he saw me, he grinned and stood up to give me a hug. 
"Well, we have to go already," Damian said and that made Frank grin at his best friend in a playful way. 

"Have fun on the date, which I was told not to describe as a date." he winked and Damian gave him a playful smack on the arm while saying a Dutch word that I interpreted as a swear word. 
The two of us walked outside along the canals. 
"So, what are we doing today on this date that isn't a date?" I teased him and Damian rolled his eyes at me.
"Good one. Well, my idea was that we first eat some food at my favorite place, and I bought us tickets for the Anne Frank museum. We have to be there at two so that gives us enough time to have lunch."
That sounded very good to me. Discovering the history of a city had always been one of my favorite things to do while on holiday, and I was happy that Damian thought the same way. When discussing the topic with Luke, he had brushed it off and said that he just wanted to go out and relax all day. 
After us walking in silence for a bit, Damian broke it by asking if my parents were really okay with this. 
"They seemed to be. I think they're happy I get to explore the city with someone else than them. And I'm lucky to do it with someone that I enjoy hanging out with."
"Me too." Damian said and wrapped his arm around me. Whereas I usually was a little jumpy when someone touched me, this felt good. Deciding not to think about it too much I leaned into him. Damian guided me through the busy streets of Amsterdam and after a short walk, we arrived at a place with the best sandwiches in the whole city (according to Damian). While we waited for our food, Damian told me things I needed to know about Amsterdam and himself. 
I found out that he was exactly two months older than Frank and that he had a sister that was half a year younger than me. That kind of explained him being overprotective at times, so he explained. He was turning twenty-one in three months and he studied Communication. He was also born and raised in Amsterdam, which he said gave him an accent when speaking in Dutch. Not that I could know, of course. However, everyone here sounded very friendly when speaking to each other, like they had known each other for quite a while. It felt homely, and I wished it could be like that back home too.

When we had finished our food (Damian was right, that was one of the best sandwiches I'd ever had), we walked over to the Anne Frank house.
We were lucky to have our tickets already; the line was very long. While we waited to go inside, Damian held my hand. Usually I wouldn't have liked that, but with Damian it just felt good. My outfit wasn't really fit for this weather and I shivered. Damian noticed that and wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I couldn't help but think that Luke would never do something like that. On the other hand, he had done something similar that night in his backyard. 
I immediately gave myself a mental pinch on the arm, thinking 'What are you doing? You're here with one of the nicest guys you've ever met. You shouldn't be thinking about Luke!'

When we finally got inside I looked around, being amazed by the history such a small place could contain. Of course I had read about Anne Frank and the cruel history that was World War II, but this place hit different. When I read the names of the people that had died in the war because of their believes, it got too much for me and I found myself tearing up for a moment. Damian held my hands and looked me in the eye. "Sorry." I sniffed, being embarrassed for crying in front of him. Crying in front of people, I hated that.
"Don't say that," he comforted me, "Even I cried when I came here for the first time. It really is awful, so nobody expects you to smile." 
That made me feel better and a little less vunerable. 
After an hour and a half or so, we walked outside. I was happy to be outside again and breathe the fresh air.
We got a warm stroopwafel and shared it. Then we walked over to one of the many bridges that overlooked the canal.
I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit and zoned out, until Damian took my arm. I turned around to face him and stared into his eyes. He really had beautiful eyes; they just radiated warmth.

"Jessy," he asked, "Would it be okay if I did this?"
"Did what?" I wondered out loud.
"This," he said and placed his lips on mine. I found myself giving in and we just stood there on the bridge, kissing for a while. This really was a romantic city...

Damian pulled away, blushing a little. That was extremely cute and I kissed him again. PDA wasn't my thing, but kissing him definitely was. Besides, nobody seemed to bat an eye here. 
But then I heard a cough behind me, and I turned around. I recognised that cough and I did not like that at all.

It was Luke.

*Picture = Lucas Till who plays Damian*