Damon Albarn Oneshots

I Don't Care What the Others Think

Back again with an angsty and fluffy oneshot, I'm doing double. For the record, you the reader will be plus sized for the story. But I do hope you enjoy.

Your POV

1986

Damon Albarn, most popular guy in school, fit as fuck, an amazing singer and general ladies man.

He's all that and he was going out with me? He must either like big women, feel sorry for me or maybe, just maybe likes me for me?

I walked in with Damon holding my hand, part of me loved it, but another part could feel the eyes on me and him, in utter shock and disbelief.

I heard someone whisper, "He just be mad going out with that."

I felt sick, I could feel myself feeling lightheaded. I hated school so much, it was the one place I was judged the most. I mean, I'm judged everywhere, but school was the worst.

I could see people laughing and secretly pointing at me and Damon. Damon didn't seem to notice, I was surprised he didn't. He was the most popular guy in school and everyone loves him.

Eventually, the burning eyes got to me and I eventually let go of his hand. Damon looked at me confused and asked, "Hey, you okay Y/N?"

I nervously nodded and quickly said, "Yeah, I just need to head to my class, you know?"

Damon looked at me slightly disappointed, but just nodded and eventually said, "Well, okay then. I'll see you later then, love."

I couldn't help but smile when he called love. He quickly kissed me in the cheek and then walked off to his lesson. I smiled for a brief second until I noticed a group of chavy boys laughing quietly to themselves.

I started to feel sick again, I quickly turned around and tried to walk down to my class as quickly as possible. I felt my heart burning, my lungs ready to explode, my head spiralling out of control.

I eventually found an isolated corridor and leaned my hands against the wall while breathing deeply, I wasn't going to go back to what I was months ago.

I was past that, I'm not insecure anymore, I was fine.

Wasn't I?

Everyday just got worse, it went from quiet remarks to saying it out loud for me to hear. They never did it when Damon was around me, they wouldn't dare. He would beat them with an inch, but when I was alone, they could scream it from the rooftops.

I could tell Damon was getting judged as well, they all thought he was insane, and they were kind of right.

What the hell was he doing with me?

I started to avoid him, I deliberately started coming late into school just so I didn't have to face him. Anytime I saw him in the hallway, I immediately walked the other direction so he didn't see me.

He shouldn't be seen with someone like me, he wasn't supposed to be with someone like me.

But after a week of avoiding him, he eventually caught up to me.

I saw him the hallway and went to go the other direction, but he saw me and quickly ran up to me and asked, "Hey, Y/N!"

I mumbled, "Shit," and turned around to face him.

I said in a happy tone, "Hey... how are you?"

Damon smiled and asked, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you all week."

I lied, "Oh.. just about, you know."

I bit my lip and quickly said, "I need to go."

Damon pulled a face and as I turned around to leave, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him while he asked, "Whoa, whoa. Where are you going?"

I said, "Can we not do this here?"

Damon asked, "Do what?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled him into the disabled toilets. I closed the door and turned to Damon.

Damon asked, "Why the hell have you been avoiding me all week?"

I quickly exclaimed, "I haven't!"

Damon groaned and explained, "Y/N, I know you've been avoiding me, I can tell. What's wrong? Is it something I've done?"

I sighed as I sat on the toilet and mumbled, "No.."

Damon furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Well? What's wrong then?"

I leaned back and simply said, "What are you doing with me?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"You're an eleven and I'm a four."

Damon pulled another confused face and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I explained, "You should've going out with all the popular girls, not someone like me! You're supposed to go with someone with bleach blonde hair and a thin waist and a flat stomach."

Damon looked at me in shock, I carried on saying, "People look at us and they say 'Oh, he must be fucking mad going out with that'!"

Damon asked quietly, "That what?"

I didn't know how to answer, I sat there in silence. He then exclaimed, "That what?!"

I jumped slightly, Damon declared, "I don't care what the others think! I don't give a fuck, I like you, whenever you like it or not! Okay, no one, not even you can say I can't like you!"

I asked loudly, "Why do you like me then?!"

"Because I just do, okay?! I loved how you know your music, I love that you can always make laugh, I love that I can talk to you about anything and I love you because you're beautiful, okay?! So, stop being a dickhead!"

I got up and exclaimed, "Don't call me the dickhead, you're the dickhead!"

Damon rolled his eyes and then suddenly slammed his lips on mine. It rested there for a few seconds until he slowly pulled away, he placed his arms around my waist and gave me the classic Damon smirk.

I mumbled, "You don't have to kiss me."

Damon whispered, "I wanted to."

I smiled and mumbled, "You're a dickhead."

Damon mumbled back, "You're the dickhead."

I laughed and placed my hands around his neck. Damon commented, "Don't think you're not worthy for me, because you are and anyone that says otherwise will have a word with my fucking fists."

I smirked and kissed him.

That's it for this oneshot, I hope you enjoyed. Sorry it's a little bit short, I was gonna make it smutty but I decided it's more meaningful without it. This is heavily based on a scene in one of my fave shows My Mad Fat Diary, I would highly recommend it, it's so funny and amazing. Anyways, I hoped you've enjoyed.