A New Home (Damien Haas x Reader)

Broken Hearts and Broken Phones

"Y/n. Wake up."

"Mnn."

"Y/n."

"No."

I heard a sigh, then suddenly two hands clasp onto my side. I jolted up into a fit of laughter, trying to fight off Damien who was tickling me to my death. "Okay! Okay I'm away!" I laughed, causing him to stop and place a gentle kiss onto the side of my head.

"Good morning, beautiful." Damien said, his arms snaking around my waist. I only smiled in return. I missed this. I missed waking up to his goofy antics. I missed just seeing him in general. I missed being able to love him.

"Good morning." I said in return, getting off of the bed and going to the kitchen. I looked around, grabbing a granola bar from my near empty cup boards, and eating it. Damien walked in behind me, looking around with a frown. "Why is there no food here?"

"It's amazing how much a broken heart takes away from your appetite." I said with a frown, finishing the bar and tossing it into the trash. "I was gonna refill everything yesterday, but I ran into the wicked witch of california." Damien smiled a bit, then wrapped his arms around me from behind. We just stood in my kitchen for a solid minute, him just holding me.

"I've missed you." Damien said against my ear, his grip tightening. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay now, Damien." I turned in his arms, placing a few kisses along his jawline. "I know. But, I don't know how I'm going to be okay with the fact that I knew I hurt you."

"Damien." I grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look me in the eyes. His gaze softened, tears threatening to spill out of his beautiful face. "I'm not upset with you."

"That night.." Raising a brow, I stared at him confused.

"Shayne brought you home. What happened..?" His eyes looked away. Like he didn't even want to know the answer.

"He brought me home then left. But came back over the next day. He bought me a new outfit, some food, and even some bath stuff. He told me that the next time I'm with someone, not to expect any less than how he was treating me." I frowned slightly. "He also stayed the night, but in the other room."

"Oh." Damiens arms began to fall, but I caught them.

"Damien C. Haas if you even think about being upset about that I will slap you silly. After what was supposedly going on, I deserved some sort of special treatment. Are you upset someone was there for me and made sure I ate? Or would you have rathered I just starved myself and wallowed in self pity?"

"W-Wait now!" Damien became panicked, shaking his head. "That's not what I meant! I'm just upset that it had to happen in general. I never wanted it to come to that. To my best friend having to take care of you because I was a dumb ass. Because I couldn't." He lowered his head, laying it against my shoulder. "I'm glad he did." This brought a smile to my face, and I nodded. "Thank you, Damien."

"We should probably get ready for work." Damien said with a smile, his arms once again around my waist.

"We probably should. I need a shower."

"Can I join?" Damien chuckled, as I slapped his chest gently and walked off.

"Not yet."

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"Damien, I told you you can't bring her to the office." Ian had pulled Damien aside, who was being scolded because Vanessa decided to surprise him at work. He wasn't happy. No one was.

"I'm sorry. I told her not to."

"Is this going to become an issue?"

"No, Ian." Damien sighed. I shook my head, deciding to go to the restroom to clear my mind for a minute. Just seeing her face made about grow in my stomach.

A nasty, fake, pit.

"Oh, my." I looked up, seeing I had made a horrible decision. "Vanessa."

"I see you and my man have been getting kind of cozy."

"I see you've yet to realize he's not yours." I crossed my arms, and this caused her to snarl.

"Listen here, bitch. I'm bigger than you, and I can tear your reputation apart. You will no longer be able to be near him once im through with you. First I'll take your job, then I'll take your friends. I'll ruin you."

"Try me." I glared at her, and this caused her to lunge at me. She grabbed at my hair, shouting curses as I tried prying her arms off of me.

"He doesn't even like you! He was just using you!" She growled, kicking my shin and causing me to yell.

"You're wrong! If it weren't for you getting in the way we would be perfectly happy!" I yelled back, connecting my fist to her cheek, and smearing her make up. She gasped, bouncing o top of me and began throwing punches.

"I always get what I want, and I want you gone!" She snarled, and went to punch but I flipped the two of us. We heard a clatter noise, and we both looked over to see her phone on the ground, her screen now shattered.

"My phone!" She gasped, going to reach for it but I grabbed it first, standing up and holding it over the toilet. "Stop, or I WILL drop it in."

"No! No please!" She pleaded, but I only glared.

"Give me the password so I can delete the photos."

"What? No!"

"Okay." I let the phone slightly slip, and she screamed. "Okay okay! It's 628192!"

I quickly typed it in, and began going through the photos. Finding the album, I quickly deleted it, as well as make sure it didn't go to a trash can to be recovered, then tossed her her phone. "You don't get to decide who Damien can be with. If he loves me, then we can be together."

"Just you wait you bitch, I'll be back. And next time I won't give you an option." She stormed out of the bathroom, and I leaned against the wall, holding my throbbing eye.

"Y/n!" Looking up, I saw Damien rush in, and he quickly moved my hands to look at my face. "Oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry." His thumb gently rubbed under my eye, and my face pressed into his hand. "I deleted the photos."

"What?" He furrowed his brows, but I only pulled him into a hug, my voice shaky as I began to speak.

"Please tell me you don't have anymore psychotic exes I need to know about."

He let out a soft chuckle, bringing me into a hug, and burying his head into my shoulder. "Thankfully, no. I'm gonna file a restraining order on her. I won't let her get to you ever again. I never want you out of my arms ever again."

"Thank you." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I forced them to stop. I've cried so much these last few months. I didn't want to anymore. Even if it were happy tears.

"I love you, Y/n."

I took a breath, squeezing him.

"I love you too, Damien."