I'm All For You (Damien Haas x Reader)

Neon Lights

"What?" the tall boy with the black hair and blue eyes yelled. He was in complete shock. I looked down at the dark brown hardwood floor of the apartment, scared to look him in the eyes. I had once found this place to be like home, but now it was just a fiery corner of hell.

"I'm sorry Tony, but this has been my dream for years," I explained, choking back tears.

"You can't just leave me y/n! " he screamed, getting up and using his hands to prompt him. "You're so selfish! You know how much I love you, and you're just gonna strip that away from me?!"  That hurt me. A single tear broke through the barriers and rolled down my cheek.

"Tony I-"

"No, y/n!  You don't understand!"

"Yes, I do Tony. It's just as hard for me to go," my voice trembling with the rest of my body.

"No it's not! Otherwise you wouldn't be going! Do you not love me anymore, is that what's happening?" That single tear had opened up the flood gates, and soon they were streaming down my face. I was used to him saying these kinds of things to me. Why did it hurt so much every time he said them?

"Tony, no. Of course not."

"Well that's what it damn well feels like..." He said, his voice cracking. After that there was a silence. It was only for a few seconds, but to me it felt like years.

"You're not going," I flinched at his words as if they were going to break me.

 "W-what?" He can't just not let me go? Finding my confidence I stood up and looked him in the eyes. It was hard looking into the eyes I once loved, but now was afraid of.

"You. Aren't. Going." His voice was stable and strong, like he knew what he was going to do next.

"You can't just-"

I felt a sudden sharp pain in my eye. Tony had hit me. My confidence had dissapated into pure cowardice. The pain sent me tumbling backwards, falling-

I sat straight up in my bed, panting. My eyes cut around the room in fear, making sure Tony wasn't there. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized where I was- Shayne's apartment. 

I was safe.

I had been having nightmares like this ever since that night. I wiped away the tear and looked backward toward my clock. 

Sun; 6:45

I hadn't gotten enough sleep, but I couldn't sleep a second longer. I was too afraid. I got up and trudged my feet along the carpet floor to the living room. 

Tomorrow I'm supposed to have that interview for Smosh. Every time I think about it my stomach tosses and turns. I am so unprepared.

My resume barely has anything on it, other than my college degree and working at Starbucks for 2 months. I don't have anything nice to wear and my anxiety is through the roof. I'm doomed to fail. Then I remembered...

"Everything will end up the way it wants to."

Almost on cue, my stomach relaxed and I took a deep breath out. I figured that Smosh had plenty of people without even college experience like Shayne so my resume wouldn't be a problem. About the outfit, I bet that Shayne could drive me to the mall today and I could get something for the interview. And as for the anxiety, I went to go make a cup of tea. One that my mum always made me when I was studying late at night to help calm my nerves. I couldn't do anything to ease the pain from that dream though...