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POV — damon
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"PUT THIS on," liam handed me one of his black ties from the backseat of what appeared to be his car, as i stood outside by the old wooden pillar, barely managing to stand itself upright. my eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it, wondering what he was up to.
"right," i mumbled, tying the fabric around my eyes, puzzled about what he was up to. "is this your very sensual way of kidnapping me or-"
"HA," he laughed out loud, before i heard the driver door open, hearing him go in. "not today, pet. i'm taking you somewhere romantic so you can fall hopelessly in love with me and we both run off into the sunset together."
"i mean, at least you're honest." i chuckled, as the engine roared awake, the car starting to back out of its spot. even though he had probably meant it as a joke, there was something about what he said that made me somewhat have hope that he was being serious.
we drove away from the camp as music blared from the speaker, the stone roses to be precise. i immediately recognised ian brown's distinctive voice. "you're a stones fan, i see?" i asked him, the car filling with music. he hummed in response.
"yes, love a bit of the stones, me." i could hear his smile through the sound of his voice. i felt myself quickly become more and more infatuated with him. was this what love at first sight felt like? because if that was the case, it was the best feeling in the world, like feeling as if you were on ecstasy, without actually inhaling or swallowing the drug. i nodded my head as he continued talking. "they're not as good as the beatles though."
"of course."
i heard him shuffle slightly in his seat to look in my direction. "you're a beatles fan?" he asked me, the car jerking as we went around a bend in the road. i nodded and hummed in response, feeling him move the chair backwards when he adjusted his position. "alright, miss," he turned off the song that was playing and opened up the glove box in front of me, as i heard a pile of cds hit off each other. "favourite beatles album?" he questioned me, rummaging through the selection that he owned.
