i ran after the three of them, regretting my choice to come here. i knew something bad was going to end up happening.

when i ran out of the door damon and liam were throwing punches back and forth. but liam was by far more damaged, he was all talk, and damon knew how to fight. graham was yelling at them trying to get them to stop but he couldn't intervene. "JESUS DAMON STOP" i yelled at him, my face covered in a look of shock. as he looked over and made long eye contact with me he got decked right in the face. i ran to his collapsed body and looked up at liam. he was standing there with a smug grin on his face, damon rolling over with his hands on his face. "liam go home" graham said quietly, trying his best to be confident. liam spat at his shoes and walked off back into the bar.

"damon, come on we have to go back to the flat and get you cleaned up" i said to him in a frustrated voice. graham and i grabbed his hand and pulled him up. his face was bloody and he was covered in gravel. none of us said anything the whole walk home.

we got to the flat and i opened the door for damon to walk in. graham stood at the door for a second. "im sorry, i shouldn't of recommended that. its my fault" i apologized to him. he shook his head and looked at his brown leather boots "its not your fault, damon gets stupid when he's trying to impress someone" who was he trying to impress? me ? thats funny. "oh... okay, thanks for walking us back graham" i gave him a quick hug and walked into the flat, locking the door behind me.

damon was nowhere to be seen, i checked both of the rooms and the bathroom but he was nowhere. i noticed the balcony door was open, then i saw him sitting out there with his head in his hands. i walked out into the balcony and kneeled down next to him, pulling his hands off his face.

"hey... that was really stupid you know" i laughed asni whispered to him. he nodded and smiled "did i look good atleast?" he looked over at me smiling. "sure you did, atleast before you got fucked up" i pushed the hair out of his bloodied face "lets go get you cleaned up okay?" i grabbed him by the hand and took him to the bathroom. he sat on the floor watching me while i grabbed the materials i needed from the cabinet. i wet a towel and sat down in front of him, wiping the blood off of his face. "this is gonna hurt a little" i said as i grabbed the alcohol wipe and cleaned the cuts from his busted eyebrow. he winced as it touched his skin, and he squeezed my hand as i kept cleaning it.

"you're all cleaned up now" i smiled at him and he smiled back. we kept eye contact for a while and my heart started to race. he tilted his head to the side "you're pretty you know" i looked down at my legs and smiled "you're just drunk" he shook his head "no, no i dont think so"

"why dont you show me you mean it then..." i looked up at him, he immediately grabbed my face, and gently kissed me. my lips immediately responding to his, i got on my knees and grabbed his face, kissing him more aggressively, our tongues intertwining. i'd been denying my feelings for him for months now, but this, this confirmed them. i wanted him all over me, but i knew we should probably take things slow, i didnt want to though... his lips were so soft, and his heavy breaths made me want him more. as we slowed down i could feel him smiling on my lips.

"how long?" i asked, he raised an eyebrow "uhhh.... 8" i pushed his shoulder. "no you idiot, how long have you felt this way" his eyes widened "ohhh... a long time" he rubbed the back of his head

i kissed him again, very gently, as i dragged my fingers through his hair. he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in, "let me make you feel good.." he whispered in my ear, i nodded my head and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him towards his bedroom.