2:30am on the clock.
I am sitting in front of the television, eyes on my phone as I'm going through social medias.
I've had a really bad sleep schedule for a month now, this is what the holiday do to me..
It's like I'm never tired.
A sudden phone call surprises me, because it's from Damiano, an old friend, that I'm secretly in love with. But he already has a beautiful girlfriend, they have been together for 3 years now.
« Hello? »
« ... »
« Dam- »
He ended the call.
What does he want?
Maybe it was an accident?
My heart is still beating fast from the adrenaline I just had.
*You got a new message.*
Damiano: hello arz u up?? im here in fiv
Y/n: Yes? Are you ok?
Damiano: fyck yea
I get really confused by his random texts and starts panicking. I try to clean my apartment as much as I can because I don't know what he wants.
After a few minutes, I hear a knock on the door and take a couple deep breaths. I rush to the door and find damiano completely drunk. He smiles at me and give me a quick hug before entering. At that moment, I kinda feel disgusted because this isn't the first time he's done that. I can smell a strong scent of deodorant, cigarettes and alcohol of course...
I just stay there, watching him lay on my couch.
« Soo.. What are you doing here? »
It looks like he's starting to fall asleep so I repeat my question, a lil bit louder. cuz I'm very shy.
He rubs his eyes, and runs his hands through his hair. And looks at me.
« mmh..can I please stay for the night? I think I'm a lil bit drunk » he says showing me with his fingers how much drunk he is.
I giggle a bit, and go to my room to go get a blanket for him, because he's not sleeping with me of course..
I come back with a big and fluffy blanket in my arms. He stares at me and smirks like a little kid.
I put the blanket on top of him and make sure he's confortable.
« Do you need anything? water? food? »
« A kiss.. on the lips » He says puffing his gorgeous lips.
« No stop Dami »
He looks at me with a genuine sad face, which broke my heart. But I wont take advantage of him while he's drunk, I'm not that type of person.
Instead I put my hand on his head and brush his hair with my fingers. He takes a last look at me before closing his eyes and taking my other hand in his. I look at his hand and smile.
Maybe he likes me?
«..love you Giorgia »
Made me realize that he was way too drunk. The smile on my face faded into the realization that I will never be more than just a friend to him.
« love you »
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I hope you guys liked this first story, a little bit short, I KNOW IM SORRY!
Also I'm very sorry for my writing but English is not my first language.
I don't know if I should write some smuts.. i know u b1tches are hØrny af so I'll try🤪
