Fix Me

Chapter 43 - The END.

Everyone fell into conversation as we ate and Damien took a seat next to me on the cushioned floor.

I smiled as I clicked on Alice Cooper's Poison.

"You like this song?" He asked grinning at me.

"I love it." I nodded.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"What?" I asked biting my lip nervously feeling like he was judging my taste in music. He chuckled.

"Nothing. You have sauce right here." He stuck his figure on my forehead succeeding in placing sticky mustard on my forehead.

He laughed as I shoved him and we fought playfully for a few minutes before we joined everyone's conversation and tried to eat without placing food on each other's faces or playfully fighting, it wasn't really working.

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I let out a breath as I stared at myself in the mirror. My black hair was curly curtsey of Kristy's magic, my face was done up with natural-looking makeup that Kristy helped me with and had touches of gold on my eyes, and I wore a black long-sleeved dress that stopped above my knees. My legs were bruise-free, and I was shocked. I never wore short things because of all the bruises but now I could... and I looked good...

"Hannah? You alright?" Kristy called from outside of my room.

"G-good." Honestly speaking, I was terrified about whether Damien would think I looked nice. Kristy, Jack and I spent hours looking for this dress and I didn't know why, but right now, I was really hoping Damien liked it because I loved it...

I felt my breath catch in my throat hearing the doorbell ring. Despite how much time I had spent with Damien, I saw him literally every day, I still occasionally got incredibly bashful and nervous around him.

"Don't die," Kristy called through my door. I heard Jack and Keith laugh and I groaned. It surprised me how well they knew me.

I held my breath biting my lip. What if he hated it? What if he thought I looked weird? What if –

Stop, Hannah.

I shook my head trying not to shake the negative thoughts before I became completely overwhelmed by them and instead gave a laugh. Damien constantly called me cute no matter what I was wearing anyway.

I decided staying there staring at myself would only make my thoughts worse so I left my room, my fingers twisting the bracelet around my wrist nervously. I walked into the living room and smiled seeing Damien laugh as Jack told everyone something. He was wearing a fitted black suit with a golden tie. I knew that before the night ended he wasn't going to be looking half as pulled-together as he did. Damien didn't usually dress like this. The one date we 'dressed-up' for previously, he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and discarded his tie before we even arrived at the restaurant.