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The 90s in England, Britpop is at its peak, and Blur and Oasis are the biggest bands in the scene. The rivalry between the two bands being the most media covered topic for months at a time, and being the drummer for Oasis, you're caught up all in the middle of it.
Flashing lights, interviews, tours, recording studios and sold out venues, something you'd never thought you'd experience after being asked to join your friends band back when you were still teenagers. You almost missed the calm and peaceful life, without cameras and microphones being shoved in your face every-time you went outside, but at this point dodging the paparazzi was an everyday chore, and you'd gotten quite used to it, but the fans, cheering and tours all felt unreal, it felt amazing knowing you have a part in something that brings so many people together, so you didn't mind the bad side of fame, as the good side cancelled it out.
You fixed your outfit in the mirror, giving yourself a look before thinking over wether you should've gone with another outfit, but before you had time to make a move for your closet you heard banging on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Let's go!"
You heard a very Manchester accent call from the other side of the door, of course Liam had let himself into your apartment.
You just shook your second thoughts on your outfit out of your brain and headed for the door. "Alright! I'm ready!" You flung the door open, as you nearly hit Liam, receiving a glare from the younger Gallagher brother, which only caused you to smile innocently.
Liam rolled his eyes, "Noel is parked on the street waiting for us, he's getting impatient." He scoffed, as the two of you began heading for the door out of your apartment.
"Of course he is, he's probably hungry." You laugh as you grabbed your keys off the table next to the door, and slipped a hand around the doorknob, opening it for the both of you.
"Fuckin' potato he is." Liam insulted his brother, a tint of sarcasm dripping from the words, causing you to chuckle as you shut and locked the door behind the both of you. The two of you began walking down the hallway away from your apartment as you checked you had everything you needed for the night, tucking your keys into a safe pocket in your bag.
Looking back toward Liam, there was still a bit of a grouch on his face, surely he's not annoyed over his brother, what's with his mood? You nudged him with your arm, grabbing his attention. "What's with you?" You quipped, with a slight brow raise.
"What do you mean, what's with you?" He scrunched his brows, or say, brow, at you.
"You're obviously in a mood." You continued, as the two of you turned a corner into another hallway, toward the elevator.
Liam's shoulders dropped and huffed before speaking, "Blur's going to be there... all four of em'." You whipped your head to look up at him.
Blur, Oasis's rival band, who the band (although you tried to stay out of it), especially the brothers, had been bickering with non stop. You thought the fighting was cliche, of course the top two most highly acclaimed bands in Britain were constantly at each other's throats, but why? Both bands were equally successful, was it greed? You didn't want to think about it further. But, of course, you would have to be on edge the entire night knowing that an egotistical rival could pop up out of nowhere.
You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Well, the host definitely knows how to make a party interesting." Liam chuckled from beside you as you reached the elevator, his finger pressed the down arrow before he leaned against the wall.
"Maybe a fight will break out." Liam smiled widely, a hint of evil swirling in his eyes.
You just shook your head with a smile, "That will give Oasis a bad reputation, you know."
You watched Liam shrug as a smug look crossed his face, "Do we really have a good reputation at the moment?".
You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders, "Well, we are invited to a massive party with all the biggest bands in England," You thought a moment before continuing, "so we have some sort of reputation."
Liam nodded, "For making good as hell music, we don't have pretty privilege like Damon." The elevator door dinged as the doors slid open, the two of you walked in and hit the button for the ground floor, as you scoffed.
"Are you saying I'm not pretty?" Liam gave you a look, dragging his eyes slowly up and down.
"You're pretty, but you're practically a guy, you drum." You gasped, fake offence, used to those kind of comments.
"Well, you weren't wrong when you said Damon was pretty." You smirked, knowing that would set Liam off, either shut him up or set him off on a rant.
You heard him choke on his own spit, glaring down at you. "What."
You shrugged, "I said what I said." Liam moved as the elevator bounced slightly at the ground floor. Before he could give you a lecture you slid out of the elevator as fast as possible, Liam straggling behind you.
"Y/N!" Liam called after you, you shot him a smile over your shoulder as you slowed down, not that it would've taken him much to catch up to you. "Did you seriously compliment our rival?"
You rolled your eyes at him, "Liam, it was a joke." Liam shook his head, before pushing the door open with one hand for the two of you.
"Joke or not, you better not be thinking betraying us, Oasis." You shook your head, stepping out into the cool dusk air.
"Liam, Damon would be way to scared to even look at me, considering I'm part of your band." Liam gave you a look before you two saw Noel's car and began walking toward it.
"You think I'm scary?" He asked.
"Me? No. Everyone else? Most definitely." You dropped your conversation there, knowing if you continued on you two would begin bickering as you always do.
Liam opened the car door of the backseat for you, as you slid into the seat on the far side. Liam sat down next to you, before slamming the door shut, before interrupting Bonehead who was just about to greet you. "You will never guess what Y/N just said!" You rolled your eyes and settled back into your seat, zoning out of Liam's rambling after the car's engine rumbled to life and pulled out of park.
Now that you had a moment to think about it, Liam was not wrong and neither were you. The lead singer of Blur, your rival band, was quite attractive. That dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, perfectly curved nose, his confidence, he could definitely have any girl he wanted.
You had never met him, only seen him in magazines and on tv, and you must admit, he never failed to make you stop and stare. You always read magazines about music, and you're only now realising how much you read about Damon specifically.
You crossed your arms over yourself as you struggled to push the thoughts away. Liam would hate you if he knew you thought anything more than Damon being "attractive", which you said was a joke, but was definitely not, his weird obsession with the rivalry was getting old.
You fell back into reality as the car stopped at a light, Liam was talking about something completely different now, Noel was humming, probably trying to ignore his brother, and Bonehead was engaging in Liam's chatter.
***
The car pulled to a stop in front of a large, very fancy looking house. A large garden, that was filled with sloshed zombies, which you mused at for a moment, and obviously Old London-inspired architecture. Although the fancy look of it was quickly overshadowed by the blasting music you could hear blocks away before you arrived, some shitty pop band playing, flashing lights and large crowds of people in every direction, some obviously drunk, maybe a fight or two starting in the middle of the circles.
Who was hosting this party again? And how did they get Britains most popular bands at one party? Of course you never knew who hosted these massive parties, the band never cared to ask and in return there was no identity to the host.
You pushed the thoughts out of your mind as your opened the car door for yourself and stepped out of the vehicle, all the noise you could hear instantly becoming louder. Normally you were the life of the party, being the easiest of the Oasis members to talk to, but something drew you away from the building in front of you as you scanned your surroundings.
You watched as Liam and Bonehead immediately made a B-line toward the building, but Noel stood next to you briefly, slouching against the car, you appreciated how he stopped for a moment to check on you, after watching you hesitate.
"You excited?" He asked, glancing over at you.
You shrugged, "This is definitely the biggest party I've ever been to." Noel chuckled before nudging you with his elbow.
"And it definitely will not be the last." He foreshadowed before continuing, "This makes the parties we went to in high school look lame."
You smiled and turned to face him, "Well, those parties were hosted when the parents were out of town, with booze from the cabinet the parents tried to hide the key of."
Noel sighed at the truth behind your words, "Those were the days."
The two of you watched the party silently for a moment before he piped up, rubbing fake dust off his hands, "Listen, theres definitely a lot of fit birds in there, I've got to get in there before they're all over Liam."
You laughed at his shallowness as he began walking off, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his steps, locking the car and stuffing the key in his pocket.
"Say, you should find someone for the night, yeah?" He lifted a brow at you, "You seem to try to avoid one night stands."
You tilted your head with a smile "How would you know that, i never kiss and tell."
Noel gave you an intrigued look before you continued, "We'll see." He shot you a wink before turning his back to you, but he quickly stopped in his tracks and turned to you once more, "One rule," he started, "No twats from Blur."
You rolled your eyes, "Of course not." With that he once again began walking toward the open doors to the building.
You straightened up your outfit before following suit, the crunching of the pathway grounding you, as you walked toward the doors.
A man who stood at the door smiled at you, woozily, was he drunk? That was a stupid question, everyone in this party would be. You stepped inside the building and immediately the blasting music and loud chatter met your ears.
You felt your ears immediately begin ringing as a light nervous buzzing filled your veins. You just needed to get shit-faced drunk, and you'll be your regular extroverted self again, you were sure.
You pushed through crowds of people you didn't know, spotting some familiar faces from popular bands you either met or had read about, you wondered how many of these people were drunk, high or both. You heard your name get shouted a few times, of course people wanted to talk to you, get you riled up and dancing on a table, but you kept moving, conversation and stupid decisions were for when you had a drink in your hand.
You pushed through the crowd, because there was not a chance a simple 'excuse me' would move people for you. At times like these you felt like a bit of a pushover, the Gallagher brothers, especially Liam, make a crowds part like it's nothing, you though were definitely too 'nonchalant' as people would describe you, often wondering how you're friends with such brash people, to move a crowd with sheer fear like the brothers do, although you appreciated what they did, made it easy to walk behind them.
You finally popped through the last group of people in the large first room, still though, no alcohol in sight. You groaned, loudly than you meant to, catching a few peoples attention, which you quickly regretted as you spotted a tall, lanky figure make its way over to you. "Well isn't it Y/N L/N." The man said, teasing glint in his eyes.
You put on a mischievous demeanour before responding, "Alex James."
Alex, Blur's bassist, was always at these parties, wether or not the rest of his band mates where here with him, he seemed to have a true love for the parties, flashing lights, blaring music, having to scream to talk to people. You wondered how damaged his ears must be, but you're one to talk as you are a drummer.
"What a surprise to see you here! Didn't know a mediocre band was invited." He talked slowly, obviously very much wasted, he would not remember this interaction tomorrow.
You rolled your eyes at him, smile on your face, "It's lovely to see you too, Alex." You turned your eyes back around to try to spot anywhere to grab a drink, but there was no luck, Alex very obviously noticed this.
"What'cha looking for?" He asked, before you could respond he continued, "Maybe someone to shag for the night?" He said, almost eagerly.
"I want to grab a drink, I just have no clue where to find the booze."
Alex laughed, "You're not drunk already?"
You scoffed, "I just got here."
"You're no fun when you're sober, " He muttered, sure if you were actually drunk you may of flirted back at him, but you knew damn well Liam would've knocked him out if he laid a hand on you. "Plus, I need someone to start shit with."
You and Alex when completely black out drunk we're two peas in a pod, partners in crime, sure the two of you were in rival bands and had absolutely no contact outside of the off occasion you see each other, but your personalities mixed perfectly, maybe if your friends didn't hate each other you'd be close friends.
You always started shit together, fights would break out because of complete lies the two of you made up, you were chaos creators and you both gained a reputation for it. "Remember the last party-"
you immediately kicked Alex's shin after that, "Don't remind me."
Alex just chuckled, and threw an arm over your shoulder, "Don't worry babe, I've got you." He began walking, leading you with his arm, you were hoping in the direction of alcohol.
As you walked you caught glances, for one or two reasons, people knew that if the brothers saw this they'd go insane. And two, people knew you two were up to something. In reality, you just wanted booze, save the chaos for later.
As you continued walking it was obvious Alex was heavily sloshed, his black hair swayed with the way he walked, clumsily, maybe he only put an arm around you to steady himself, but he also smelled horrible, like sweat, cigarettes and alcohol you just hoped he knew what he was doing.
After a long winded lap of the room, you ended up in the same spot you started, you crossed your arms and sent Alex a deadly look, "You're no help right now Alex."
He blinked slowly, a teasing smile on his face, "What were we looking for again?" You groaned and turned away from him, walking away, damn did he need to lay off of the drugs. He'd distract himself with a pretty girl anyway, forget all that just happened. You heard him call behind you "Hey, say hi to Damon-" and then something muffled from the noise in the house, odd, but that was Alex for you.
You grumbled a bit at that interaction, and made your way to where the crowd was the heaviest. You bumped shoulders with Liam, chatting up some blonde girl, shooting him a wink before pushing through the crowd once again.
Finally you were spat out into a kitchen, you scrunched your nose at the smell. The floors were sticky and the room felt hot. You quickly grabbed a beer from a cooler, you found it funny for such a big party to be organised so horribly.
Popping open the cap you were met with the noise once again, blaring in your ears, it disorientated you and made your skin itch and all you wanted to was crawl into yourself. Maybe it's because the music was so shit you couldn't handle listening to it. You decided it would be a lot more easy to listen to when you can barely walk, so you grab another beer to carry and look around for an escape.
On the other side of the room was a glass door, open and leading out into a garden. You knew it would be quieter out there, although you might risk some couple publicly shagging in a bush. You scrunched your face at the idea.
You walked outside, stepping down the marble steps and onto the grass. Your eyes laid on a dimly lit gazebo, which seemed very inviting. The sight of it continued to amuse you for such a sleazy party.
Your feet quickly crossed the ground, getting farther from the noise and closer to the gazebo, but as soon as you stepped in it your expectations were immediately dropped.
It would've been a nice place to sit and drink in self pity until you were ready to go inside again, but that was quickly ruined as a very drunk blonde who lay on the floor of the gazebo smiled up at you. Not another Blur wanker.
"Are you an Angel?" He whispered, a slur to his voice, you could practically smell the booze on this breath from above him.
"No, Damon, I'm your worst nightmare." You spoke with a grimace, taking a sip of your open beer, the other still clenched in your fist.
"Did you bring that for me?" He looked at the beer in your hand.
"Er, no." You pressed your lips together and looked around. Who left him here?
You watched as he sat up, rolling over slowly, a wonky smile plastered on his face with lidded eyes that screamed sex, it almost made you shiver.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at you once again, before a short realisation covered his face, although it was replaced with a flirty expression just as quickly.
"Ah, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue as he was trying to keep it pressed to it, liking the taste of it, what was this?
"Whose that for?" He wiggled his brows.
"Me." You shamelessly spoke, might as well be honest.
"You're telling me you're out here to drink on your own? At a party?" He laughed.
You couldn't deal with this, you were far too sober to interact with this man, especially because it's the first time you've actually met.
"You know what, I'll be leaving now." You turned but he grabbed a hold on your ankle which caused a shiver to rush up your back.
"No- no." He said through a hiccup. "At least stay and let me talk to you."
"Why on earth would I do that."
Damon frowned and shrugged.
"You know the boys would kill you if they saw you talking to me."
Damon rolled his eyes, "What's with that, why do they get so violent like all the time."
You frowned at him but sat down next to him on steps anyway. Placing the beer you haven't opened down between the two of you. You watched Damon consider pinching it for himself for a moment. You glared at him.
"You wouldn't get it Damon." You mumbled taking a sip of your beer.
He didn't push but just looked up at you with those blue eyes, which met yours as you looked at him to get a better view. Sure, they were piercing, but in a way that actually pierced your heart which caused you to look away with a scowl.
"I thought you were the easy going one, why you are you all uptight." His drunken mind allowed him no shame as he questioned your mood.
You lifted a brow at him, "Because I'm not drunk, and I'm with someone I'd rather not be."
You've seen the things Damon's said about the music, about the boys, a part of you wants to hate him but a part of you can't get how charming he is out of your mind.
"Oh please." He pushed himself up with his arms, and leaned forward so he was in your line of view. "You like me, I know it."
You shot him a look, which caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, those hateful looks, you don't mean them."
You took a big sip of your beer, you'd had to be shitfaced to deal with this.
"Are you projecting Damon Albarn." You joked, moving your face close to his. Two can play at that game.
"Yeah, real bad." He whispered, tilting his head down to give you bedroom eyes, you laughed and looked away.
"Your flirting is not going to get you anywhere with me Damon." You spoke with amusement.
"Why not?" He asked with a pout.
"Because I can tell you're only talking to me for a one night stand."
Damon rolled his eyes, "How would you know."
"Because we barely know each other."
Damon just scoffed, "I want to know you, badly."
"Uh-huh, okay." You laughed, "You disgust me."
"Do I?" He spoke, before lifting a hand a placing it on your shoulder.
"Yeah a lot." You eyed the hand with a grimace on your face.
"Now that's just not true is it baby?" He tried.
"Uh, ew." You laughed at his expense. "Not a chance Albarn."
He grumbled and took a hold of your beer in his hand, before he popped the lid off. You were going to drink that but if it'll get him to stop whatever this is, it's worth it.
"Try your luck with someone else." You smiled sheepishly at him and just rolled your eyes.
"You're no fun."
"No, I just don't want you dead."
You watched as the already horrifically drunk boy took a swig of your beer. You pressed your lips together in thought. Does he really need that? Will he be able to stomach it?
You got you answer as through his second sip his eyes widened and he gagged loudly.
"Ew! Not on me!" You shouted, dropping your beer and standing up quickly.
You watched him cough and stand up, making a B-line straight for the house. Why didn't he just throw up in a bush? What a strange man.
You crossed your arms as you stared at the door he just ran through, probably looking for a bathroom to throw up in.
Your eyes peeled back over to your beer bottle, which was now empty on the grass, the booze watering the grass, if they even drink it. Can grass get drunk? Oh dear yeah you're tipsy.
You sighed as you made your way back inside to grab another drink, maybe finally make some casual conversation.
As soon as you walked in though you heard two girls chatting.
"What was with Damon?"
"I wouldn't mind it, he's probably just sloshed."
"Yeah one of his band mates will help him out."
You frowned at that, because his band mates were definitely in the same state, if not worse than, as him. You felt an urge to go look after the poor boy.
Did you really want to waste the rest of your night looking after some messy, drunk man child, and miss out on the party? Your ears tuned back into the music which made you cringe. Yeah, maybe you did.
You grabbed another beer for yourself, making sure to only grab one this time and immediately broke out into the crowd.
You saw Bonehead talking to a few blokes and immediately walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he realised it was you.
"Y/N! these are my friends," he tipped his head toward the two guys he was talking to. You politely waved at them, one of them was gaping at you, it was slightly second hand embarrassing.
You rose to your tippy toes and spoke into Bonehead's ear. "Where's the bathroom?" He pointed across the room at a staircase.
"Up those stairs first door, you'll find it."
You gave him a smile as thanks and waved you off, quickly you made your way over toward the stairs, stepping between the people sat on the stairs that excitedly greeted you.
Finally, you reached the top, quickly making it to the door and pushing it open. No going back now.
Immediately you heard gagging and in front of you with his head above the toilet bowl kneeled Damon. This was almost humorous to see, but you resisted from laughing.
"You could have a least locked the door." You spoke as you scrunched your nose.
Damon turned around with a smile on his face, "You followed me!"
You tipped your head at the boy, he seemed way too excited for gagging and throwing up. "I felt obligated to."
Damon chucked up one last bit before falling into a sitting position. "You came to take care of me?" He asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.
In your half an hour of being around this man you had learned nothing of him but he's an alcoholic. You had no clue why you followed him and now store at him sick on the floor of a bathroom. You're following your heart once again.
You watched as he rested his head on the germy toilet seat and you made another face for the hundredth time that hour.
"You're disgusting. Flush the toilet and sit down on the seat." You commanded, and he did just that.
You grabbed a few towels from the hamper, how fancy, and wet them before making your way over to the boy, and sat your beer down on the sink.
He smiled up at you as you looked over his face. A bit of vomit sat on his chin, and some dribbled onto his shirt. You just shook your head.
You began to wipe his mess off his face as he lazily looked up at you. It made you uncomfortable.
"Stop staring at me."
"Why." He slurred.
"Because I told you to."
Immediately his eyes dropped, dropped to your chest. Your firmly grabbed his chin and made him look up again which caused him to laugh loudly, you smiled at that, it was quite funny.
You reached for his tee, wiping at the small stain on the front of it with a new towel, the other dropped to the floor.
"First time we meet and you throw up everywhere and I have to clean you up, talk about first impressions."
Damon shrugged with a smile, "Not like I'll remember it in the morning." You let out a chuckle at that.
"Fair, I guess we can start over than, because I would rather forget all of this."
Just as you finished speaking the door to the bathroom flung open with a loud slam. It made you jump and look over your shoulder. Noel stood there, surprised at the scene in front of him, you could tell by his expression.
"Hi Noel." You spoke and as casually as you could continued to wipe up the mess.
"What is this, did you forget what I told you-."You cut Noel off.
"No, I er... found him on the floor in here, he spewed everywhere. I couldn't just leave him like that." You made the excuse up quickly, you hoped it sounded real enough.
"No, you-" Damon started up, before you gave him a kick to the shin which shut him up quickly.
Noel stood there for a moment in silence as you finished wiping, discarding the towel onto the floor with the others. You turned around with your arms crossed to face him, Damon sat aloof behind you, still hazy from his spew.
Noel hummed, "Alright." Before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to the hallway. "I need to piss, out both of you." He commanded which made you laugh and roll your eyes.
You grabbed Damon by the collar and pulled him out in the hallway, grabbing your beer as-well and shutting the door behind you. You heard it click locked.
Damon went to grab the bottle from your hand but you slapped it away. "Absolutely not." He pouted but you looked away and resisted his face.
"You need to sober up."
"No I don't, I need to party." Damon grumbled.
You sighed, and looked him in the eyes.
You quickly looked through your brain for a bribe or some way to convince him to sober up so you don't have a repeat of what just happened. Although if you did let him loose you'd be able to cause a riot in the party with Alex, and that did sound tempting, but you had to refuse.
"Uh, here, I'll kiss you if you sober up for a bit." You reluctantly said, wishing you could take it back immediately as soon as it left your mouth.
He brightened up and that and smiled boyishly. "Yes!"
You watched as he turned and began walking down the the dark hallway, further away from the party, you laughed at his eagerness.
You followed a distance away, allowing him to find somewhere to sit to his standards, you don't know why you're making sure this posh boy doesn't party too hard, but then again you cannot deny the way you feel when you're around him.
Damon found a room fairly quickly, away from the blaring music but close enough to be able to hear if someone shouts Police.
You stepped inside and almost gasped, it was a small ballroom, very small for a ball room, but big for a room on its self. The ceilings were high and intricate designs covered the walls, not to mention the large windows that allowed moonlight to wash over the room. The room was completely empty except for the stage on the far side of it. How much was this house to rent for a party, this is shocking.
Damon settled happily on the floor against the wall, he rested his head back against it and shut his eyes. He looked peaceful like this, you almost wished you got to meet him sober, when he wasn't like this, because you must admit deep down inside of you wanted to know this man, badly.
You walked over and sat down next to him, close but not close so you were touching. You placed your beer down next to you, away from him so he couldn't get to it.
He opened an eye to look at you, which caused you to laugh. "Why are you peaking at me."
"Because." He opened his eyes fully and faced his head toward. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he scanned your features. "I just like the look of you."
You made a face, not one of judgement or disgust, but one of amusement. "Are you calling me pretty Albarn?"
He nodded, "More than that, beautiful." He said truthfully.
You smiled and looked away, "Corny."
He grumbled, "I'm trying my hardest to flirt with you."
"Try again when you're a bit more sober Damon."
His face lit up, "You mean if I was sober you'd be into this?" He asked slyly.
You shrugged your shoulders, "Dunno, I barely know what you're like sober, but I'm assuming not much different."
Damon rolled his eyes and he splayed his legs out in front of him. "I think I deserve that kiss now."
"We've barely been here for 5 minutes." You spoke and he just shrugged and moved closer to you.
"I know you want it." He spoke lowly. Oh dear god, back to this?
You looked into his eyes suddenly they're deep, you find it funny how he can somehow change the way his eyes look so quickly.
You smiled very amused, "You think so?"
He nodded his head and leaned in towards you.
You watched as he lidded his eyes and began leaning in, reaching a hand to your waist. Quickly you slapped a packet of mints to his mouth, the cold metal on his lips causing him to gasp and open his eyes, quickly pulling away.
"What the hell-" he spoke before seeing what was in your hand. He frowned while you laughed deviously at the poor boy.
"You're not getting anywhere near me after you've been vomiting," you tossed him the pack. "Take a few and I'll think about." You shifted away from him, creating space between you two which felt cold.
"Where did these even come from." He asked, popping the cap open as you watched him shake out 2, 3, 6, 7 mints into his palm before shutting the lid and shoving it into his pocket.
You smiled and leaned back against the wall, "Pockets."
He rolled his eyes and threw the mints into his mouth. You watch as he chewed them, and he made a face at the extreme minty feeling that burnt his tongue, you just shook your head.
You listened as the band downstairs stopped playing, finally, the singer was total crap, and music began to play over stereos downstairs. You heard a song spin into action and quickly recognised it as Girls & Boys by none other than Blur. You let out a laugh as Damon made a face at the party host playing his music.
"Eugh," he made a sound of disgust, "I party to get away from the music."
You glanced at the boy with a tilted head and a questioning smile. "You don't like your own music?" You asked.
He shrugged and rested his head back against the wall, "Yeah, sometimes, you get sick of hearing your songs over and over again, and having to play them over and over again at gigs. You know, you get it, you're just as big."
You nodded solemnly, "Fames a crazy thing, we all end up on heavy drugs or turn to alcohol." You motioned to him and rolled his eyes. "It just comes with the career."
Damon nodded, "Did you ever think you'd end up famous?"
You shrugged, "Of course it was a dream, it was every kids dream at some point. I just ended up lucky. I don't think I deserve it."
"Why not?" Damon questioned.
"I didn't work as hard as everyone else, I got lucky." You hummed out.
Damon shook his head quickly and placed his hand on top of yours that rest on the floor, you let your eyes drop to it. "You're talented Y/N, I've seen some of your shows on tv. You're one of the best... hell better than Dave."
You chuckled at the compliment, him putting down his own drummer just to assure you, it felt weird, it felt personal. Did he really mean it that much?
"What about you?" You asked.
He nodded, "Yeah I always had a feeling it would happen, wanted to be an actor and would've made it doing that if I didn't do the music."
You rolled your eyes at his confidence, "You're shocking, Damon."
He raised his brows at you, "Honest as possible."
You slid your hand out from under his and you watched him wince at lack of hand in his.
You heard the song end and a new one pick up, which caused you to gasp and Damon to laugh loudly. Shakermaker tuned in which caused you to cringe slightly.
"I love this song." Damon laughed as he stood up, nearly tripping over his feet as he walked out into the middle of the room.
He air guitared the intro very over exaggerated, which made you chuckle, as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth.
"I'd like to be somebody else!" He sang scratchily in his best Liam impression which was even more exaggerated than his air guitar. "And not know where I've been!" He pointed at you, and then back at him, which referenced how he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, oh dear he was still completely drunk.
"I'd like to build myself a house, out of plasticine!" He motioned around to the room you were in as he spun.
"Ahhh, ahhh, shake along with me!" He winked as he walked over toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to dance with him.
You laughed and threw your arms over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist and spun the two of you. "Ahhhh, ahhhh! Shake along with me!" You both sang.
That continued throughout the entirety of the song, the two of you making up random actions to go along with the lyrics of the song. It left you two in a heap, Damon bent over laughing as you wiped away tears from your eyes.
"You are a brilliant dancer." Damon joked through breaths. You just pushed his arm.
The two of you calmed down as a new song tuned in, one neither of you payed any attention to. You smiled brightly at each other once you were breathing normally again.
"I think I'm sober enough now, hey?" Damon cheekily smiled as he walked closer to you, placing his hands on your waist where they were not long ago.
"Not quite." You laughed as you put your hands on his chest to push him away.
"Oh, please." He begged, which made you laugh and how badly he wanted to kiss you.
"I don't understand why you want to kiss me so bad."
"Who wouldn't?" He asked as he moved his face closer to yours, you reluctantly wrapped your arms over his shoulders.
"You talk to me like you are infatuated with me." You rolled your eyes.
Damon shrugged, "Not yet, but I like you, I like seeing you laugh on tv and I like watching your interviews, I like reading about you in magazines." He admitted, shamelessly.
You sighed at that, "You have no shame you know, anyone would be nervous to say that."
Damon shrugged, "It's that alcohol, baby."
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and surprisingly it was you who finally closed the tensioned filled space between you.
Damon quickly reciprocated though. He was minty, you thanked the mints for their work as you filed your hands into his hair.
Damon pressed his hips against you just as the door to the ball room flung open. You both pulled away from the kiss quickly, but not quick enough for who ever was at the door to not see what was going on.
As your eyes adjusted you saw none other than Liam Gallagher at the doorway, hand on the door knob and mouth agape, staring straight at the both of you, the blonde girl he'd been chatting up from earlier peaking over his shoulder.
You felt your face go white and your heart drop as you looked over to Damon, who definitely didn't look as horrified as you were.
"What was that." Liam said, deadpan, as if he was warming up to yell, which he probably was about to do.
"Got ya drummer." Damon laughed, which caused you to cough on a lump in your throat.
"I'm going to kill you Damon Albarn."