This is gonna be angsty, there is mentions of previous domestic violence and there is a flashback of abuse in this, just fully warning you. But I hope you enjoy.

Your POV

I was talking to Liam on the phone as I walked into the living room, while Damon was sat watching TV.

I laughed at some stupid joke Liam told, but as I looked over at Damon, I caught him looking at me with a dirty look.

I rolled my eyes, typical. I quickly said to Liam, "We'll definitely need to hang out again, catch up on things. I'll call you soon, okay, bye."

I hung up the phone and sighed loudly. Damon was being an utter child, and he's older then Liam. He and Oasis aren't exactly... friends, the problem was that Liam was childhood friend and I wasn't going to let some stupid band rivalry get in the way of that.

Even if he's against my boyfriend.

Every time I speak about Liam or if I hang out with him or if I talk to Liam, he gets in a mood with me and gets instantly jealous.

I was getting really sick of it, he just needed to learn to put up with it. I walked over to him and stood in front of the telly.

I said in a monotone voice, "Right, Damon. We need to talk."

Damon pretended I wasn't either there, I rolled my eyes. He is literally a massive spoilt child.

I sighed loudly and eventually asked again, "Damon, can we please just talk?"

He ignore me again, as he continued to watch the TV. I officially was done with being nice.

I turned around and shut off the TV. Damon exclaimed, "I was watching that!"

I muttered, "Oh my fucking god."

I then exclaimed, "Tough! We're gonna fucking talk, wherever you like it or not!"

Damon argued, "Talk about what? Like the fact that you'd rather talk to unibrow Liam then your own fuckin' boyfriend?!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I shouted, "You can't be fucking serious, me and Liam are just friends, for fuck sake?! Why can't you see that?!"

Damon then exclaimed, "Well, it's kinda of hard to not think like that when you talk to him all the time."

"Because he's my fucking friend, Damon! We've been fucking friends since we were six! I know you don't fucking like him, but you're just gonna have to put up with it?!" I explained as I gripped my hair out of frustration.

Damon argued back, "Yeah, and you know what else he's done?! He takes up all my time with you?! You're always going out doing something him, you don't even stay in the fuckin' house anymore?! It's like you've forgotten me?! I'm supposed to be your boyfriend, for fuck sake?!"

I shouted back, "This is so stupid, I only go out with him like once a month, you're fucking overreacting like always?! I'm sorry you get easily jealous, but you better fucking sort it because it's fucking driving me crazy!"

"Well, it's not my fuckin' fault that I don't want him to try and stick his tongue down your throat?! I don't trust him, Y/N?!" He exclaimed as he stood up.

I argued, "You don't fucking know him?! He isn't like that! He would never do that to me, he's just a friend?! It's like you don't even fucking trust me?!"

Damon shouted, "I do fucking trust you, I just don't trust him, and I don't care if you've known him longer then him! Men like him are always like that?!"

I scoffed and exclaimed, "Men like him?! What the fuck are you trying to say, Damon?! How many women have you slept with before me, huh?! How about you answer me that, Damon?!"

Damon looked at me in shock, I didn't stop however.

"You always act like you're the better man, but just because you're a fucking middle class London boy doesn't make you this fucking perfect god that can just look down on working class people and just spit at them?! Hell, I was a fucking working class person, are you calling me a fucking slag?!"

Damon shouted, "That's not what I meant I fucking meant, you're just twisting my fucking words now?!"

I screamed, "No, I'm telling you the fucking truth?! You know, fuck you Damon!"

Damon raised his hand to grab his hair, but as if it was in slow motion, I thought he was going to hit me. Then, a flashback hit me.

Flashback

"Who the fuck are you talking to?!"

I immediately just quickly said out of fear, "It's just a friend."

He grabbed my phone and threw it across the room. I jumped and slowly was backed to the door.

He started to scream, "I told to stop talking to your fucking friends! You never fucking listen to me, you stupid bitch?!"

I started to cry out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I won't talk to them! I promise, please! I'm sorry!"

He gave me a sick smile mumbled, "You should of thought of that before you started talking to them behind my back."

I tried to run past him, but he immediately slapped my face, making me fall to the ground. I started to cry on the floor as I touched my bleeding cheek.

I whimper in pain as I muttered, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

He bent down to me and smiled at me once again, I felt physically sick. He grabbed my throats with a strong grip and pulled me towards his face.

He grunted, "Now you sit there and think about what you've done, you're sleeping on the coach tonight."

I cried as he forcefully let go of my neck and eventually left the room. I just started sobbing on the floor.

Back to modern day

As soon as I saw Damons' hand raise, I immediately backed up. I started crying, "Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, please don't hurt me! Please don't hit me!"

I backed to the door and sobbed my heart out. Damon looked at me with shock, he didn't know about my previous relationship, he was horrified.

He started to walk towards me, but I started crying out, still sobbing, "Please don't hurt me. I won't do it again, just please don't hit me."

He stopped his tracks, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and quickly whimpered, "Y/N, I wasn't... I wasn't going to... I'd never..."

I collapsed on the floor against the door as I carried on crying. My ex really messed me up, he would hurt me if I ever did something that he didn't like or I didn't listen to him.

Sometimes he'd just hurt me just because he felt like it, because he could hurt me and I wouldn't do a damn thing.

I couldn't care to look at Damon, I raced upstairs and ran to our bedroom. I slammed the door and locked it so Damon couldn't come in.

I turned around and just fell on the floor, putting my knees to my chest and I covered my face as I sobbed. I could hear Damon racing upstairs and he knocked on the door.

He mumbled, "Y/N? Please... let me in."

He tried to open the door, but the door knob wouldn't budge since I had already locked it. I continued to sob as I would feel my makeup started to smudge all over my face.

Damon cried, "I'm so sorry, I know I've fucked up. But I want you to know that I'd never hurt you, I would never do the things that scum did to you. I wouldn't lay a finger on you."

I wiped my nose and mumbled, "Doesn't matter, what's done is done."

Damon exclaimed, "It does matter! I was being a fucking asshole to you about Liam when I shouldn't have been, and then I made you think that I was going hurt you. Fuck!"

I could feel slid down against the door and I could feel his quiet tears. I started to cry heavily again, knowing that Damon was hurt that I would think that he would do that to me.

I buried my face to my knees and cried into them, soaking my jeans. I could feel the wall of the door between us, wanting to reach out, but I couldn't.

It was eventually late at night and I didn't dare move out of my spot. I was almost paralysed against the door, my face eventually ran out of tears and I just had red, puffy eyes and running mascara down my face.

I whispered, "Damon? Are you still there?"

Damon mumbled in a croaky voice, "Yeah, I'm still here."

I mentioned, "Do you want to know why I always seem to talk to Liam?"

Damon grunted in response, I said simply, "He saved my life."

I started to explain, "Liam found out about the whole domestic abuse situation, after he saw bruises on neck. I wasn't going to tell him, but I broke down and told him everything. As soon as I told him, he drove straight to my apartment and beat my ex. He almost killed him, I had to pull him back to stop him from committing murder. While he was knocked out, I packed my bags and he drove me away from him."

I breathed out shakily, trying to keep it together. "I stayed with him and Noel for a long while, they looked after me. They saved me, I was extremely depressed and I didn't feel like living anymore. But they saved me... and I couldn't be more thankful for that."

I sighed and leaned my head against the door. I said to him, "I know you wouldn't hurt me Damon. But I still get flashbacks, when someone raises their hand, when someone touches my neck, when someone shouts. All that shit comes back."

Damon swallowed and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry, I can't imagine what you've had to go through. You've been through hell and all I have done is some stupid jealous boyfriend. Please forgive me, I know I'm a shitty person and I make a lot of mistakes, but I would never hurt you. Do you want to know why? Because I love you."

I sighed gently and whispered, "I know you do. But right now, I need some space."

Damon mumbled, "I know, I'll leave you alone. I won't say a word to you unless you want me to."

I nodded and said, "Thank you."

I then could feel myself drifting away, and eventually, I was asleep against the door.

I woke up at the same place as I fell asleep in, I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I looked up at the door knob and sighed.

I slowly got up, stumbling slightly due to the fact that I was stuck on the floor most of time. I carefully unlocked the door and opened it.

As I opened it, I saw Damon on the floor, sleeping. He never left, he waited for me. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like.

He always looked peaceful when he slept, his hair was a gentle sort of messy as his hands were under his cheek as he breathed softly.

I realised at that point that I truly loved him. He wasn't like my ex, he never was. I gently shook him.

I whispered, "Damon?"

Damon stirred slightly and eventually opened his eyes. As soon as he saw, he immediately sat up and whispered loudly, "Y/N?"

I couldn't help but smile slightly as I saw his beautiful blue eyes. I eventually placed my hand on his cheek and gently leaned in to kiss his lips.

He was token back at first, but he eventually closed his eyes and kissed back. His soft lips on mine gave me hope, hope that I will be happy. That I have someone that I could 100% depend on and trust.

I gently pulled away and stared into his eyes while I played with his hair. Damon mumbled, "I'm sorry."

I smiled and mumbled, "I know, and I forgive you."

Damon smiled gently and said, "I love you, Y/N."

I said back, "I love you too, Damon."

That's it!!! Sorry if I made your hearts break, but at least it ended happily. I do hope you have enjoyed.