Hooray, first request?!?! Expect full fluffy fun, I do love fluff. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

Your POV

"Do you have to go to this concert?"

Damon rolled his eyes and grinned, "Well, I can't exactly dump the band just to chill on the bed, eat shitty takeaways and disappoint my fans, can I?"

I sighed and immediately complained, "I thought you liked shitty takeaways and chilling in the bed with me."

Damon sighed as well and explained, "Well, of course I do. But love, the band need me, and plus Graham threatened to kick my ass if I show up late again."

I nodded sadly, knowing he was right. I knew the band was important to him, I mean, he is the lead singer. If he goes, they all go.

I mumbled, "I know, I know Day. It's just... I've been sleeping by myself for days now and trust me, it gets lonely at times."

Damon licked his lips and said, "Well, if you want, you can stay up and wait for me. I'll skip the after party and we can just... you know, chill, snog, maybe fuck if I have some energy."

"Damon!" I exclaimed. I whacked his arm playfully as I laughed at him.

Damon laughed as well and then slowly started to move his lips closer to mine. He was awfully slow, leaving his lips hovering on mine. The tension between could be cut with a knife.

But as I thought he was going to kiss me, he slowly leaned out as I tried to lean in. He smirked slightly as he saw my face of disappointment.

I whispered, "You're a fucking tease."

He tilted his head, still smirking and quietly said, "Good things come to those who wait, love."

He ran his fingers through my hair gently and then eventually got into the car that was waiting for him. I stood there, outside the door sighing softly.

I watched as Damon got in and then waved at me through the window. I waved back, he then blew me a kiss and then the car drove off.

I blushed slightly, no matter what, he would still make me feel like a school girl with a massive crush. I couldn't help but giggle slightly at the thought of it.

I walked back inside and shut the door. I leaned against the door as I sighed, no matter how many times, it still hurts when he leaves. I miss him every time he isn't around, something about him being around always made me feel happy, and when he isn't, it's like something is missing.

I turned around and started to walk into the kitchen. I was determined to stay awake until he got back, I wanted at least have one night, at least one, with me in his arms and knowing he's there.

I looked into the fridge for some food, all I could see was a bunch of outdated canned food and some vegetables. But then I saw the leftover takeaway from the night before.

I pulled it out and smelt it, it was still decent. I placed the curry on top of the leftover rice and then placed it into the microwave. I sighed as I waited for my curry.

I stood there, playing with my promise ring that Damon had given me on Christmas. I smiled as I looked at it, it was expensive as hell.

But as he said, "Price means nothing if it makes you happy."

I gently stroked it, I could feel myself getting emotional. I wish he wasn't so committed to the band, I understood that it's his everything and I'm happy for him.

But he was away a lot, and I missed him. We hadn't even 'made love' for almost a month, which is one of things that I missed.

My thoughts got interrupted by the beeping of the microwave, which almost scared the life out of me. I opened the microwave and grabbed the plate of leftover curry and sat down at the table.

I started to quietly eat my curry, in complete silence. I hated it, Damon was never quiet, he was always taking or singing or swearing.

It used to drive me nuts, but when he started to do all his concerts, I started to miss it.

I eventually finished my average tasting curry and decided to just leave it on the table, since I couldn't be bothered to clean it up.

I sat there, wondering what the hell I should do. I thought about it for a while, then I had the perfect idea.

Get wasted.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I was lonely as fuck and bored as fuck. I opened the alcohol cupboard and grabbed a bottle of red wine, a shot glass, a bigger glass, a bottle of vodka and a tiny bottle of whiskey, just in case I ran out.

I walked over to the vinyl record and placed in a vinyl of Joan Jett. Immediately, the song 'Bad Reputation' started to play.

I shouted loudly, "I fucking love this song?!"

I immediately opened the bottle of red wine and poured myself a glass. It wasn't very strong, it was actually pretty weak.

I got through the whole bottle in under 5 minutes. I was a lot more buzzed, but not drunk enough.

I opened the bottle of vodka, I poured myself a shot. I grabbed the shot glass and basically did six shots.

I was slowly starting to feel the effects, but do you wanna know something, I didn't fucking care.

I eventually was so buzzed, I started to drink the vodka from the bottle. I started dancing around, singing to Rock 'n' Roll Star by Oasis, what's amusing is that Damon's band and Oasis were practically at war.

I eventually was halfway through the bottle while I started to sing the fucking national anthem, but obviously drunk.

I still don't quite remember, but I ended up leaving the house and walking around aimlessly on the streets.

I started to sing The Universal as I walked around the streets with no shoes, no makeup, a pair of pyjama shorts and an oversized shirt reading 'I hate life'.

But suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around as I hiccuped.

"Y/N? Love, is that you?"

Shit, it was Damon. He must have been making his way home. However my stupid drunk me thought he just teleported out of nowhere.

"Heyyyy.... Day. Um- *hiccup* what you doing here? *hiccup*."

Damon looked at me concerned and asked, "Are you drunk? Hang on, is that my vodka?"

He was about to grab it but I quickly pulled it away from his grasp. "Na, na, na, it's my voddy. You can't fu-*hiccup* have it, mmm 'kay?"

Damon couldn't help but chuckle at my drunk talking. I sounded like a toddler in a bad mood.

"Day day? I think I'm gonna *hiccup* be..."

Damon quickly whispered, "Oh, Jesus!"

He quickly grabbed me and I ended up throwing up in the middle of streets. It wasn't fun, Damon had to hold my hair back and pat my back.

He ended up taking me home as I was mumbling random shit.

He took me into our living room and laid me on the coach. He sat next to me asking, "Are you alright, love? Do you need anything?"

I shook my head, Damon raised an eyebrow at me. I eventually nodded, as I wiped my mouth.

"What do you need? Water, food, painkillers?" He asked gently as he stroked my hair.

I quietly said, "Cuddle me Damon, we haven't done that for *hiccup* ages."

Damon laughed softly and said "Your hiccups are adorable, might I just, love."

I smiled slightly, he gently patted on his leg. I slowly shuffle towards his and I sit on his lap. I position myself so my head was on his chest as he wrapped his protective arms around me. He slowly started to stroke my hair again as his breathing slowly started to soothe me.

I could feel his warm hands brush my cheek gently as he whispered, "It was my last concert tonight. There won't be another one for months, you can have me again. I won't be leaving again, I promise you that."

I smiled slightly and whispered, "Good. Because we haven't fucked in ages and I'm desperate."

He laughed and he quietly said, "Well, that's very... honest."

He gently placed his hands on my hips and gently moved around, making me sigh. He smiled and whispered, "I love you, Y/N. I hope you know that."

I mumbled, "I love you too, Damon."

He moved a piece of my hair out of my cheek and bent down to place a small but tender kiss in my cheek.

He left his lips there for a few seconds, his arms stroked mine. He eventually placed his chin on the top of my head and we both feel asleep in bliss.

That's it!! My first oneshot of beautiful Damon, it made me squeal a couple of times from writing all the cuteness. Anyways, hope you've enjoyed.