#asuuna

AAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!! its just a little thing!! but like i would DIE for nessa even tho u already know that LOLOL. also ur perfect okay im just glad to have a friend like YOU! ur the best ♡

@asuuna @kaitoandkiyomi i love you and your baby

Bzzt Bzzt…Bzzt Bzzt…Bzzt Bz-SMACK

As much as he desperately wanted to ignore the terrible buzzing sound coming from the nightstand in the middle of the night, Damien knew he couldn’t. With the wedding coming up at just the end of the week, it was his job to make sure no last minute emergencies happened. God he hoped this was an emergency.

Letting out a low groan, he pulled his hand back from where it had slammed upon the white iphone, keeping it in hand as his fingers fumbled to turn on the screen. Royal blue eyes squinted in the blinding light, and he nearly dropped the phone while struggling to turn the brightness down to a bearable setting. 3 new messages? All from Eliza? He immediately bolted upright in bed, fully awake now. He brought up the messaging app and scanned the words on screen for sign of wedding emergency only to find…

[2:34am] Sunshine: Damieeeeen are yuo awke?[2:40am] Sunshine: yess??? Nooooo??? Maybeee?????[2:44am] Sunshine: Im comngg to your hotell room!!

His eyebrows furrowed, reading it all over once again to make sure he was reading the barely comprehensible words and over abundant use of emojis correctly. Why was she texting him at almost 3 in the morning to come see him? Wait, wasn’t the bachelorette party tonight? Double wait, was she…? His fingers moved before he could even finish the though.

[2:49am] Damien: Eliza… are you drunk??

The only response he got was the sound of knocks against his hotel door about 15 minutes later. Hopping up, he quickly threw on a pair of pajama pants over his boxers and rustled a hand through his long brunette locks as he made his way to the door. His hand paused just before it could reach to doorknob, his breath shaking. C’mon man, it’s just Eliza. Just your best friend’s fiancee showing up at your hotel drunk at 3 in the morning. Just the girl you’re absolutely and utterly in love with. Just Eliza.

Right, on second thought he decided to put a shirt on as well.

When he finally opened the door after the almost 3rd set of knocks, he saw Eliza in all her 3 in the morning glory. Flushed cheeks, mused blonde hair into a lazy ponytail, one set of manicured fingers holding a pair of heels, and the other curled around the neck of a strawberry vodka bottle. He almost laughed, not even Aiden got to see her in such messy states.

“You’ve been having fun.” the corner of his lips pulled in amusement as he stepped aside to gesture her into the room.

Eliza hummed, a bounce in her step as she entered and plopped onto the bed in the center of the room. “The party was soooo much fun. Oh! My bachelorette party was tonight! Did you know that? You probably knew that. Either way! It was amazing~” She paused in her ramble, seeming to be looking for something before she realized that very something was in her hand. “You weren’t there so I stole some of the alcohol for you!” This time he really did laugh.

“Of course I wasn’t there, I’m a bachelor, not a bachelorette. I go to tomorrow’s party.” As best man it was sort of a requirement. Not that he was complaining. He knew Isadara was planning on bringing strippers from her work. Maybe they’d even pop out of a cake.

Eliza turned her head to look at him still standing at the doorway, the glow of the table lamp playing with her already golden features. “But you’re so pretty, could’ve fooled me.” Her eyes stayed pinned on him and his pulse quickened, but Damien knew in his heart of hearts that her words and gaze were nothing more than platonic. She was his best friend’s soon to be bride afterall, and he had seen the way Eliza looked at Aiden. It was like he was her prince in shining armor who had come and rescued her from a dragon. Like he held her entire world in the palms of his hands. Like he was her happily ever after. And she was probably right.

Clearing his throat, he finally moved to sit beside her. He managed to only tense for a second as she immediately moved to rest her head in his lap. Breathe, Damien. It’s still just Eliza. “I will happily take that drink though,” he said, popping the bottle from her grasp with ease. He didn’t even wince as the liquid went down his throat, having built up a strong resistance in all his days of partying. If anything, he relished the feeling, as it gave him something to focus on that wasn’t the beautiful, very off-limits woman laying on him in the dead of night. It was a futile effort though, as Eliza grabbed his hand and pulled it to her head, a silent request for him to thread his fingers through her hair as she so often did (especially recently with all the stress of the wedding). He complied, of course, as he was absolutely whipped when it came to her.

So, with one hand on the bottle and the other in her tresses, he kept his eyes to the ceiling and let his mind wander. As much as he tried to think of things like how his sister was doing at home or the plans for when the wedding was over, it all kept drifting back to the situation at hand. He couldn’t believe his life had become something akin to a Taylor Swift song, except for the fact that Taylor Swift was braver. Despite the absolute adoration and devotion he felt for Elizabeth, he also held the utmost respect and love for his best friend. And while stealing someone’s significant other from another had worked for Damien in the past, there was no way this was going to be one of those situations. The engaged parties made each other happy, and even if Damien knew for a fact that Eliza would run away with him if he said anything (which he knew she wouldn’t), he couldn’t do it anyway. Maybe it was fear of losing a friend, or the ‘bro-code’, or maybe he was just finally becoming a good person, no matter the reason, he just couldn’t do it. Not when the two made each other so happy.

The sky outside the hotel window grew a lighter tint. He’d been thinking, thinking, thinking for longer than it had felt, and he sighed. He finally looked down, but instead of finding a drunk Eliza who needed to be taken home, he found a sound asleep Eliza and a dribble of drool on his pajamas. He wondered if this was the soundest she’d slept since arriving in LA for the wedding. Was he allowed to give himself that much credit? Didn’t matter, and he didn’t want to indulge that line of thought either. Instead, he veeeery carefully moved to free himself and set her in a more comfortable position under the covers. With drool swiped and blankets up to her chin, Damien let out a satisfying stretch. There was no way he would be able to go back to sleep now. Checking the clock, it was heading to time where early breakfast would be served. Usually he never made it to that, always sleeping in for longer than he meant to and sporting a hangover, but apparently this time would be different. Changing his pajama pants to a pair of khakis and throwing on some sandals, Damien began tiptoeing his way to the door. Before leaving, he paused yet again, turning to look at the sleeping Goldielocks in his bed, his eyes warm but smile sad. There were so many things he wanted to say with the knowledge that she was out like a light and couldn’t hear, but nothing came outside of the circulating I love you, I love you, I love you that flitted through his brain. And then he left.

Later that day, Eliza awoke to the sight of slightly cold breakfast and coffee, as well as the smell of a bouquet of beautiful red roses on the tray with a little note attached that said:

heeeeeeeeeeey thank you so muuch!!💕

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