Can I Call You? (Damien Haas x Reader)
3 a.m. when you liked someone was always the most difficult hour.
You were awake, of course, thinking of Damien. And his smile. And his laugh. And the way that he was always there for all his friends, ready to support. It made your heart warm. It made your crush feel even more intense when you thought about how truly amazing he was.
Your emotions got the best of you quickly, though. Somehow the night made you feel even more lonely. You guessed that it was a combination of the honking cars and loud parties outside your little apartment and the fact that all of your friends were in happy relationships.
As you sighed, you started to feel restless. It had been a few months now of knowing Damien, and every day made you fall a little bit deeper under his enchanting spell of funny and sweet. A magical concoction that only Damien possessed.
You wanted nothing more than to just get off your chest that you liked him and wanted to be more than friends, but the thought of him not feeling the same way petrified you. The constant thought of dating him made you absolutely nuts for what felt like an eternity and you hated it.
Against your better judgement, though, you unlocked your phone and just did it.
Can I call you? You texted Damien, typing too quickly to stop yourself. You just wanted someone to talk to. You just wanted to talk to him.
As you leaned against the wall and waited for a response, you began to get mad at yourself for even asking. What were you doing? He didn’t like you like that.
Before you could continue berating yourself, you felt your phone vibrate.
Always. He replied.
Your heart skipped several beats as you pressed the little phone icon and it began to ring. Your heart was in knots as you heard the first ring. He answered almost immediately after.
“Hey, (Y/N). Is everything okay?” He asked, his sincerity coming through the phone’s speaker and washing over you like a tidal wave. You felt a lump begin to form in my throat.
“No,” You whispered, doing your best to sound like you weren’t about to cry. Tears began to blur your vision.
“Can I come over?”
“Please.”
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After about ten minutes, you heard a knock at my door. You ran like mad to the door and pulled it open. Damien’s face was covered in worry. You could tell by the way his dark brows were knitted together and how his skin was paler than usual.
“Thanks,” You choked on your words. “Thanks for coming.”
He took off his coat and hung it on the little vintage rack you had bought from the flea market when the two of you had gone together a few months before.
“(Y/N), you don’t have to thank me. Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” Damien said, walking over and taking your hands in his. Through your despair, you still felt the electricity. For the millionth time, you wondered if he felt it too.
You kept our hands clasped as you both walked to your couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on Cartoon Network. Teen Titans was playing, but you didn’t feel like watching. You had to tell him. You were going mad.
“Damien, I, um, I have to tell you something?” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Yeah, (Y/N)? What is it?” He shifted his gaze from the television to you, setting your heart on fire.
You took a deep breath, trying your best to stay calm. Get it over with, you thought to yourself.
“I like you,” You said quickly. “I’ve liked you since the minute we met and I haven’t stopped. It’s been making me crazy. So crazy that I’ve been crying, as you can clearly see.”
You watched as Damien’s concerned, worried expression quickly turned to bashful and happy. His cheeks turned red. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed of your feelings for him.
“(Y/N),” Damien began. Your heart began to beat out of control. “I like you too.”
Pure relief washed over you as you took a deep breath and chuckled. You couldn’t believe it. All that worry and stress. All those sleepless nights wondering if he even liked you half as much as you liked him. You buried your head in your hands, feeling your face flush.
“I’m so embarrassed,” You said, although it was a bit muffled.
Damien wrapped his arm around you as he laughed a little too. “Don’t be. And don’t ever be afraid, you can always call me.”
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m back from my hiatus. I’m so sorry for the severe lack of posts. I have been going through a lot IRL so that really took a toll on me and therefore prevented me from writing. I just wanted to say thank you for the overwhelming support on my last two imagines. They garnered so much more attention than I thought I would ever receive on my writing. I hope you enjoyed this imagine as well.
Much love to you all,
Delicatedamien <3
