three years of you. — good 4 u.
Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader
Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist
Summary: it wasn’t alright, but it was great to be able to find the good in the situation.
Word Count: ≈1.4k
Warnings: angst
A/N: this is short as hell, but i promise that it’ll get better lmaoo
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Just keep going. You have no reason to feel bad.
The crowd was invested. They were into it. They wanted to know the whole story.
You made it a whole story, and it was beautiful.
Not to him, though. He felt… guilty.
“Well, you should, because you fucked this up!”
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One Month Later…
“And it’s done!”
After a month of trying to get the music just right and recording the same song over and over again, the first song was finally finished. The band and you had just listened to the song entirely— without stopping it to fix something, and it was absolute perfection. As soon as the song was over, Luke started cheering. Julie laughed at his enthusiastic antics.
“That was a nice run, guys. I cannot wait to finish the next song,” Flynn said, summoning her inner manager.
The band decided to take a break for the rest of the day, as a celebration for finishing the next song. However, they wouldn’t actually be celebrating. They were going home to get sleep, since their sleep schedule was bound to change over the upcoming months. When you got home, the first thing you did was take a warm shower to relax. After that, you went straight to your room, not wanting to leave for the rest of the day.
You turned on a show, though it ended up serving as background noise. You got an idea for that tune you came up with. The main problem you had writing it was that you had absolutely no inspiration for the song.
As you were writing down the music, you got a notification on your phone. You put down your pencil and picked up your phone. Someone tagged you in a photo. Assuming it was probably one of the band members, you opened the notification. You saw the comments before you saw the photo. People (fans) were tagging you in the post left and right.
Why the hell…
You realized why once you saw the photo and its caption.
Måneskin’s Damiano David was seen with a new girl last night, which is raising questions over his and singer Y/N Y/L/N relationship status as of late.
You had to re-read the caption twice. He’s already with someone new? You looked at the picture, and it was Damiano out with another girl.
Wait, why do you look familiar? You went online and searched up anything that could be related to this girl and Måneskin. It took a minute, but you found out that this girl was the same one Damiano had been talking about, Giorgia. And you must’ve forgotten her name, because you recognized her immediately. You liked some of her work, but hated that your opinion was bound to change about her over a boy.
“I can’t believe it,” you whispered to yourself. “Couldn’t wait, could ya?”
You knew it would be stupid to read the article attached… but it was so tempting. What would be the harm in it?
So, you clicked on the link and read the article. Two weeks after you left Italy, Damiano was spotted with his new girl— and you remembered her name: Giorgia— walking the streets side-by-side, laughing and smiling. You looked at the date the photos were taken; almost exactly two weeks after you left, give or take.
To save yourself from going insane, you closed out the apps, and turned off your phone. You lay down on the bed, and just stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next. Not like there’s much I could do…
Or, maybe…
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“That’s a wrap!”
The band cheered. Months of hard work, and they finally finished the album. Hugs went around, along with smiles and laughter.
“Hey, now you can actually go to sleep now,” Thomas joked to Damiano, patting his back.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied.
“As much as I want to celebrate this, I think that we all need to get some rest first. We’ll plan something for the weekend?” Victoria suggested, grabbing her phone from the couch in the studio.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Ethan said.
“Ok, now, everyone, go home! Get some sleep. Especially you Dami,” Victoria said, practically pushing everyone out of the studio.
Once everyone got outside and people were heading to their vehicles, Damiano walked over to Victoria.
“Hey, Vic,” Damiano said, walking up to her.
“Dami.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she said, closing the door of her car.
“Do you know why everyone kept telling me to get sleep?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Well, you work very hard, especially on this project. Plus, with everything that’s going on right now, you deserve to take a break,” Victoria explained.
“So, this is about Y/N and I?”
“Never said it was.” Damiano stared at her for a second before talking again.
“There’s pictures.”
“Of…?” Victoria questioned, not following where he was going.
“Giorgia and I.”
“Ok. Are you worried that Y/N will see them?”
“If they haven’t seen them yet. Wouldn’t be surprised; with social media, and all.” Damiano looked at his feet.
“Don’t let it get to you. It’ll all work out okay.”
“I would’ve figured that you’d be on Y/N’s side?”
“Not necessarily. I don’t want to ‘choose sides’, but you’re both my friends. I want to help you both, but I don’t want to get in the middle of it.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home now. I haven’t seen Chili all day, and she’s probably hungry. Goodbye, Dami. Have a great rest of your day.” Victoria got in her car and shut the door. Damiano started walking back towards his car.
Once he got in, he sat there for a minute, thinking over everything. He took out his phone and opened up Twitter, scrolling for a second before going back to what he wanted to do. He searched up your name. A lot popped up, but he came across some articles over you and him. He clicked on one, and started reading it. It was talking about a lot of things, but specifically your relationship status. Then, there was him and Giorgia, and the pictures.
“Shit. Y/N’s gonna know,” he whispered to himself. He went back to Twitter and saw a lot more; Damiano stopped liking Y/N’s photos. Y/N left Italy, and is back in LA. Y/N is with the band, Julie and The Phantoms. Are they recording a new album? Damiano was seen with model Giorgia Soleri, and hasn’t been seen with Y/N for weeks.
Honestly, the shit that people talked about had no relevance to their lives, it only invaded his and yours. It made him feel bad, because he knows how much you value your privacy. He couldn’t DM you since you blocked him, and wasn’t sure about texting you directly. He wanted to apologize but didn’t want to make you mad.
All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. It was Giorgia. Fuck, he whispered. He hesitated to answer. Should I, should I not? He took a deep breath, and sighed.
“Hey, babe.”
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“Oh.” Alex’s reaction wasn’t exactly what you wanted it to be. “That- that… I’m sorry, that must really suck.” You nodded, but then took a step back from where he was sitting in disbelief.
“You already knew, didn’t you?” You asked softly.
“I-I did. I just didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he replied.
“Well, the jokes on you Mercer, this is actually great!”
Confused out of his mind, he asked, “How is any of that great?”
You walked over to his table and got your notebook out of the bag you brought. “Remember that tune I came up with a few months back?” You asked.
“Yeah, the one you couldn’t finish because nothing was coming to you?” You hummed in response. You walked closer to where Alex was, flipping pages to find your spot. Once you found it, you gave the notebook for Alex to look at it.
“I think I’ve got something,” you said, watching as he read the music.
“Wow, Y/N, this could be really good. You should record it,” Alex complimented, handing the notebook back to you when he finished.
“I will, I’m just gonna wait until we’re done with the album.”
“Why not now?”
“Because I’ll need your help. Alex, I can play the guitar, piano, and I can sing, but I need drums too. So… what do you say? I’ll get the others to jump on this, if they want.”
“I would absolutely love to!” He responded, excitedly.
“Great! Now, do you want to help me with the lyrics?”
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