I stopped walking. I felt that same feeling; like the air was being sucked out of me. I couldn't see defining features like his hair, but I knew it was definitely him when I saw his pale hand reach for the glass on the ground next to where he was sitting.

I started backing away towards the elevator. Serena stopped and turned around. She looked at me confused and then motioned for me to come. I took slow steps. If I didn't come she would have said something and then Damon would realize it was me: and that I was trying to avoid him.

But I just couldn't give him the satisfaction that he impacted me. I'm not missing this party just because of him.

I picked up the pace a little. Serena had already entered the party and closed the doors behind her.

"I guess Salvatore came back from the dead because of his gigantic man-ego."

"Excuse me?" I heard the voice respond. He stood up and turned to me. Those brown eyes staring back at me were not Damon's. My eyes grew wide. It was Stefan. He was wearing a suit and his brown hair was spiked up.

"Uh hi Davina?"

"I'm so sorry about that." His head was tilted in confusion.

"Was that meant for my brother? What- did something happen between you two?"

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I took a deep breath. "Yes something did in fact. Tell your bitch brother to give my love to Cheryl." I walked past him, my shoulder slamming him, and opened the doors. I honestly liked Stefan but that couldn't change the fact that he was related to a shitbag.

The music got louder as I stepped into the room. I recognized the song vaguely. It was pretty dark with a DJ area at the back of the room. There were long tables and couches on the sides and a dance floor in the middle of the floor. I strutted in and headed to the bar. It was packed; there were people dancing in the middle and more milling about on the side.

I saw Serena come towards me.

"Hi you!" I said. She had tears in her eyes, but the biggest grin on her face.

"Are you okay?" She nodded, but the tears were still flowing down her face.

"Davina... I got a call from Alexis just now." Alexis was her husband.

"And? Is everything okay?"

"He told me Olympia took her first steps just now!"

"Serena that's amazing is she in New York with you?"

"Yes I'm so excited to see her after this."

"Silly what are you still doing here? Go see her!"

"I don't want to leave you alone though. It's okay, I can wait."

"No I'll be fine you go see your baby and give her a big hug from her favorite and only godmama."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes! Now get out before I kick you out myself."

"Davina- fine I'll leave, but I know something happened. I'm not sure what but I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I don't want to know what happened if you feel like not talking about it."

"Nothing happened." I said. The smile was wiped off my face.

"Okay, but just remember honey you're not your trauma you'll get through it. I know you're a strong girl," she said, lightly touching my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, but looked down at her shoes to avoid meeting her gaze. She lightly stroked my cheek and then I saw her shoes recede away from me.

Me? Strong? In what universe?

A bartender approached me upon seeing my conversation with Serena was over. She asked what I wanted.

"Anything strong please."  I said to the bartender. She went to the array of bottles behind her. I felt a hand on my back all of a sudden. I shuddered.

"Hi hun" he said. I turned around to see a man with rainbow hair and a big "69" tattooed on his forehead. He came up to me  and was about to lay his hand on my shoulder. This was my last straw. I'm done.

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah

"Ugh as if!" I said as I pushed him hard before he could attempt touching me more.

Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah

He stumbled backwards and almost fell. He regained his balance quickly. Mr. F-Boy kept looking around making sure that no one witnessed his failure. I showed him my middle finger. He stepped away from me and ran. I turned back around toward the bar and sat down on a stool. My legs were crossed with my shoe perched on my chairs rung.

The bartender came back a few minutes later with a glass of full of a suspicious clear liquid. I swirled it around a little and saw no bubbles at all; there was no seltzer or anything it was just a straight up mystery drink.

"You know that drink is a lot stronger than it looks." I heard a deep, Italian-accented voice say to me. With the loud music I wasn't able to hear the footsteps approach me. I saw the side profile of a man sit down on the bar stool next to me.

"You know what... fuck it!" I said with a grin. I squeezed my eyes shut, tipped the glass up and drank the whole thing. I banged the cup down as I felt my mouth and throat burn from the fire-liquid. I coughed a few times. He passed me a water bottle which I opened and devoured. He stared at me with a look of amusement.

"Isn't moonshine illegal here? What the fuck is this monstrosity?" I said in bewilderment.

I motioned the bartender to come to me.

"Yeah I'll have three more of these. Thanks." I said matter-of-factly. The man started laughing.

"I guess that was a good monstrosity," he said.

"I guess it was, oh and thank you before for the water Mr..."

Who was I kidding I knew his name. I was obsessed with his band, Mäneskin. This was kind of a fangirl moment for me.

"Damiano and you're Ms..."

"Mikaelson. Well uh my names Davina."

"Nice to meet you," he took my hand and kissed it lightly. Damiano was wearing a sheer, fish-net long sleeve shirt. He also was wearing a small earring on one ear and a chunky necklace that had a charm on it.

The bartender came back with my order. I gave Damiano a glass.

"Cheers to..." I said.

"This non-moonshine monstrosity!" He said and we clinked our glasses against each others. He brought the cup up to his lips. We both drank it and I coughed a little less this time. I drank the other cup too since I had ordered three.

It was about time for me to start forgetting. I didn't want to think about today anymore.

I wanted to be in control for once.

I placed my hand in the palm of his. His hands were big with long fingers and a ring around his ring finger. He looked down a little startled at our hands.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?" he asked.

I nodded. He took my hand and led me to the corner of the party room. It was almost completely dark in this area. We both sat down on the leather couches. It was empty here except for a girl passed out on the couch next to me. Damiano put his legs up on the coffee table and leaned back. He was about to say something but,

"God you're so hot," I blurted out. So much for taking control. I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. He took my hand off my mouth, and pulled me closer to him.

"Oh I know that," he said with a smirk.

"You're not too bad yourself," he added looking into my eyes. I got up and straddled him.

I kissed his neck softly. I felt that same sinking feeling, but I tried to ignore it. Pushing it down deep, deep, deeper till I could forget about it.

He put his hands on my waist and I sat down on his lap, my knees on the couch. I littered small kisses up and down his throat and collar bone. I could feel his pulse against my lips.

I slowly got more intense; I bit his neck a little. He moaned softly. I did it again a few more times.

I retreated to look at the aftermath. His neck had small red spots.

"You're going to need a lot of concealer for that," I said with a grin.

"No, it makes me look like I have a social life am I right?" He said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me on the lips. It was hard and rough. I let out the nervous breath I was holding.

"Can I?" I nodded. He moved his hands down lower to my ass. I started gyrating my hips against him. He let out a groan.

"Don't stop." He said. I stopped.

I'm in control. I'm in control.

Instead, I put my hand on his dick. Even through the fabric of his pants I could feel a hardness. I smirked. I kept running my hands up and down his pelvis and dick area.

"Can I?" He asked. I nodded. He slid his hand inside my dress. I kept rubbing my hand on his length.

It's not him. It's not him. Forget. Forget.

He put his hand on my underwear where I was already a little wet. He slowly moved his fingers up and down.

He wasn't even touching my actual vagina and I was already so wet. His fingers came higher and higher until they were right above my underwear line. I leaned my forehead on his shoulder. My breathing got slow as his fingers crept inside my underwear and we both-

"Omg maneater is that you?" I heard a squealy voice say.

Kendall fucking Jenner. Kill me now.

His fingers flew out my underwear. Thank god the back of my dress was still covering my ass. My cheeks warmed as I quickly got off of him and stood up. Damiano stayed seated looking up with the same look of confusion that I had on my face. Except his look was mostly confused/embarrassed/a little annoyed; mine was confused/embarrassed/pissed out of my mind.

"Hi Princess Pepsi!" I said, pasting on a fake, exaggerated smile. Kendall came close to me and kissed my cheek in greeting but it was pretty much her pecking the air.

There were two girls I couldn't recognize standing behind her.

"So Maneater, who's your new boy toy today?" She said calling me again by the mildly-sexist nickname.

She didn't even look him in the eye.

Oh. My. God. The amount of nicknames I could call her right now, boy I had so many.

"My names actually Dami-"

"My boy toy, to your surprise is actually a human being. Woah, I know right. His names Damiano. Speaking of which I had loads of fun but I'm tired now so you can go about Damiano," He got up and gave me a look. I mouthed an I'm so so sorry to him and waved goodbye. He mouthed an It's alright, text me and left.

"So maneater, I guess that's it with Damon? Not surprised considering two years is pretty much your high score. I think Taylor Swift would be jealous of that." One of her minions giggled. Taylor was the nicest person I've met how could Kendall be so rude.

Maneater. Damon was the longest relationship I have been in. Other than that I used to date loads of men. Thus, the nickname.

Of course I get the sexist nickname, and not the men who also have dated loads of people. 

Kendall's vendetta with me started a while ago. We were genuine friends. I didn't like her much back then either but I'll give it to her she was sort of tolerable. Still a prissy brat though. She developed a crush on ASAP Rocky. I liked him too. She didn't care after I told her that. She still tried to flirt with him.

So I broke the girl code. I fucked him. I even dated him for a while too.

After a short relationship with me, he dated Kendall, but the damage had already been committed. She despised me. But she knew better than to cause drama so instead she intentionally bothered me whenever she saw me. But I mean it was ASAP Rocky. I think that's someone worth breaking the girl code for, and for a snake like Kendall, then he's definitely. Not a single regret over here.

She was just about the last person on this earth I would tell about my breaking up with Damon. I decided to switch the subject. 

"Not your concern, but anyways how are your factory workers? Are you giving them actual wages so they can feed their families or is planning tropical vacations with the girls, and appropriating other cultures in the name of fashion taking up all your time and energy?" Her bitch face fell and all I could see was the anger and jealousy boiling in her. Her reaction manifested into a wicked smirk on my face. She quickly hid her anger and said,

"Girls I think we should go. It was great talking to you maneater." She said and turned away, her minions following behind. Finally she left, thank god.

I went back to the party. It had gotten even more crowded in here. I didn't feel like dancing though, plus I didn't even know the song that was currently playing. So I just got another drink and started loitering around.

Oddly enough, this party reminded me of a typical high school party; most people dancing with the popular attention-seeking extroverts in the middle, the people enclosing around the food tables, the couples scattered on the couches throughout and kissing each other, and last but not least the stoners. I could see fumes in the back of the room from a group of couches. I was curious to see what they were smoking. The smell of weed and other drugs got stronger as I got closer to them. There were five of them.

My mouth dropped open. I could recognize those big, brown curls from a mile away. I tiptoed to the guy with the curls. It wasn't that hard considering the booming music.

I bent down next to his ears and whispered "Boo"

He turned around in surprise and I was met with green, startled eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, Styles the stoner? I've got to send a picture of this to Mama Anne." He was wearing a white button down shirt with a red bow around his neck. His hair was gelled back during the gala but the curls got the best of it and were back to its usual do. I saw his phone next to him. I snatched it before he could get it. The password was the usual; his birthday; 0201. I took a picture of him with the smoke in the background and sent it to the contact that was named "Mommy🌸". I captioned it as "I just wanted to let you know your son has gone over to the dark side". She'll know it's a joke, I'll call her tomorrow. It had been a whole week since we called and I miss her.

"She's going to be very confused." I said. He nodded in agreement.

"I did actually smoke today though."

"Ooo Styles the church boy Styles the bad boy more like," I said covering my mouth in exaggerated shock.

"What all did you smoke?"

"Weed. I was high as a kite before. Now I'm fine I don't feel anything.I left the gala early and got to the party early so it was just me and the stoners so what better to do than smoke with a bunch of lads?"

"Lads. I forgot that's a word."

"Well to your surprise, not everyone's American." He said imitating me by covering his mouth in the dramatic manner I did before.

"You look nice though." He said looking me over.

"Thank you, you too." A guy on the couch next to us got up. He was holding a joint in his hand. His eyes were bright red.

"Can I?" I asked. He passed me the already lit up joint. I took a hit of it and could feel the substance in my throat. I blew out a puff of smoke. And I didn't cough.

"Givee me back," he slurred.

"No you've had enough. Thank you, now go enjoy the party!" I said and waved goodbye to him. He looked pissed but left.

"He's not going to remember any of this," I added. Harry chuckled.

"Okay but, Davina-Blair you're not a weed-virgin?!"

I gave him the joint. He smoked it and didn't cough either.

"You're not a weed virgin either?!"

"Guilty," he said as he put his hands up and stuck his tongue out.

"Remember our first time? Brits 2014... you and me...Zayn's secret cart...the bathroom..."

"One directions won an award," he interjected with a smile.

We both finished the same joint together. I don't think either of us were high because the joint didn't feel too strong.

"I'll go find another one sit down," Harry said as he left. He came back with a few sticks and a lighter in his ring-clad hand.

"I could only find cigarettes,"

He gave them both to me and I pressed the little switch for the lighter. But it wasn't budging. I banged the lighter on the coffee table next to us and then tried again.

Still. Not. Budging.

Harry put his hand on my wrist.

"You know you can just ask for help right?" I shook my head. Asking for help shows people your weaknesses. That's just something I've learned over time. I only slip up every now and then and I always end up regretting it.

"Give it to me it's okay," I hesitated, but dropped it into his hand. He lit it with ease. A small orange flame escaped the capsule. He took the stick and lit it.

"Open." He put his finger on his bottom lip and looked into my eyes. I opened my mouth slightly. He put the cigarette into my mouth.

"Good." He said with a toothless smile.

He led me to the dance floor and we stood on the outskirts of the floor and smoked the rest of the cancer stick together.

"You should have dragged me here before, we could have been doing this all night." I said.

"Yeah, but you looked, pretty busy with all of your company I didn't want to interrupt. Speaking of which where are they?"

"The twins were getting tired so they said bye to me before" Before I met Damiano they waved bye to me.

"And I don't want to talk about the other one,"

He started lighting the next cigarette. He took a hit and then gave it to me.

"Why? Did something happen?" This man was going to be a nervous mess until I told him. I knew Harry too well unfortunately. The song changed to a much slower song.
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"Yeah, um can we talk in private." He nodded. He took my hand and led me to a small hallway near where we were standing. We stopped outside of the men's bathroom door.

"Here." He opened the door for me and we walked in. He opened a stall door and let me inside and shut the door behind us.

"We- we broke up, My voice got quiet.

In the world my demons cultivate.

"Oh my god, Vina I'm so sorry." He put his arms around me, and brought me close to his chest. I fell into the hug, and rested the side of my head on his shoulder.

I felt the strangest emotion but it wasn't hate.

I was expecting that sinking feeling to slither back, but instead I felt...good. These familiar arms that I've touched so many times made my heart feel warm, and safe even.

For once.

"Everything's going to be fine," he said.

"I have to move on though. I just want to forget."

Life is moving can't you see? There's no future left for you and me.

"It's okay to feel things," he ran his hand up and down my back soothingly. I could stay like this forever.

I got out of the hug and stood leaned against the wall silently.

I hated feeling. It's the worst. He's wrong.

"What happened?" he said.

"He's not the same man anymore. That's why I left."

They say that people never change, but that's bullshit, they do.

Or maybe he was like that from the start, but I was too much in love to see the truth.

I couldn't make that mistake again.

"Did he hurt you again?" I looked down at the ground.

"You are a shit liar. If he did something you have to tell me." I sat down on the toilet. My knees were touching his legs. He stood, looming over me. There was no way out of this. So I told him everything that he did to me, and about Cheryl. I didn't tell him about the street attack though.

Surprisingly, he had a blank expression on his face. I could not tell what he was feeling.

"I am so so sorry no one should have to experience that," He kneeled down to my level and hugged me. We stayed like that for a moment until he abruptly turned around, and opened the stall.

"Where are you going?"

"To have a chat with a certain someone."

"What? Why?"

"Because it all makes sense now, I should have connected the pieces," he said coldly as he opened the bathroom door and walked out.

I hoped ug liked this chapter! Also oo plots thickening, what is making sense to Harry?! Tell me what u think abt this chapter!

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