London loves (Damon x reader x Alex)

Far out - 2

It had been a while, 6 months or so and the band Graham had joined was offical.
"Hey, (Y/N) wanna come down n' listen to us play?" You turned your head from the bright screen of the tv that sat infront of the sofa.
"Finally..." you groned. "Well, chop chop we've got twenty minuets to get a cab." He grabbed his coat and yours and thrown your (colour) coat at you. You both waddled at the apartment and locked the door.
(Time skip)
You jumped out of the cab with Graham trailing behind you, "got everything?" You said turning towards him.
He turned and checked the cab, "everything". You gave him a simple nod and started walking. "So, how far is the studio?" You turned your head towards Graham.
"About a minuet or so just keep goin' straight." He said eyes concentrated on the wet, stone walk way.
"Well, we're here." Graham lightly nudged your side.
You moved your head off the the ground and looked at the building stationed in-front of you. A light smile made its way onto your face, you was definitely excited to meet the band. Graham went inside, you trailing behind him. He slowly opened the door that sat on the right. "Recording: 1" you said to yourself wondering into the room. You looked to the left, guitars, basses. To the right, a set of drums in the front of a white wall. Then your eyes fixed on the centre piece, a brown, leather sofa on it a tall man with sky blue eyes and ginger hair,