Nothing Good Happens After 2am Dramione Novels & Stories

"Are you drunk?" I get no response from his side, but I keep the phone against my ear for a few minutes before declining after I hear a little snoring sound coming from the other end. I decline the call and send my hand through my hair, not knowing what to do after being wide awake at 2 am. That brat. River Lockhart I am screwed. I am f*cked. Totally and royally fucked up and dead. I shouldn't exist anymore!

“I’m fine, really. There’s no need to worry.” “No need to worry?” Amara repeated, dropping onto the edge of my bed with a huff. “You were out cold for two days, Kamrynn. Two days! We thought…” She trailed off, shaking her head as if banishing the thought. Tiona set the tray on the bedside table and crossed her arms, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Luna Rmonica called everything off after we found you. The final day and night of the festival didn’t happen. She didn’t want anyone celebrating while you were like that.”

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

I wanted to say something, I really wanted to tell him that there was a mistake, or even a set up… but when I opened my mouth, nothing could come out. “Just like I suspected.” Damon murmured, his hands curled into fists beside him. His body trembled like he was on the edge of exploding. He turned sharply toward the door. “The Bloodmoon” he rasped, his voice low but ringing like steel. “It is in two days… get ready milo.” My blood froze. He didn’t look at me again. He didn’t even spare Daphne a glance. He stormed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed like thunder, leaving behind his last words.

"Mr. Sumner, why aren't you asleep yet?" The sudden light was a bit harsh, causing Damon to squint uncomfortably, his gaze inscrutable. "It's nothing. I'm just thinking about some things," he answered. "It's already past 2:00 a.m. You should think about it tomorrow," the maid advised. "I understand. You should go back to bed," Damon said dismissively. Noticing Damon's unusual mood, the maid didn't press further. After using the bathroom, she returned to her room, unaware of when Damon finally went to bed. By the next morning, he had already left.

*** At the Heaven in a Spa, Amanda was sending her customer outside when Brenda Seymour her best friend came to the reception. “What happened to you? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?” Brenda asked her curiously. “Oh nothing. I was having a good chat with a friend last night when I forgot the time. We ended the call almost 2am already” she replied without thinking while yawning. “Good friend? 2am? Since when did you stay up late for a friend?” Brenda raised her eyebrows while giving her an inquisitive look. “I already told you I forgot the time, that’s why. It’s nothing” she didn’t know her cheeks suddenly became pink while trying to brush off her best friend.

He tried for the pack. He worked tirelessly trying to make things right. When he was tired, he stood up to stretch his bones. He sat in a position for too long. He got a drink from the small bar in his room. Amara had finally succumbed to la-la land. The clink of glasses woke her up. She watched Conan down a glass of wine. She didn't know when she blurted.. " You're not supposed to start the day with a drink." She closed her eyes, she was supposed to be asleep.

"I know you're hurting and can't wait to see your son, but we really have to get some sleep," Jessie said softly, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was 2.am in the morning, and there was still no sign of Damon yet. Amber stood in the middle of the room, her fingers running through her hair as she paced restlessly. "Come on, Bree. You can't keep doing this to yourself. It's past two in the morning, for crying out loud. You need to rest. We all do."

Layla's POV “Damon?” Groan “Damon, wake up” Exaggerated groan “What?”, he mumbled softly, his voice sounding sleepier than usual, and I turned the bedside lamp on “I can't sleep” “Do you have any idea what time it is?”, he turned so that his back faced me. “It's even still dark outside” “I'm aware it's 2am, I just can't sleep “You can watch me sleep then”, he turned to face me. “Can you please switch that light off? It's irritating my eyes”, he asked with his eyes forcibly shut, and I did as I was asked. He then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

Fight day. It was today. A week later has felt like a year. But it's finally here. I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to sleep, but Damon insisted, he said I need rest to be at my best today. So I'm here at 2am trying to rest since sleep has inadvertently evaded me, while Damon paces all over the house, doing goodness knows what. He's restless, I know. We all are. Even though we don't actually leave until 4pm, it's been impossible to relax.