Hello, everyone! This is the VERY demanded (sequel?) oh, whatever, I don't know what it is. All I know is everyone wanted a story for "A Rose for Elena" so here you go! Welcome to "Make You Feel My Love"

You gremlins better enjoy it! Nah... I'm just kidding (or am I?) I put a lot of hard work into this and I already have the other chapters planned out (literally, I have it wrote down) so, it won't be too long before it's over!

Go check out my beta though: Salvatoreboys4ever

The crowd moved like a multi-headed beast that shared only one brain. Their thoughts were in lock-step as much as their feet. Their shoes smacked against the bottom of the bleachers as they stood up to cheer at the football game in front of them. Damon looked through the bottom of the bleachers and through everyone's feet to look at the smiling brunette cheering on the other side. He gave a crooked smile when she laughed, showing off those pearly whites to the world, at her blonde friend. He watched in awe as his heart raced in his chest at the mere sight of her. She was an angel, he wished she was his angel.

He had to remind himself that this wasn't creepy. Peeking through bleachers under people's feet to watch the girl he was in love with secretly, wasn't creepy in any way. Even if he did it every game. He was admiring. He was loving from afar. It wasn't about her body in that tight cheerleading outfit, even if it was a sight to see, it was about seeing her happy. There was never a time when she was cheerleading with a frown upon her face. It was always a smile.

He sighed and turned away from the sight of her. He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't have come. No matter how you looked at it, it oddly suspicious that a boy was watching a girl like this. Besides, he couldn't see her anymore. Everyone had sat down once more and the bleachers was packed, so there was no seeing around them. It was one of the biggest games of the year. Both sides of the field was packed with cheering people for their school.

If he was being completely honest, he didn't know why he was here. Watching Elena be happy without the idea of being caught by the airhead jocks that followed her, seemed promising. But, now it just felt wrong and out of place. What good would it do, anyway? All he's continued to do is gawk over a girl that doesn't even know he exists. What a love sick, pathetic fool he was. It would make more sense if he came to watch Stefan, as he was on the team, and go out and be on the stands like a normal person. But, he didn't want to see Stefan or the game. It would be a little weird if he stared at this one girl the entire game. People would look at him like he was crazy. As if, he wasn't already.

The game ended minutes later, and people started to exit the field. Damon turned back to the front and was ready to walk out with everyone else so he mixed in with the crowd, rather than be seen by the jocks or his little brother. He would die from embarrassment if they knew he was watching Elena and probably get hit a few times form Tyler, the boy that wants her only for sex... well, he didn't actually say that. But, he doesn't have too. Everyone sees it and everyone knows it. It infuriated Damon the way he would star at her behind when she walked away or tried to look down her shirt when she wasn't looking. But, he couldn't do anything about it. He was just plain old Damon Salvatore. Of course, if Tyler eve tried something that Elena didn't want, he wouldn't hesitate to jump in. But, if or until then, he would just sit back and watch from the sidelines, admiring her beauty from afar.

Moments later, Elena handed her pom poms to her blonde friend, no doubt asking her to hold them. The blonde nodded happily and scampered off. Damon went to leave just as every one else when he heard a voice come from the front of the bleachers.

"Are you finally going to come to The Grill with me or are you too busy with your boyfriend?" Tyler demanded, coming over to Elena, a scowl on his face. Damon turned back to the scene at the boy's voice, ready to attack if he dared to disrespect Elena. He watched as Elena sighed and turned around.

"I don't have a boyfriend, Tyler. I would appreciate it if you stopped saying that" She responded, wrapping her jacket around her arms. Even through the material, her small body still shivered from cool fall air. He wanted to wrap his arms around her tight frame and provide her with all the warmth she would ever need. Either Tyler noticed this and didn't care, or he was just a dumbass. It wasn't hard to see Elena was cold and he did nothing about it. Yet another way to prove how wrong he was for the angel.

"I don't believe it's some weird coincidence that you get stupid roses and notes in your locker every day. And, I definitely don't believe you don't know who it is. You know and I understand why you continue to protect this guy. You know I've liked you for the longest Elena. You're a cheerleader and I'm a football player. It's the perfect match" He insisted, pushing Elena to roll her eyes, annoyed. She sighed loudly, indicating she was over this conversation. It was always the same thing. Tyler trashed talk the only person that showed her such sweet gestures and would cause them to get into arguments.

"Tyler..." Elena sighed. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings when I say this but I don't like you. I never have. You're a friend to me, nothing more. I honestly don't know who leaves roses in my locker but if I did, I wouldn't tell you anyways. You get jealous and always think every guy is after me. I don't need nor want your protection. I can do it myself" Elena responded, tucking a piece if hair behind her ear, just the way Damon always loved to see. Everything about her he adored. His heart always raced at the mere thought of her bright smile and he became as clumsy as a thirteen year old.

The only way he could describe his love into words, was to say an entire ocean of ink wouldn't be enough to describe what he felt for this girl. Her eyes were a starburst of light amongst darkening dusk. They were everything and nothing at the same time. Together, her smile and eyes, were both a beautiful dream and a catastrophic nightmare.

"Whatever, Elena. Have fun with your secret admirer" Tyler spat before following the other football players to The Grill to celebrate their win. Damon watched as Elena shook her head as Tyler and the other guys rounded the corner and left the school. He made sure she was safe before quietly leaving the bleachers and walking on a road by the school. He made sure his phone was in his pocket in case his mother called to check on him, or Stefan.

He walked across the concrete before sitting on the side of it. Not many cars came this way, because there was another main road, so it was often peaceful and quiet. The trees on both sides of the road scared him at times from the scurrying creatures. He clasped his arms around the front of his knees, finding a comfortable position. He looked up at the sky, watching the bright stars, finally finding a piece of comfort and calm wash over his body. All the stress and fear vanished. In this moment, he was just himself. He didn't have to live in fear or watch his steps whenever he did something.

He hadn't noticed anyone else was there until he heard a light, "Oh" come from beside him. He turned his head over at the sound and found Elena staring down at him. A hand rested over her chest in fright and her eyes were wide. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and took a breath.

"I am so sorry. You scared the hell out of me" She said before a smile graced her lips. "I'm Elena" She said, giving a bright smile. Just being near her lights him up inside, gives him a serenity he can never know without her being close. It's like the breaths he takes aren't full when she's away or not close enough, like the smiles he smiles are incomplete somehow. Just being next to her is his favorite place in the world. It's her that creates the warmth in his soul, her that fills him full of love and keeps the fire burning in his crystal blue eyes. He wondered does she always introduce herself to strangers like this?

"Damon" He responded, giving a crooked smile of his own. He mentally laughed. The girl was so cute. She really had no idea about him. She turned behind her looking around before going back to him.

"Not to be weird or anything, Damon, but it's kind of creepy that you're out here in the middle of nowhere by yourself" She chuckled, looking at him with curiosity. He raised an eyebrow.

"You're one to talk. You're by yourself too" He said, standing up from the concrete. She looked around again, pouting her lips before looking back at him.

"It's Mystic Falls. Nothing bad ever happens here" She said, furrowing her eyebrows. He would be lying if he said he look wasn't suspicious but he would never hurt her. She didn't know that, though. She shivered before he could respond and his initial reaction was to pull off his leather jacket and wrap it around her but he didn't want to scare her by coming to close. After all, she only knew him as a stranger. She took a step closer and pulled off his jacket, softening his face at her attempt to pull the small jacket tighter against her skin. He held his jacket out to her and she shook her head.

"Oh no. I couldn't take your jacket. I don't want you to be cold" She said, giving a small smile. It made his body go warm with love. It was clear to see that she wanted to take the jacket but she was to worried about him.

"It's fine. I won't get cold. Take it." He lied and handed it to her. He didn't want to say he might get cold because then she wouldn't take it. But, if she was happy then it didn't matter if he was cold. She small at him from under her dark lashes and took the jacket that was big enough to fit over her and her small coat. Of course, the day it was going to be cold, she decided to wear the smallest one.

"Thank you" She said after she put her arms through the sleeves. She sighed happily when she smelled his musky scent and the soft plush of the inside sleeves touching her arms. She took a step closer to him.

"Why are you out here, alone?"

He shrugged. "Just enjoying the scenery" He said, looking up at the sky. Elena followed his actions and gasped at the bright stars in the sky and the moon.

He turned his head to her, tracing her feminine features with his eyes. Soft wisps of that chocolate brown hair swept and caressed the skin of her neck, jaw, cheeks, going to her lower back and around her rather beautiful, deep eyes. Those light hazel eyes rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks every time she closed her eyes, seemed to bore into him every time he looked at them and nearly lost himself. Suffering, loneliness, longing, desire; her eyes held all those deep seated emotions and many more. He learned from years of reading to learn emotions that danced like fire, licking at the walls of cerulean-glass and her definitely held huge ones. However, sometimes, like today, the fire dwindled down to smoldering ember and even he, who had gotten to know the young woman from afar, could tell what emotions were soaring just beyond those walls. Happiness.

"It's beautiful" She whispered, staring up at the sky with awe. He continued staring at her parted lips and wished he could touch her. He looked down at the ground, licking his lips. This would be the closest he ever got to her again. He took one final glance at her and nodded.

"Yeah," He agreed. "It's beautiful" He mumbled before turning back to the sky.

The next moment, Elena's phone rang, snapping her from her stare and the movement from her phone caused a small white piece of paper to fall from her jacket pocket, slipping through his jacket and onto the concrete. Damon noticed this form the corner of his eye and bend down to pick it up. She gasped when she saw what had fell and believe a huge sigh of relief when he handed it back to her. She all but snatched the folded paper from his hands before cursing under her breath and pushing it back into her jean pocket.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snatch it from you. This paper means a lot to me. And, I kind of go crazy if someone else has it or I can't find it" She murmured, tucking a piece if hair behind her ear. He had a guess on what is was but didn't want to come off as creepy.

"What is it? If you don't mind me asking" He asked, holding his hands up in surrender. She bit her lip and chuckled.

"No, I don't mind" She stared before taking a deep breath. "It's just this person, I'm guessing a guy, leaves these red roses and small love notes in my locker every day. When I first started to get them, I was confused and little scared that someone just watched me like that to know what kind of flowers I liked and where my locker even was, even if they had seen it from time to time. But, overtime, I got used to it. They would show up in my locker every morning on a school day and even on the weekends I would be so excited for that Monday when I would get another note and rose. It's such a sweet gesture and I love getting them. All I think about is who is this person and just why their doing it. I'm not saying because I'm ungrateful because I love getting them. It's just why me? There's plenty of other girls they could have given these too and I'll admit, I'm not the prettiest girl in school..." She paused, a frown on her lips. His heart ached when she said that. She was the prettiest to him. She was more beautiful than all the girls at school. Why on Earth would she see herself like that.

Her eyes filled with unshed tears after a moment. She was obviously thinking hard about the fact she didn't think she was pretty enough to deserve things like this. He wanted to reach out and console her. She was everything to him. Why does she see herself in such a terrible light? He stopped himself from wrapping her in his arms because she wasn't his to console. Plus, it would be weird a completely stranger hugged her. So, he made sure his body stood firmly in place in front of her and she stared at the ground, her face screaming pure agony.

"Elena, I haven't known you for long and I know what I think might not mean much to you but in the small amount of time that I've known you... you are the most beautiful and sweet girl I've ever met. I may not know too much about you but from what I've witnessed, you definitely deserve those roses and notes you get. Just because you see those other girls are "prettier" than you, the world, other people see differently... Have you ever actually seen what's beneath the surface of those girls, Elena?"

She shook her head.

"Then, you have your answer. Just because you see those other girls as more beautiful, which, in my opinion, I don't think that's true, but those other girls could be the meanest people alive. Just because they have a nice smile and pretty face, doesn't mean anything Elena. Those girls might be selfish, rude, arrogant and unkind on the inside when in reality all they do is smile to hide their true personalities. And, from what I've seen, your nice, thoughtful, kind, smart, loyal, beautiful and selfless. And, in my opinion, you are the girl most deserving of those gestures. It's not just because I think you're beautiful but because you're the exact opposite of other teenage girls. Beauty goes a lot deeper than the surface. And, you definitely have both..." He trailed off, staring into her sparkling hazel eyes. He walked closer and slid his fingers under her jawline, cupping her face.

"Don't ever lose that. Your compassion is what makes you and it's what sets you apart from everyone else. Not just in high school. Grown people pride their selves on being heartless like it's a thing to show off. But, you... you're different. And, that is what makes you beautiful. More than everyone else. Don't turn away from that..." He mumbled before his defenses quickly went back up. He dropped his hands from her skin and sighed.

"But, that's just my opinion" He pursed his lips before clenching his jaw. "Who even told you that you weren't pretty?" He demanded, clenching his fists so tight his knuckles turned white and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent.

She bit down on her lip. She didn't want to say but the words just feel from her lips. "Some of the boys and girls at school. I wouldn't sleep with the boys and they called me ugly. I didn't really believe it at first because I knew that they were just trying to knock down my confidence but they kept saying it so much that I start to believe it. And, the other girls were jealous that a bunch of the boys wanted me so they said I was ugly too and spread rumors that I screwed the whole football team and they all went along with it. I hate being popular. I just wanted to do a sport and live my life in peace but I can't even do that. At least I have my best friends though. They have my back so I'm thankful for them" She shyly said, clutching the leather tighter.

"Don't listen to them," He seethed, images flashing through his head of punching all the douchebag football team members for what they said about Elena. He honestly had never heard of this rumor before but then again, the only person he talked to was Stefan and his brother never liked to get involved with drama. He wasn't surprised Stefan hadn't said anything. He began to open his mouth and spit out words he had only dreamed of saying about the Timberwolves footballs team when Elena interrupted him.

"I won't... I mean, I don't anymore. I've stopped listening to them and I would be lying if I said it still didn't hurt from time to time but I've started to only care about what I think. I've even asked my family and they all said they think I'm beautiful, even my brother. And, what you said really made me want to cry. I've never heard something so sweet..." Elena said, shaking her head, her gaze pointed to the ground. She looked back up and for a second, he thought she finally put all the dots together but sighed in relief when she hadn't.

"Thank you, Damon" She mumbled before quickly moving and the next thing he knew, her arms were around his waist and her head was resting on his chest. In seconds her body is molded to his own, sharing her body heat as easily as she shares her heart. He could, wouldn't let another close to him like this, but she's so different. He's never known a person to always have the right motivations, such innocent intentions. There's a purity to her, naivety perhaps, but she's the only flower in the meadow for his eyes.

His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around her frail body. The world around her melted away as she squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. His hands rested on her back, warming her skin through her clothes. Something shifted inside of her. A weird feeling that she never got before. She belonged there. With him. But, that was absurd. She didn't know this boy... this man? She didn't even know how old he was. All she knew was his first name.

But, in this moment, as cheesy as it sounded... she felt complete. The entire world fell away in his arms and she had never felt safer than right here in his embrace. The feeling confused but excited her. It was the feeling she got when she read those notes and smelled the roses. A part of her wondered and wished that it was Damon that put all those things in her locker. She pushed those thoughts away and enjoyed the moment while it lasted.

She pressed closer to his body as much as she could, pressing her cheek into his upper chest. She giggled at how small she was compared to him. The sound Damon found adorable and smiled into her hair as they rocked silently back and forth. His fingers found a way into her hair, straightening out the chocolate strands, occasionally rubbing his fingertips against her scalp making her whimper.

"You're such an angel" He mumbled without realizing he said it. He didn't even notice the words slipped form his mouth. Elena smiled into the material of his shirt, a sense of calm and happiness wash over her body. "My angel"

Elena's eyes shot open in shock before the words set in, tugging at her heartstrings. She wanted to cry from joy and never leave this man's arms, or his jacket. In the first few minutes with him, she felt closer to him than she ever had with another person in her life. Her parents and brother was all a different type of love, platonic and caring as it felt to most people. But, this type of emotion felt like a drug that she never wanted to stop using.

And, all too soon, it ended.

The car horn made the pair snap their heads up at the sound and Damon jumped back as her parents crossed the bridge. Still a half a mile away. Elena stared at the car, licking her lips in disappointment. She turned back to Damon and found him inches away from her lips. She gasped at the sight and thought he would kiss her the way she wanted but instead, he rubbed his finger across her cheekbones, setting her skin ablaze and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, Elena"

He whispered before disappearing into the woods.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Tell me what you think. I'm so excited!

I will update "Bottom of The Ocean" later today as well.

BTW, before anyone says something... having a leather jakcte doesn't make you cool. There's plenty of girls and boys at my school that wear leather jackets and their not considered 'cool' so having one doesn't make you popular. Just imagine Damon as a lot less hot (as if) and that's him right now. And, Damon, went through the woods to take a short cut home.

What did you think of the very demanded (sequel? LOL, I don't know what it is) I can't wait to hear your thoughts. Love you all.

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