Here's the next chapter, sorry I didn't post it yesterday. I had this new TVD story form in my head call You're My Humanity. But anyway here's this chapter with a sweet SK moment and it's longer too! Enjoy.
A few hours later and I was back in my apartment and flicking through channels endlessly on my TV. The only thing that entered my thoughts was how Stefan had been so broken earlier yet he had let me put my arms around him and comfort him. I smiled at the memory, it was the closest Stefan had allowed me to be to him ever since I had came back.
There was slight knock at the door and my body tensed as I made my way to the door. Hesitantly, I turned the door handle and my body immediately relaxed when I seen Stefan's Italian features behind the wooden door frame. Stefan's face still held the same expression from earlier but I smiled, he was here. Stefan Salvatore had come to see me.
"What are you doing here, Stefan? Did you finally realise you're undying love for me?" I teased, trying to ease the tension that was between us. Even though I was teasing a part of me still hoped that just maybe he might have realised what I have known all this time, that he loved me.
"No, surprisingly Katherine." He said a smirk slowly forming on his face and I could tell that I was back to the usual snarky self that he was used to. "When will you realise that I don't love you and never will." Stefan said as he closed the distance between us and looking into my eyes, hoping that I would believe the lie that he had told himself for all these years.
"Then why keep a picture of me for a hundred-forty-five years. Stefan?"
He didn't answer, he was stuck and completely motionless. Even he couldn't come up with an excuse to why he had kept that picture from 1864. If he despised me like he said he did, then why keep the picture? You don't keep pictures of people you hate. Stefan shook his head slowly before he turned around and started to walk away from me. I reached out to grab his arm to stop him from leaving but he turned back around to face me, the smirk back on his face. I quickly dropped my arm to my side hoping that he didn't see that my arm had been outstretched, I didn't like being so vulnerable.
"Look, Katherine the only reason I came here was because I had nowhere else to go. I just thought that since you loved me and everything, you might just show me a little sympathy." Stefan let his words hung for a minute and I bit my lip nervously, I wanted to show him sympathy and the love that I felt for him but I was just too scared to feel again.
"But I guess I was wrong." Stefan said, his face inches away from mine and I could swear my 'breathing' had changed to a ragged pace instead of it's usual pace.
I didn't know what had made this sudden change in Stefan, maybe he was playing me? Maybe he was this close because he seen me as Elena? Or just maybe he could see me for who I was and maybe this was him finally admitting his feelings? I didn't know and though it would be nice to find out the answer, I didn't want to ruin this moment with him.
Stefan turned around the smirk still on his lips and still the question played in my head. What the hell was he playing at? He waved his hands in the air dismissively and just as he was about to leave, I sped in front of him and blocked him from leaving. I didn't want him going anywhere and if he had nowhere else to go, how could I deny him a place to stay? If I had any opportunity to show him my humanity and that I loved him, it would be now.
I didn't know how do it though without becoming entirely human like I had earlier with him in the Salvatore Boarding House. I was too scared to switch it on again, I didn't even know how I switched it off last time. I hated feeling like that. I liked being inhuman with no rules and just fun and games for the rest of forever. I just prayed that there could be a balance between the two.
"You can stay here. There's a spare bedroom, next to my room." I whispered, avoiding eye contact with him. I didn't like him seeing me so vulnerable, I liked being the one in charge and the one with the authority.
"Thank you, Katherine." The smirk on his face turned into a smile and I couldn't help but return it. "I know being nice is hard for you."
Playfully, I punched him in the arm and he pretended to be hurt and I couldn't stop the giggle that followed. This was how it was supposed to be me with me and Stefan, laughter, love and though sometimes we'd fight we would always make it through. Me and Stefan were right and I would one day accept it, I knew he would.
"Be careful, Katherine. You're humanity's showing." My smiled faded and this time when I punched him, I intended it too hurt. When he clutched his hand to his side and groaned, I knew that it had hurt him and now I was smiling for a whole new reason. If he didn't make me feel embarrassed and stupid every time I tried to show that I cared then I wouldn't be having this problem with him.
Stefan walked past me before walking into the spare bedroom. Once he was out of sight, I shut the apartment's door behind me. I heard the door shut of the spare bedroom and I couldn't help laugh, any minute now. Stefan groaned and muttered something unintelligible under his breath and I covered my mouth to hide a giggle that escaped my mouth.
"Katherine! This is room is stinking! Not to mention it doesn't even have a duvet, sheets or bloody pillows!" His head peered through the door, a smile still etched upon his angelic features.
"Hey, most guests I have that stay here, stay in my bed which is also open to you if you like." I smirked before jumping on the chair and flicking on the TV. He shook his head and I let the laugh that I had been holding in escape me and to my surprise he laughed with me. The moment was indescribable, it was perfect and flawless. Even though it was only a small thing, I knew that I would carry it with me for the rest of my damned life.
I stopped laughing and so did he. I stared at him for a moment and just memorised everything about his face, every line and every feature. Stefan's eyes were looking back at me in the same way I was looking at him and for a moment, I smiled. His face soon grew serious and he looked away from me.
"Just because we're laughing, doesn't mean we're falling in love all over again." He said it with a smirk but I could hear the seriousness in his words. He slammed the door shut and I could hear him starting to clean the mess up in his room.
Stefan had said we weren't falling in love all over again but I couldn't help but think that we were.
Hours later, Stefan had finally cleaned the room and he had found a complete new matching bed set. When he had came out of the spare bedroom which was now his room, he had been annoyed about much mess had actually been in there. But at the time all I had cared about was hot he looked as a grease monkey.
I glanced out of my bedroom window, I could hear Stefan moving in the room next door and I smiled to myself, he was finally here with me. The moon hung in the night's sky and I remembered the night where I had faked my own death and where I promised Stefan that we would be together again. I still held on to that promise and I always would until we were actually together again.
I shut the curtains and climbed into bed. I listened out for Stefan's breathing but there was nothing to be heard, except for the rustling of papers. I couldn't believe how much of a relationship me and Stefan had built in a day. He and Elena had broke up, I had comforted while he cried and now he was here, living with me because he couldn't bare to go back to the Boarding House to see Damon with Elena.
A quiet knock on the door disturbed my thoughts and I jumped slightly at the sound. Smirking, Stefan entered my room and I never felt so human and somehow exposed in my life. He looked at me with the familiar look in 1864 when I first stepped out of the carriage. Stefan smiled sweetly before the smirk returned and I couldn't help but feel that he was fighting everything between us even more so than he did before.
"Did I scare you?" He chuckled.
"What the hell happened to being all broody and depressed that your brother stole your girl." I asked, dodging the question as I sat up in my bed and let the duvet fall back down around my hips. Truthfully, he was scaring me but not in the way he thought he was. He was scaring me because he was making me feel human and no matter what I did at times, it just wouldn't switch off.
When I had mentioned Damon and Elena, I immediately regretted it. A look of pain of loss and sadness appeared on his face but he cleared it away as quick as he could but he didn't fool me.
"So why are you here?" I whispered, secretly scared of the answer.
"I…um…I was just..ah… wondering if I …" I had never seen him so lost for words before and I actually found it cute and adorable. Stefan Salvatore was making me love him even more and he didn't even know it.
"I'm sorry, Stefan but I don't speak monkey." I giggled and his face turned to a bright crimson, that I didn't think was possible for a Vampire. Stefan shook his head, the annoyance clearly on his face.
"You know what? Never mind." He practically growled the words at me.
As soon as he placed his hand on the door handle, I was stood behind him in a flash. Stefan turned around to face me and I pressed him back against the wall, preventing him from leaving this room.
"I'm sorry… What is it? What do you want to ask me?" I breathed against his skin and all I wanted to do was kiss him and just show him how much I loved him but I knew that would only make him even angrier with me.
"I was going to ask if I could maybe share your bed with you tonight because the spare bedroom smells ..well, disgusting but it's fine. I'll just sleep on the couch instead." His words were quieter than a delicate whisper and I knew that he felt exposed asking me if he could stay here tonight.
Stefan tried to push me away but I stepped back slowly, giving him a little more room. I had to put space between us before I ruined everything that I had accomplished with him today. Stefan stared at me and his eyes burned with a familiar intensity that I knew was currently in mine.
"Stefan, you don't have to sleep downstairs." I reached out to grab his hand gently with mine and Stefan looked down at our hands, confusion written on his face.
"Stay." I could practically hear the begging in my voice but right now, I didn't care. I honestly, wanted him to stay here with me tonight. I was sure nothing would happen between us, he was still too messed up about Elena but I still wanted him to stay and just be with me.
"Stefan, stay with me tonight. You can stay." I pulled our hands towards me as I walked back towards the bed.
Stefan nodded and his brow was furrowed on his head, he didn't know if this was a good idea and neither did I but what could possibly go so wrong? I dropped his hand and climbed into bed. Stefan watched me for a minute before he slowly climbed into the bed too. He turned away from me, so all I could see was his back but I couldn't help but smile.
Stefan was in the same bed as me and that was an accomplishment within its self but even though today had been full of success, it was only the beginning. Stefan was broken about Elena but he loved me, I know he did and I wasn't going to give up. I was never going to give up.
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