Somebody to you
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any songs, movies or artists or phones or phone applications I refer to in this fanfiction.

A/N : Okay! Okay I know I took long to update but it has been few busy weeks. I was nominated for an Prestige Awards at work, and I got really excited and happy and nervous because it's like the Golden Globes for movies but we get Prestige awards at our work. So I was beyond nervous because I needed to get a dress and make-up and hair and just about everything. So then at the awards I was the winner. Yip you are looking at the Support Employee of the year 2015. And then after taking pictures for the local paper I fell, and I hurt my leg, maybe torn my ligaments…. But I will try to catch up ok! Back to the story! I hope you like this chapter, it's a real whirlwind with emotions and twists and turns! But less of me more of Somebody to you! Thanks for the great reviews! Keep it up!

Elena's POV

I have seen a lot of things in my life, but seeing Damon Salvatore on my front lawn, his head hung low and was that tears on his cheek? I have never seen Damon so broken if I may use the word, so vulnerable. I stop a few feet from him and his eyes connect with mine. They seem raw.

"Damon?" I ask and take a step closer when he doesn't make an effort to move. "Are you okay?" I ask and I am beyond concerned. I mean I have never seen him like this ever before and it scares me.

"Elena I promise, I'm not playing a game." He says, his voice so raw and full of emotion. "I promise this is not a game, this is all just so fucked up." He exclaims, sorry but I lost him there, what was he talking about?

I turn my head to the side because confusion always looks better from the side. "What are you talking about?" I ask taking another step towards him, he doesn't make any effort to move what so ever.

"Everything, everything is just fucked up." He repeats and I have no idea what he's talking about but having him here on my front lawn looked a bit suspicious, I mean anyone can pass my house and see him here and I doubt that he wants anyone to see him this vulnerable. I extend my hand and grab his in mine, an electric current running from his hand to mine as soon as our skin touches. I almost pull away because I am sure that I am only imagining this.

I start to pull on his hand, he needs to follow me inside, we need to talk and doing it out here was not helping. I don't care if my parents do not approve, I just needed to talk to Damon and get everything straight on what is going on. I needed to understand what he was talking about and why everything is so fucked up. I turn, with his hand still securely in mine as I start to pull him towards the front door. "Let go inside and talk." I say, I don't wait for his reply.

Sneaking into the house unnoticed was not hard at all when your parents are in the television room watching a show and the volume drowns out everything including the door opening and the creaking of the stairs. Soon we were well on our way towards my bedroom, I close the door behind me, I didn't want anyone to eavesdrop while I am having a deep conversation with Damon. I lead Damon to my bed, letting him sit down on the edge, he does so and he looks around nervously. I had never had him in my room much less another boy other than Stefan.

I pull my chair from my desk up to the bed and I sit across from him. We needed to talk face to face. I had this thing about looking into a person's eyes when speaking to them. They won't doubt my honesty and wont question my lies. "Damon what's going on?" I ask and his eyes meet mine. They are a clear blue, not something I have seen before.

"I'm trying to be your friend." He mumbles and it's almost inaudible.

"We are friends." I say taking his hand in mine and squeezing it.

"You don't understand Elena." He says as he straightens up. "Everything is just so fucked up and it's a total mess." Damon says and I can clearly see that he's frustrated. It breaks my heart to see him like this, even thou I have only ever seen him as a playboy, but this, he seems so vulnerable. I look straight into his eyes. Wait, is that a bruise forming around his left eye?

"Damon were you in a fight?" I ask and he almost automatically turns from me, verifying my suspicious. He had been in a fight, not sure with who or why. I pull my chair closer and with one hand I touch his cheek softly lifting his face to look at him. "Damon who did this?" I ask and he instantly looks to the ground. He wasn't going to tell me.

"It doesn't matter." He mumbles and I want to smack him because it does matter. Everything matters. I touch his cheek as softly as he had done this morning and I lift his gaze to me, I stare into those magnificent blue eyes, trying very hard to find the answers to my questions.

"It matters to me." I say running my thumb over the already swollen and bruised skin. I couldn't help but feel over-protective of him, I wanted to know who had done this to him and why. I would surely beat there ass or my father would. Or Stefan would. Wait might it have been Stefan who had done this. "Where's Stefan? Did he do this to you?" I ask, my brows knitted together as I wait for his answer.

Damon lightly shakes his head from side to side. "Stefan is at Tyler." Damon replies and I raise a questionable eye brow. Why would Stefan be at Tyler? And why would he not tell me?

"I spoke to him about a few minutes ago, he didn't mention anything about being over at Tyler." I say making Damon look away. There was something that he was not telling me and I didn't know why. Maybe I should not question him about it, maybe he would tell me if and when he was ready. I stroke his cheek with me thumb again and he leans into my touch automatically "You know you can speak to me?" I ask and he just closes his eyes and nods his head lightly.

"I know. Sorry for ruining your night." Damon says.

"You aren't." I say and I have this overwhelming feeling to hug Damon and that is just what I did. I removed my hand from his cheek and wrapped my arms around him. He doesn't fight against it or moan about how affectionate I am, he just melts into my touch and wrap his arms around me pulling me closer. He holds me against his strong body and by the intensity of his embrace I can tell that there is something seriously wrong but I knew I wouldn't get it out of him. And if he didn't want to tell me I would not force him. That is something that I have learned from Caroline. If someone doesn't want to tell you something don't force them. You do more harm than good.

We just stand like this and I keep him in my arms softly rubbing a soothing circle on his back with my hand. It feels so natural just to hold him like this. I know if I was upset I would want to be held like this, you just understand, no questions needs to be asked or answered.

I have to stand on the tip of my toes to rest my head on Damon's broad shoulders, I can feel his breath on the side of my neck, every once in a while sending shivers up and down my body at the close proximity of our bodies. I can feel his lips in a tight line against my neck as he just holds me. There was more to Damon that a person can see on the surface.

I pull back a bit and I can feel him fighting against it, that it's too soon to move away, too soon to let go, but I don't let go, I just need to look into those blue orbs. And when I see the tears brimming on the edges of his eyelashes I know, I just know there was something but he would tell me when he was ready. I remove my arm from him and place my hand on his cheek. The bruise turning a light shade of grey blue.

I needed to get ice for that, or it would look bad in the morning, the swelling will surely increase. I touch the bruise lightly and he flinches but doesn't move away from my touch. "Does it hurt badly?" I ask swiping my thumb over the area again.

"I have felt worse." He almost whispers and I look to the bruised flesh again moving a bit closer placing my lips to his cheek and softly kissing it like a mother would do to a child. My lips linger far longer than it should but I don't care and it might send the wrong impression. I move back and I stare into his eyes again. "You have no idea what pain I'm going through." He whispers and I frown. I didn't even think that Damon knew what pain was because he usually inflicted it onto others.

"I just don't what you to have pain, to hurt." I say and there is more meaning behind our words. Whether or not we see it I don't know because now I only think of the physical pain he is in, not knowing the true emotional pain he might be going through.

Damon inches closer, our noses touching lightly, our breath mingling together. I should not be this close to him. "At the moment there is nothing I can do to stop the pain." He says and I notice the emphasis he puts on the word 'I'. Maybe there was something that I could do but he could not.

"But what can I do?" I ask searching his eyes for an answer, any answer that could stop this pain that I can see clearly in his soul.

"Don't stop me." He breaths, I stare at him unsure of the meaning to his words, the agenda hidden behind it.

"Stop you?" I ask as I feel his hand move up my back, his palm flat between my shoulder blades, he inches it up ever so slowly and my body shivers at his touch, and then I feel his palm at the back of my neck and his skin sets me on fire, it tingles and it sets in motion that I move closer to him our lips a mere whisper away from each other.

"This…" he whispers, his lips brushing mine as he speaks the word, that single word sending my body in overload as I move closer ensuring that our lips lock completely. I know that I want this, and wanting this is so wrong, but all that I could think about was his lips, his kisses, our kiss. I wanted it so badly. When he finally notices that I am promoting this idea, I'm not moving away and that I am actually initiating this, he pulls me flush against his body as his lips move over mine, moulding together as our breathe entwine. We are breathing the same air, literally.

I don't want to stop and I can't find it in myself to stop because I just don't want to, I want to give into this, I want to give into this kiss like this is the last kiss that I will ever be sharing with someone. I feel Damon lick my bottom lip, his tongue hot and wet as it leaves a trail over my lower lip and it sends tingles right over my whole body, something so foreign to me but so inviting at the same time.

I know I am pretty new at this and I literally only had my first kiss a few days ago and this is a whole new level of intimate contact for me but it's so inviting yet it being foreign does not register in my mind. It feels so natural and I have seen people making out in movies so I just try to do what they do so I grant Damon entrance to my mouth and I can feel his tongue dart into my mouth without question or doubt. He coaches me and he strokes my tongue with his own and it feels beyond exhilarating.

I copy his movements, and I notice the small moan he tries to repress as I stroke my tongue over his pallet. He must really enjoy that, but I dare not look at him, my eyes are shut tightly as I let myself feel what I have been waiting for so long to share. I move to the side and Damon takes this chance to suck on my bottom lip, lightly nibbling at it but I slowly feel him move away, his hold not once breaking.

My mind is screaming at me to breath, to open my mouth and breath in much needed air. And that's what I do, I take in a big breath of fresh air but I can taste Damon on the tip of my tongue and I smile as I slowly open my eyes, he is looking at me, his eyes a soft sensual shade of blue, so relaxed. The one side of his mouth moves up in a one sided smile. His hand remains on the back of my neck as his other moves to my face, his fingertips ghosting over my red fleshed cheeks.

My face feels warm, I'm blushing, I know it just by the heat my head is radiating. His eyes focus on mine and there seems to be a new spark in there, a new Damon, behind all of this. I look from his eyes to his lips and they are swollen and a bit pinker then I remember them being.

I guess he took that as an open invitation to pull me to him again, I didn't push him away, I pulled him as close to me as I could and I moulded my body against his. This was wrong, I should not be doing this, I should be pushing him away not pulling him close to me. I know I am going to go to hell and I will burn but this was it. This kiss was soft and a mere peck on my lips when he completely pulls away.

I instantly miss his hand holding my neck in place, his fingertips on my cheek, but they now found a spot on my hips as he holds me there in place. "I…" he starts but he trails of, his eyes now set on mine, there is a new sense of hope twinkling in his eyes as he stares back at me.

"You?" I ask my hands now firmly holding on to his toned biceps.

"I should go." Damon says and he turns from me without a second thought. I look at him in surprise, where had that came from? Did he regret kissing me, did he regret coming to my house and talking to me.

"Stay. I mean please stay, where else would you go?" I say a bit nervously as I look to the clock on my bedside table it was past 8 already and I should almost get ready for bed but I didn't want to send him away yet. His eyes dart away for a mere second before looking back at me and he has this sad smile on his face.

"Yeah where else?" he asks and it seems like a rhetorical question but I do not miss that sadness in his eyes.

"Home." I reply giggling but I don't miss the shock in his eyes. There had to be something wrong at home, he would not react like that. Was there problems at home and that's why he and Stefan wasn't at home right now? "Damon what's wrong?" I ask and he refuses to look at me, he's looking anywhere but my eyes and that confirms my suspicion that there was indeed something wrong.

"Nothing, it's nothing okay?" he asks but I shake my head from side to side because there was indeed something.

"But you would tell me if there was something right?" I ask and only then he looks me in the eyes.

"Yeah." He replies.

Okay I needed to change the subject as soon as possible. This was going nowhere slowly. I give him a small supportive smile and I pull him towards my bed again, in this whole ordeal, of us kissing and crying he had gotten of off the bed and we were standing randomly in the middle of my room. So when we reach my bed I motion to him to take a seat and I take a seat next to him plopping down as I relax onto the mattriss. He remains up right and I watch him from where I have now laid down.

He seems a bit stiff. "You're not normally this nice to people, you know that?" I ask and he doesn't even move.

"I'm not nice to people over all." He says as he continues to stare out in front of him.

"You're nice to me." I say in a small voice and at this he turns to his side to look at me.

"If I can recall I was an ass to you a few times." He says now facing me and there is a small smile on his still swollen lips, if I could get a chance, I would kiss him again. I have decided that there would be no bad feelings tonight, there would be no yelling and screaming at myself for my shitty morals or a fucking guilt trip. I would not feel bad about something that I actually wanted.

I wanted Damon to kiss me again, all I could think about was his lips on mine and I should not feel guilty for something that I want and that I get. I mean yes I would feel guilty because I am in a relationship with Stefan but I would not drag him into this mess, this was our mess and we sorted it out, If my kiss had really helped Damon then so be it, I would not feel bad because I helped him and his pain.

I would not cry over yet another kiss that had been stolen from me and I would not cry because I feel like shit for literally cheating on Stefan. I needed to get that want for Damon out of my system and if that meant that I had to kiss him then I would do it again. This was something that I needed to get out of my own system as well and I think that now that I have done the deed I will be over it and can work on it and completely forget about it, it will just be a distant memory that I will eventually forget. I smile at that thought. One more night just enjoying Damon's company would not hurt as well.

"Well you turned that around." I reply and he just smiles as he to lay down on the bed next to me. We are now both facing the ceiling of my room. "Damon do you feel better?" I ask my eyes still fixated on the dull blue paint that decorate it.

"It feels better now but I know that it's going to hurt like a mother fucker in the morning. It will always hurt." He says and his eyes are fixed on the ceiling as well. Could a punch to the jaw always hurt? Could the hurt really continue? I frown at that thought, I know if he had broken a bone it would be something completely else and that sometimes he would still get ghost pains but a punch to the jaw?

"You really think it will always hurt?" I ask and there's a moment of silence between us, you can only hear our breathing.

"Do you regret kissing me?" the question sound foreign to me because I did not expect it, not from Damon, why would he even ask such a question.

"No." I reply as I turn to my side and then on my stomach, propping my elbows on the bed and resting my head in my palms as I look at the computer screen. It's currently of because my compute goes to sleep if I don't use it in 30 minutes. "Why?" I ask and I look to Damon, he still staring at that damn ceiling.

He sighs and turns his head to look at me. "I thought you would, seeing that you're with my brother." I frown at this, did he really have to remind me because I am trying really hard not think of that right not.

"Don't, let's just not talk about that right now." I say turning to the side and look to my discarded phone. "Let's just be Elena and Damon, like yesterday…" I say turning back to him and he's looking straight into my eyes his mouth slightly open.

"Okay I won't send you on a guilt trip." He says, I feel one of his hands on my side and then I am on my back next to him my head resting on the bicep or was it his chest? Not sure. But I move a bit closer and now we are right next to each other our sides touching, my head resting on his arm which is holding me. "The world can wait till later." He says but I can't see his face so staring at the ceiling was the next best option.

"Why are you like this with me? I have never seen you like this with anyone else." I start because the room was now ours, it was an Elena and Damon safe zone. I could ask him some questions and he would answer them truthfully right?

"I can't really explain it." Damon replies. I take a deep breath as I awkwardly let my hand flip flop all over the place until Damon grabs my hands and then let it rest on his chest and the other on my stomach and he keeps them there in a soft yet firm grip, I relax into his touch.

"You're so human to me, so soft and kind, so open… With the other people you're closed off, a brick of ice that fire can't even melt." Maybe it wasn't the right thing to say but I just hear him take in a deep breath.

"Leaving yourself open is not safe, anyone can take advantage of that." He says, maybe he was this open to someone before and he got hurt, maybe she didn't feel the same way as he did. Maybe he was hurt.

"And you think I am a safe choice?" I ask turning my head somewhat to look at him.

"You won't take advantage of me." He says and there is a hint of humour in his voice. But it's true I could and would never take advantage of him. "And your one of the only girls at our school that's not into me." He says and that is followed with a chuckle. I give a quiet giggle but look back to the ceiling.

"Have you ever been in-love?" I ask moving closer to his side, this could be seen as cuddling and if anyone was to walk into the room right now I would be so dead, but it felt so natural to be here with Damon. I felt safe.

"Once, maybe, I don't know." He answers and he seems truly confused by his answer. I turn on my side and rest my chin on his chest as I look at him. "Are you in love with Stefan?" he asks, and I know he doesn't mean to send me into a spiralling depression and guilt trip, he's just asking.

"I like Stefan." I say because yes I did like him, I found him attractive and he was completely perfect for me.

"Are you in love with him?" Damon repeats his question and I am staring into his eyes.

"Yes." That's a lie and I know it. I mean I didn't even know how it felt to be in love how could I know that I am in love with Stefan if I didn't even know how it felt.

Damon gives me a half-hearted smile then he looks back at the ceiling. "Sorry about tonight." Damon whispers and my eyes focus on him yet again because why is he apologizing. "You obviously like my brother and I am really complicating everything, and ….Shit sorry Elena." Damon said his voice is strained. "Can we just maybe forget anything happened? Can we go back to normal? Can we be friends?" he asks but I know he's finding it difficult to speak to me.

"Damon…" I start but he shakes his head from side to side to stop me.

"We are friend, and if that's all I can get then I'll take it." He says and he's just so confusing.

"We are friends." I repeat his words but he still refuses to look at me.

"So let's just be friends and act normal forget everything." He says and I nod my head even thou I know he's not watching me but he can feel my movement. "I'm sorry." He continued and this was really pushing me and pushing me towards that guilt trip that I am trying very hard to avoid. But it was inevitable. The silence filled the room, I had nothing more I could say as I am consumed by my guilt and despair, and Damon, I'm not sure he knew what to say, or if he had anything to say.

I woke up still wearing the dress I wore the previous night. I felt so bad, and I didn't mean sick. I wanted to cry because avoiding that guilt trip was the worst thing that I could have done. Somewhere in our awkward silence we had fallen asleep and I was plagued with nightmare. Endless nightmares that Stefan found out, that Stefan knew. And he knew I enjoyed the kiss, my guilt was eating me up.

So getting ready for school and packing my bag was interrupted every now and again by me retrieving a tissue and drying my guilty tears. I was so fucked. I don't know where Damon had disappeared of to, I don't even know when he left and how he left but he was nowhere in my room and I was actually worried about where he could be, was he safe. Was he okay. Did my parents find him in my bed and chase him away? I'm sure I would have been woken up if that had happened.

I can't tell you that I was happy when I woke up and I couldn't find him, I was sad to tell you the truth and that made my guilt even worse. I grab at my phone, ignoring the Black Berry Messenger messages and going straight to my Whatsapp Icon, that green icon calling to me like a flame to a moth, I scroll down until I find the name I am searching for.

'Damon?' I send the message and look at the screen for a few seconds longer. I needed to get down stairs, I needed to get to school. I place my phone in my pocket of my jean shorts and grab my backpack. I hope I remembered to pack all my book.

I fly down the stairs and I don't even bother to look into the kitchen where I know my parents are. I just yell my farewell because I am late. Okay I wasn't late, I was just having a bad morning, and feeling guilty and worried and feeling guilty that I am worrying over the wrong person was not the best feeling.

My phone vibrates and I snatch it from my pocket and look to the screen. 'Elena?' Was his only reply, I felt like crying, I knew he was okay but still it felt like I had a mini heart attack when I could not find him this morning.

'When did you leave? I was worried sick?' I reply, my fingers flying over the touch screen of my phone.

'I left around 5.' Why did he seem so casual about the whole thing? I mean seriously I was worried sick and he just casually says that he left me and my house at 5 this morning. 'Why were you worried?' I look at the screen complety wordless.

Why was I worried? 'I fell asleep next to you, I woke up and you weren't there, I couldn't find you!' came my reply, he reads my message but he doesn't start to reply, I raise a brown, maybe he was driving or busy and he would reply later. Right? Sure.

I kept on walking to school waiting for his reply, waiting for his message but I don't get one. By the time I get to school, I am 5 minutes from being late. I went from worried to angry as I look over the parking lot and there is the Camaro, Damon is on the bonnet speaking to Ric and Tyler Lockwood. I shake my head from side to side. I don't even know why I was worried in the first place. I mean he shouldn't even have slept at my house in the first place, he should have not slept in my bed, next to me. I should not have been worried about him. And my guilt only got worse because I was worried about the wrong fucking brother.

Damon was right last night, we were friends, we would act normal and we would forget anything had ever happened. I had no right to be worried about him or angry at him because he was not replying to my message. I had no right. Maybe he just wanted to make that clear to me. Maybe this was his way of telling me we are going back to normal. Because I am dating his brother.

I stop for a moment as I look over the lot of cars. Damon is on the one side talking away with his friends, Stefan is on the opposite side of the lot and he's busy speaking to my friends. What kind of boyfriend would do that, put up with your friends? Stefan looks over to me and as soon as he sees me he gives me a smile and he waves, for a few seconds he turns to Bonnie and Caroline and then all three are looking my way waving at me.

I had a perfect boyfriend with great friends. Why would I want to give that up?

I walk over to them and smile, I know that my eyes are a bit swollen and the closer I get to them the harder it gets for me to breath. But I take in a deep breath… It doesn't taste like Damon. That's a good thing.

"Elena, hey you're late!" Bonnie starts as I get to them and I give her a one sided hug as I smile sheepishly at my friend.

"Yeah sorry bout that." I say as I move to the blonde and before she pulls me in for a hug she gives me a disgusted look.

"You look like shit." I glare at her, and I swear I could just punch her in the face right now. But I hug her nether the less because I know that she means good.

Before I have a snarky remark for my blonde friend Stefan pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. "She's still beautiful to me." He said as he smiles at me and he actually moves closer to me and then his lips meet mine in a soft kiss. I stand there in complete shock and completely still as he pulls away opening his eyes to give me a warm smile. Did Stefan just kiss me? Was that supposed to be my first kiss? That was not what I expected.

I open my mouth to say something, to thank him for his compliment but the more I try to say something the more I block up. I just could not say anything.

"Elena?" Bonnie asks and she actually looks worried as she stares at me, I glance at her and then at Stefan who still has that smile on his face, like there is nothing wrong in the world and this is something that he does every single day. I look to Caroline and she is beyond excited, I can literally see fireworks going off in her eyes. I look past her, because there I can see Damon looking at our group.

His eyes hard as they focus in on me and I am not sure what I should do, and why I feel guilty. Why would I feel guilty if my boyfriend kissed me?

"I need to go to class." I say and I just turn on the ball of my feet and rush into the school building, not waiting for another word, or anyone to follow behind me. I just don't fucking know what just happened because I just went completely blank. There was nothing in my vocabulary, not even one single word that I could utter. There was no thought I could conjure up.

I rushed into my first class, English Lit and I sat down at my chair. I needed to regroup. I needed to get it together. I am all over the place and I don't even have a reason why. I sit down and I take in a deep breath as I blankly look at the blackboard in front of me. I know I didn't have class with either Stefan or Caroline or Bonnie. I just could not face them now.

What would I even say? What would I tell my friends what's going on with me? I look up as the teacher walked into our class and I just kind of spaced. And by that I mean I fell from my chair and I fainted on the floor.