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Chapter 7 we saw Elena's view of the premier, now it's time for Damon's. This is a big milestone and event in there fucked up relationship, so we thought it was best to have
2 chapters 1 in each pov so we can get the thoughts and feelings from both of them :).
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DamonPov:
I could hear a noise in the distance somewhere but I didn't wanna open my eyes, until I realize it's my cell. I jump out of bed and grab it from my dresser at the other side of my bedroom, I don't look at the caller I.D I just answer it.
"Hello," I answer non enthusiastically.
"I hope your not still sleeping Salvatore, after I've been woken up by a delivery guy," Elena's pretty voice booms down the phone.
Good to know my gift got there, I called the place late last night and arranged it. I want her to feel pampered and special today but relaxed... she needs to be relaxed.
"What? Huh, Elena is that you?" stupid question "Shit what time is it?," I mumble confused.
I hear her familiar giggle and it makes me smile. "It's nearly ten, I'm just calling to say thank you for this stuff you've had sent for me, it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done," she tells me.
What the fuck? No one has ever done anything like that for her before? She deserves the best and I intend on giving it to her for as long as she will allow me too. It's as simple as that people.
"No problems, like I've told you. Anything to put a smile on your face Gilbert."
"Well I gotta go, things to do and all that," she claims.
"Ok I'll see you tonight, six on the dot."
"That you will, bye." she says and hangs up.
I throw myself down on the bed backwards with the biggest smile on my face ever, I would be the happiest man alive if I could wake up to Elena's voice every morning. I mean I would be even happier if I woke up to HER every morning but beggars can't be choosers and all that, I'll take what I can get for the time being.
As I'm laid on my bed it hits me and realisation sets in that tonight I'm gunna have the most beautiful woman on my arm. I've been to dozens of premiers and I've had dates to all of them but none that I like as much as I like Elena Gilbert. There is something about her that draws me in, she captivates me in so many ways. I just don't wanna fuck this up, whatever we have got going on is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time... if not thee best thing.
I get up and start to pace the length of my room, I'm so nervous all of a sudden. This is a huge step for us... well a huge step for Elena, she isn't used to this lifestyle, the cameras, the celebrities I don't know how she'll react. I don't want her to hate me again for dragging her to something she loathes. Maybe we don't have to go to the premier, maybe I could arrange something just as special but more intimate for just the two of us.
I'm so screwed!
I need some support and advice, there's only one person who can help me right now and that's Stefan. Elena has worked with him for many years, they're friends... he knows her more than I do. Hopefully he can shed some light on this whole situation. I dial his number and he answers on the fourth ring.
"Hey bro, what's up?" he questions.
"Why would you think somethings up?" I quiz back to him.
"Because it's Wednesday, the day of the Twilight premier and probably yours and Gilbert's first date," he says smugly.
I laugh nervously "I need your help," I admit.
He gasps dramatically "You need my help? I always thought it was the other way round," he jokes "okay what do you need?"
"Is there any chance you can come round? I'm freaking out."
"Your in luck, it happens to be my day off today. I'll be there in thirty"
"Thanks Stef, you wanna pick up some coffee and bagels too? Don't worry I'll pay you back," I laugh and so does Stef. He is such a tight ass with money it's unreal.
"Okay, no problems. See you soon." he hangs up.
The next half and hour goes by with me showering, just as I get out and throw on some shorts when there's a knock on my door. I wrap the towel around my neck and go answer it... of course it's Stefan. He is stood there with some coffee's and a big bag of bagels, I move to the side to let him through.
He places everything down on top of the kitchen unit and hands me a coffee. He looks me up and down.
"You could've dressed," he states.
I look down at myself "I'm wearing shorts, what the fuck?"
He shakes his head "never mind, so what help could I possibly give to the man that knows it all and has it all?"
I take a seat on one of the stools at the breakfast counter "Elena; I don't know much about her. You on the other hand... do."
He smirks at me "The hot shot movie star wants women advice from his ikkle brother," he squeezes my cheeks "how cute."
"Get off me you douche," I smack his hands "I'm serious Stefan. I really like her, she's important to me."
He takes a couple of bagels out, passes me one and starts eating one himself "I'm sorry. I was insensitive. I wasn't sure if you were serious about her. I mean you haven't got the best track record when it comes to the," he pauses "female species," he finishes.
I glare at him. "Why do you gotta bring up old shit?"
"I'm just saying, if you want to do something with Elena you're going to have to change the way you work within a relationship, for instance, staying loyal."
I roll my eyes. "I'm already doing that. I haven't slept with anyone since this whole thing started and that's a long time for me." I let him know.
He keeps stuffing his face.
"Hey, do you think Elena has... you know, been with anyone since this week started?"
Stefan scoffed. "I don't think Elena's been with anyone since Matt."
"Matt? Who the hell is Matt?"
"Elena's ex."
"Oh. Were they serious?" I asked trying to be nonchalant about it.
"Three years."
My eyes widened, but I composed myself quickly.
Three years? That's a long fucking time to be in a relationship with someone. "Why'd they break up?" It had to be some reason.
Stefan shrugged. "Elena would probably castrate me if I put all her business out there... and I like my balls."
I rolled my eyes. He was probably right though.
"So have you told her about Friday? Is she coming down with us?" Stefan questioned.
I nodded.
"Cool, cool. That'll be fun." He rubs his hands together and then abruptly he nearly shouts. "You know what would be even more fun, dude? If she brought her sister Katherine."
I looked at him weirdly. "Is 'fun' the word you really want to use? I mean, why would it be fun?"
"You've obviously never seen the two of them together with a few shots in their system." he chuckled.
"Obviously." I said dryly. "But wait, you think I'm taking Elena there to get her drunk?" I said.
Stefan rolls his eyes. "No, Damon. You can get a girl drunk here in New York." He scoffs. "I'm just saying, there's Founders Day, but that's only one day. What else do you plan on doing? It just seems logical that we go to the Grill or something. She'll love it, trust me."
I thought about it for a minute. He was probably right about that too. Besides Elena would most likely be more comfortable and have more fun with Katherine there.
"Think about it Dame. Anyway, when are you supposed to get Elena?"
"Six." I gulp.
Stefan chuckles. "Oh my gosh, you're seriously fucking nervous! Wow, this one is for the books."
"Shut up." I really didn't have to start getting ready for a while. Showering and putting on a suit and tie doesn't take too long. It almost made me feel bad for women. I always heard about women scattering around trying to find the right outfit and shoes, and make up and blah blah blah. Not that Elena needs any of that shit. She's absolutely perfect the way she is.
"You know, this might actually score you huge points with Elena. She goes on a lot about this Twilight shit and Robert Pattinson. She practically drools over that man."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Yeah, well she's with me tonight. She's not gonna have that fucker on the brain."
Stefan laughs. "I feel ya, man. Claim your woman."
She's not my woman yet, but she shall be very soon.
"Dude, I don't know how you can not... fuck the shit out of her." he says with true confusion.
Okay, I don't fucking like that shit; Stefan thinking about Elena that way.
"Don't get me wrong," Stefan says once he sees my glare. "I don't have any sexual interest in her what-so-ever, but you can't help but notice the beauty there. And from the way you talk about her, man... I'm just saying that I admire your restraint."
I stare at him curiously. "Yeah, well it's all about respecting Elena's wishes." I tell him. "If it were up to me..." I trail off.
No, I would not have carelessly screwed Elena by now, that is not what I'm saying. However, if we didn't have the validity of the article to uphold, I surely would've have taken Elena out on a few dates by now. I chuckle at the thought of courting; something I've never done, or even thought of doing.
"If it were up to you, you would of 'hit that' already?" Stefan assumes.
"No I'm not saying that at all, I would of maybe pushed my luck a bit further than I'm doing at the moment," I sip my coffee "but Elena's one tough cookie and if we weren't doing this article, I have no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't even look at me let alone give me some."
Stefan booms a laugh "You got it bad bro. Listen... Gilbert isn't that bad," he takes a seat next to me "she just takes no shit from anybody."
"Don't I know it, tonight is real important for me. I have this feeling that she's gunna hate every single minute of it." I run my fingers through my hair "Since we kissed things have-"
"You kissed?" Stef interrupts me.
"Uhh huh," I mumble.
He slaps me on the back "You kept that fucking quiet. I never saw that coming so soon, to say she loathed your ass last week," he states.
"She loathed me?" I said to myself more than Stefan "This is a bad idea. I have to cancel; I can't throw her into a world she knows nothing about and have her hate me all over again when we're making some kind of progress, I can't lose her Stefan."
Just the thought of never being able to see or speak to Elena Gilbert again makes me feel sick. I start to have palpitations and my breathing starts to get staggered and as I stand up from the chair my knees give way and I'm now on my ass. Stefan gets up and is by my side quickly.
"Damon, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks and I don't really know what's wrong with me. I throw myself back so I'm laid out on my hardwood floor "fuck Damon" Stef shouts and takes my arms to pull me back up.
"I-I'm okay," I say when I see the panic in his eyes.
"I'm gunna call 911, you don't look good." He searches for his cell.
"I don't fucking need 911, you have to call Elena and cancel tonight. Tell her I'll take her out for dinner instead. I can't take her to the premier, it's gunna ruin everything. If I take her... someone else will catch her eye and then she'll leave me. I'll have nothing, I'll be nothing without her..." I ramble on panicking till I feel something hit me in the face.
"Calm-the-fuck-down. Jesus Christ Damon, I thought you were having some kind of heart attack."
"Did you... just hit... my fucking face?" I snarl "don't do that shit again," I order and push him.
He shoves me back "you were being ridiculous, I only gave you a tap. You were freaking out."
I stand up and start to pace " yeah I'm freaking out. You have no idea of how important she is to me, or how I feel about her. I have never and I mean NEVER felt this way about anybody before, not even Isobel Flemming."
Isobel was my first girlfriend, I was young and stupid at the time I thought I loved her. She turned out to be a right psychotic bitch. But that's a whole other story for a different time.
"You and Isobel were together like years Damon, you said you loved her. Does that mean that your in love with Gilbert?" Stef quizzes.
"No! I don't know... maybe" I fling myself down on my couch "I'm screwed. I don't know if I love her. Is that even possible? To love someone after four days?"
"I believe it is possible, if it's the right woman for you," Stef says like he know what he's talking about.
"How in the hell would you know? Have you even had a relationship? Like a proper one."
He glares at me "Yes I have actually, remember Jules? I was with her over a year."
"Oh wow, a year. And you were not in love with her, she was a weird chick."
"She wasn't weird; she was down right fucking mental," he adds.
"Listen, never mind all that shit. Lets get back to the matter in hand... Elena."
"Well she ain't gunna kill you, so I suggest you just go take a shower and calm down. Unless you want to be a nervous wreck in four hours when you see her."
"It's two already? Shit where'd the time go? Fuck, fuck, fuck," I start panicking again.
"Go shower and calm down, anyone would think you were dating Angeline Jolie. Ahhhh now that would be awesome."
"Fuck off Stefan. Elena is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. That's why I get so nervous to be around her." I turn and head for my bathroom.
"Whatever you say hot shot, make it a cold shower. Can't have big bro all flustered now can we?" Stef shouts to me as I close the door.
The shower does it's trick and calms me down, which I am very thankful for. I can't believe how bad I freaked out, well actually I can, but damn.
When I get out I wander back into the living room. Passing the kitchen, I see that pig Stefan raiding my fridge.
I think about calling Elena. Just as I am about to dial her number, it blasts Bonnie's ringtone.
"Yes?" I answer.
"How's it going? Did you shit your pants yet?" She sounds amused.
I roll my eyes. "I'm perfectly fine, actually." I lie. Not too long ago I was a fucking mess.
"Uh huh. Anyway, I was just calling to advise you not to call Elena."
"What? Why?" I ask, confused.
"Because I said so." she says simply.
"Now Bon Bon, you know I'm going to need a better answer than that. 'Because I said so' is not going to deter me from calling her."
She sighs. "Damon, you're a man," Stating the obvious here. "You understand nothing about the process of getting ready when you're a woman."
"Okay? What does that have to do with me calling her?"
She sighs again. "Not only is she super busy making herself look completely gorgeous for you-"
"Uhh, she doesn't need to do that, she's already gorgeous." I interrupt her.
I can practically hear Bonnie rolling her eyes. "Not only is she super busy making herself gorgeous for you," she repeats, sounding almost exasperated. "but she's with her girls right now. She needs this time with them so that they can talk her down."
Now I'm confused again. "Talk her down from what?"
"Her nervousness." she says this like it should be completely obvious.
"Oh yeah. She has mentioned how nervous she was about this. I think it's the red carpet that throws her off. I tried telling her that it doesn't last as long as she thinks it does."
"She's not just worried about that, you doof. I'm sure that to her, this night is more than just a premier. It's like... a first date, or something. A first date with a guy she really likes."
"You think Elena's nervous about going to the premier with me?" No, it had to be because of all the camera's and shit.
"Damn it, Damon. Why are men so fucking dense?" I heard a 'Hey!' In the background.
"Who is that? Jeremy?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that. But, yes, Damon, Elena may be nervous because of those cameras, but I think you override that, by a lot."
I never thought about that; the kind of anxiousness that I was feeling is plaguing her too. "So wait, you think Elena's sister and friend are over there talking to her about me?" Okay, that freaked me the fuck out.
"Way to put two and two together there, Sweetie."
I ignore that comment. "What do you think they're saying?"
"How the hell should I know?" she snorts. Then her voice got quiet. "Speaking of, Katherine Gilbert, she called me last night."
"Why? Oh.. because of the Jeremy thing? Yeah, she called me too."
"She did? I'm not too sure if Elena or Katherine like me. Elena was giving me the eye when we had lunch on Monday, and then last night Katherine gave me the third degree. I felt like I was a suspect in a murder case."
I laughed. "Yeah, well she told me that she'd gut me like a fish. I think it's just them looking our for their little brother."
"Yeah, well still, Katherine freaking Gilbert called me." she sounded excited. "Oh, and don't worry about what they're saying to Elena about you, I'm sure it's all good things."
We hang up and I replay the conversation in my head. Elena anxious because of me never even occurred to me. I didn't think there was anything about me to be nervous about. Sure I've played in a few movies, but Elena was over that fact before she even met me. That must mean that she really likes me.
"Why do you have a shit eating grin on your face?" Stefan asked as he placed a beer in front of me.
I shook my head. "No reason."
That's a whopper of a lie; there's a big ass reason for this grin.I feel like a giddy ass girl all of a sudden. But then that shit just made me even more nervous.
"Was that Bonnie on the phone?" he asked as he plopped down on the couch.
"Yeah." I said and he nodded. "She's been seeing Jeremy Gilbert." I tell him.
"Seriously? Wow."
I raise my brow. "Wow? A couple of weeks ago you wanted to get in her pants, it was like a goal for you or some shit."
He shrugged. "Not anymore." He had an indulgent smile on his face.
"What the fuck?" I asked before taking a drink.
He shrugged again; this dude shrugs when he's trying to keep a secret. "Nothing. I just have my eye on someone else."
"Whatever. I gotta go get dressed." I said, getting up.
Once I'm dressed, Stefan and I make small talk until Tony the limo guy shows up. As soon as he does my nerves are back on full form. I have sweaty palms and the job lot. I've seen Elena everyday, all day for the past four days why I'm so nervous now I'll never know. Maybe it's the whole major public appearance thing or that I don't know how she is going to react to it all.
The ride over to Elena's is short and I find myself pausing at her door. I take a few deep breaths to compose myself and knock. The door opens.
"Damon," Katherine greets me.
"Katherine," I greet back.
"You look terrified, are you feeling okay?" she chuckles.
"I'm good... I think," I laugh nervously "hey, thanks again for all your help."
"Don't worry about it," she says and stands aside to let me in.
Katherine, excuses herself and tells me to be prepared... for what? I'm not sure. I walk over to the pictures of Elena and her family again. I can't help it, I want to know more about them all. They seem like such a close family, it's endearing. Thinking back to when mom and dad where around we were all so close, did the whole family thing I loved it and I miss it terribly. I wipe a tear away from my eye as I hear someone say 'hi'.
I turn around and I'm instantly rendered speechless, breathless and weak at the fucking knees. Elena looks absolutely stunning, that dress looks amazing on her. She looks like a goddess a soon-to-be-my goddess. I tell her she looks breathtaking and ask her if she's ready to go. She surprises me and tells me she wants to talk first. So we do and she apologises once again and thanks me, I tell her there's no need to say any of it and we head out.
In the limo ride I have to work up the courage to tell her how I felt about her. I know she already knew the gist of it, but I wanted her to know the effect she had on me. I let her know how fucking nervous I was, how on the daily basis she leaves me utterly speechless. Hell, I even tell her about how I almost cancelled and took her somewhere else, and then I backtracked; she might have taken that wrong, so I assure her that even in her most casual attire, I would've have taken her anywhere.
When I'm done she looks completely speechless, and I just stare at her kind of amused. I can tell she's going to say something, but then the limo stops and she closes her mouth as she looks towards the front of the limo.
Suddenly I'm nervous again, and not at the aspect of being on the red carpet, but at how Elena might feel right now. I'm so attuned to her, I can't help it. When the door opens I step out and hold my hand out for her to take. The screams are as loud as they always are, but this time they're screaming for the both of us. I look back at Elena and I can see that she's alright, comfortable, and then so am I.
We pose together and walk the carpet; you know, the basics. But then I get pulled aside for an interview and when I hear them practically begging Elena for a few pictures of herself. She looks at me as if she was looking for reassurance, so I give her a smile and apparently it's all the encouragement she needs. I watch out the corner of my eyes as she poses. She's a fucking natural and that smile on her face seems to be congenital.
"You okay?" I ask her once I'm by her side again.
"Yeah, I'm really, really okay." she tells me.
"Good." I say as I pull her close.
She asks me why they were shouting her name and how did they know about her. I tell her word gets around and before I can stop myself I call her babe. She comments on it, but she doesn't discourage it.
Then Robert Pattinson makes his appearance and I have to practically wipe the drool from Elena's mouth.
"I'm not drooling," she says, staring at me with that sexy ass scowl when I call her out on it. "And anyway there's only one movie star that I'm interested in." she says.
Well if that didn't just shove my ego up another notch.
I tease her about it a bit, and then tell her about that damn scowl. We converse a bit more about the pet names for each other before we finally go inside.
I can tell that Elena actually enjoyed herself out there, and I couldn't be happier about that. I want to kick myself for almost backing out of this.
Eclipse is good, but I don't quite understand Elena's and others obsession. We actually get a chance to talk to a few of the cast members.
Why the hell was Robert Pattinson so damn spastic?
What-the fuck-ever though. Elena had a good time, and that's all I really needed.
The after party is not the best I've ever seen so me and Elena escape to a little pub next door to the swanky hotel. Gilbert protests that she ain't hungry but still tucks into a cheeseburger and fries. I swear she is the cutest little thing I've ever seen when she is stuffing her face.
I think tonight I have realized that I'm completely in love with Elena Gilbert. I'm obviously not gunna tell her that, she will think I'm a total fucking idiot. I need too make sure of my feelings before I can let her know how strongly I feel for her.
We're quiet the entire limo ride home, but it's not the uncomfortable kind. When I finally walk her to her apartment I turn to her and taker her face into my hands. I'm very aware of the boundaries that were set because of the article so instead of kissing her like I really want to, I brush my lips against hers as I speak. I tell her what an amazing time I had with her tonight, and she reciprocates. I inhale deeply, taking in her sweet scent before backing away reluctantly and telling her that I'd be calling tomorrow before we head off to her sister's show.
As I walk back to the limo I honestly can't remember a time when I've been happier than I am now.
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