The Vampire Diaries & The Originals Imagines

Damon (pt. 2)

No humanity Damon cheats on you but you forgive him (optional part 2 to previous story)

I had started packing to move, every now and then I would run across something that would remind me of Damon and that would stall the process by me having to take a moment to compose myself.

No one showed up to see me, no one tried to call the house phone, no one sent anything.

I was truly and utterly alone.

•

The doorbell woke me up from my slumber across the kitchen floor, Damon's favorite shot glass in my hand.

I threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces before answering the door.

"Y/N..."

"Stefan?"

"Can I come in?"

Stefan had been invited in months again but he still asked and of course I let him in, he must have been hurting just as much as me.

"Yeah, come in the kitchen."

The glass was covering half of the kitchen in between the island and sink.

"Um..."

"We can go in the living room." Stefan put his hand on my shoulder which made me tense up but relaxed under his touch before sitting down on the couch.

"Well...not to be rude but why are you here? Especially now? It's been at least two weeks that we haven't seen each other. Why now?"

"Y/N, it's been a month and a half."

My eyes widened and I shook my head in disbelief, "Oh."

"I'm here to tell you that you need to forgive Damon. I know it's hard but you have to at least try, I have and I forgave them both. I️t doesn't mean that I'm getting back with Elena or that my relationship with Damon will be the same or that I'll forget about it but...I've found it in me to forgive them. And I know what kind of person you are, Y/N. I know you want to forgive Damon, I'm not so sure about Elena," he chuckled and continued, "but just...follow your heart. I️t won't steer you wrong." He patted my hands that I had kept in my lap and stood up to leave, "Just think about it."

"Thanks, Stef." I said, smiling weakly.

"Anytime."

•

I sat in that same position with my legs crossed and my hands in my lap. I stared at the tv which had nothing on, silent tears falling down my cheeks.

I️t was time to sit down and have a real conversation with Damon.

I knew that he still loved me, or at least I hoped he did. I hadn't given him a chance to explain anything or really even speak at all.

I️t was time for me to stop acting like a child and deal with this. Running away wasn't going to achieve anything.

•

"Should I invite him over or go out? I'm freaking out, Stefan! What if I-"

"Is that her?" I heard Damon, desperately speaking in the background.

"Damon..." Stefan said in a warning tone.

"Is she at her house? You know what, I actually don't care, I'm going there now."

"Stefan, stop him!"

"Yeah, it's too late for that. Good luck, Y/N."

I sighed and hung up the phone, Damon would be here any minute.

"Y/N, open the door!" He knocked harshly over and over again.

"I'm coming!"

I swung open the door, I didn't intend to be mad but when I saw him again, I couldn't help but want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

"Y/N..."

"We need to talk." I said, sternly. Crossing my arms across my chest, I didn't realize that I was pushing up my breasts and his eyes immediately left mine and glued themselves there.

"Damon!" I gasped, "Are you joking?"

"Okay, you're right. We do need to talk...Can I come in?"

"Actually...I'll meet you at the grill in an hour. You better not be late, Salvatore."

"Never." He smirked and jogged down the stairs, turning to wave and then speeding home.

I closed the door and smiled, that smirk could melt me every damn time no matter how pissed I was.

I rushed up the stairs and showered, letting my hair air-dry, it's soft curls stopping just below my shoulders.

I dressed in black skinny jeans, a tight black t-shirt, black sneakers and a leather jacket.

In all black, just like Damon.

I couldn't help but miss when we used to match unintentionally and laugh at each other. Joking around with how we were soulmates and couldn't help but do the same things and think the same.

I smiled to myself for the second time since he came over at the fact that I was seeing him and talking to him and maybe get to touch him.

Even if it's a hug or brushing our fingers when he hands me my drink, I needed to be close to him again some how.

Which made me show up to the grill earlier than I needed to, which is where I found Damon.

"Damon?"

"Y/N, I knew you would come early." He chuckled.

"Yeah, here I am." I shrugged and sat across from him in the booth.

"You want to go first?" He asked, looking down at his daylight ring.

"No, I've spoken enough. I want to hear what you have to say."

"Okay...well, all I can say is that you were right. You didn't deserve what I did to you. You were nothing but a perfect girlfriend to me and of course I wanted to one day marry you. I still do. But I fucked up and- and I lost you. I'm inlove with you, I can never forget you. I will always love you, I don't want Elena, I don't want any other girl. I want you. What I did was unforgivable and I understand if you can't, won't or just don't want to forgive me and that's okay. I just want to see you happy, Y/N. With or without me. You're the love of my life, I mean look, we even matched again. We're soulmates and I don't think either one of us can deny that but if you find someone that makes you feel how I once did or how I still make you feel then you should totally go for it and cherish it because I didn't cherish you. And that was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I love you, Y/N."

"Damon..."

"Shh, you don't have to say anything, babygirl. Just know that I meant every word I said."

"Damon, I love you too. I am inlove with you. You're the love of my life, baby." I smiled and he stood, hugging me, tightly.

"Will you do the honor of being my girlfriend...again?"

"Of course." I smiled, lazily.

"I just got my girl back!" Damon yelled out.

People looked at us like we were crazy and my hands covered my mouth as I laughed in disbelief.

"Damon...you're crazy!"

"Crazy for you, baby." He smirked and put his hand out for me.

I stepped out of the booth, grabbing his hand and smiling up at him.

Walking out of the grill, hand in hand.

Happy.

Inlove.

Together.