Brotherly Love - Vampire Diaries Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

The rest of the night was boring. It was one of the first nights that I had spent without Enzo, having fun with him. It made me sad, not having him lay there with me. Even if I did have feelings, I wouldn't admit them to myself. I woke up early that morning, tired since I hadn't got the best sleep. I needed to talk what was happening with Enzo through with someone. Who better to talk to then my sweet sibling, Stefan. I dialed my phone, making sure he was awake. It was about 6am. The phone rang for a bit before Stefan picked up. "Hey, Stef. Are you awake." "Yea, I'm up. I was just working out, why?" I sighed. "I need to talk to someone about something, are you free?" "Yea, come on over." I sighed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I'll be over shortly." 

I got dressed out of my pjs, driving to the boarding house. I arrived, walking up to Stefan's room to see him in a white tank top and sweatpants. I sat on the couch in his room as he continued working out. "Okay, so Enzo was at my house last night. He told me he wanted to be with me and that he loved me." I told Stefan. He looked at me. "That's a lot for one night. How are you feeling about this?" He asked me. I sighed, "I don't know if I want a relationship, but I only ever feel safe around him. Last night was the first night where I wasn't with him, and it was so boring and empty. He cares for me like no one else, but I haven't been with anyone since Charles." Stefan laughed. He sat next to me. "Grace, you're very much the type of person to hide your feelings from yourself because you think it's not what you want. From what you're telling me, and as your older brother, I think we both know very well that you have some sort of feelings towards him." I sighed. "I guess so. Deep down inside, I want to be with him all the time. I want to love him, cuddle him, go places with him, all of that. But I didn't think I wanted a relationship." I looked at him, a sad look in my eyes. "Grace that's called love. You love him, Gracie." I laughed. "Don't call me Gracie." Stefan leaned in for a hug. I hugged him back, feeling moisture all over him. I pulled away. "Gross, you're all sweaty!" Stefan laughed. Stefan's bedroom door opened, Damon walking in. My happy facial expression dropped, fearing Damon had heard our entire conversation.

Damon had an angry look on his face. "Um, how much of that did you hear?" I asked him. "All of it." Damon told us. He sped over to me, grabbing me by the neck. "I told you to stay away from him. Don't you and Enzo ever learn a lesson? It only took me to beat Enzo before I thought you'd learn!" I coughed, trying to breathe. Stefan pulled Damon off of me. "Hey, Damon, she's allowed to have her own life!" He defended me. I coughed, trying to regain my breath. "She's in love with my best friend!" I stood up. "What happened to our good conversation last night? I was there for you to help you through what you were feeling, no matter how much I hated Katherine!" Damon sighed. "This is different." He looked at the floor. "No, it's not different! You're too selfish to let me love who I want to!" Suddenly, Elena appeared in the doorway. I cleared my throat, sitting down. "Stefan?" She asked. Stefan stood up, walking over to her. "Sorry, Elena. I didn't realize you were coming." Stefan kissed her, Damon and I both looking away. Damon sat down in a chair nearby. "It's okay, I didn't tell you I was coming. Were you two arguing?" Damon looked at her. "Yeah, she doesn't know how to stay away from Enzo." I scoffed. Elena laughed, but it sounded a lot like Katherine's. Stefan furrowed his brows. "You're not Elena." He backed up. Katherine put her hands up. "You caught me! How are my favorite Salvatore siblings doing?" Damon sped over to her, grabbing her neck and pinning her against the wall. I sighed, standing up. "I don't want to be here if that demon slut is here, too." I walked out of the bedroom. 

I sighed, knowing I would have to tell Enzo how I felt soon. I didn't want to admit my feelings, but I knew I had to. I did, deep down, want him. I got into my car, driving to the bar. If I could get a drink, I would probably calm down and do this much easier than if I was sober. I drove to the bar, sitting down and ordering five shots from the start. I ordered a gin and tonic to go with it. After downing the shots within two minutes, I started to drink the gin and tonic. I guess time went on, and an hour later I was pretty drunk. It wasn't long before Enzo showed up, sitting next to me. "Hello, gorgeous." I turned towards him. "Oh, h-hey handsome," I slurred. My body started to tilt, Enzo catching me. "Woah, woah, looks like you've had too much to drink." I shook it off. "N-no, I'm finee... I'm just getting s-started!" I slurred. "Okay, let's get you home." He tried to help me off the chair, but my drunk self almost fell. He chuckled, picking me up, bridal style. He put me in his car, and drove me home. My head slumped against the window as he drove me to the apartment building. He lifted me out of the car, carrying me up to my apartment. He sat me on the couch, sitting next to me. "Enzo, I have to t-tell you somethinggg," I slurred. "What is it, love?" He asked, placing my hand on my thigh. "Everything you said-d. I agree, E-Enzo, I l-loveee you." I said. His facial expression dropped. He ran his hands over his face. "Grace, you're pretty drunk. You should probably go to sleep." I shook my head. "No, Enzo, I'm being s-serious!" Enzo laughed. "Come on, gorgeous. If you're being serious you can tell me when your sober." He stood up, reaching his hand out. I took it, standing up. I looked him in the eyes for a bit before smashing my lips against his. He kissed me back before pulling away. "No, you're drunk. I don't want you to regret anything. Grace, let's just go to bed. Please." Even after all of those drinks, I could tell he was serious and being caring. I groaned, following him upstairs while holding his hand. He helped me onto the bed, taking my shoes and makeup off. "M-My pajamas are in the bottom drawer to the lefttt," Enzo looked at me. "You want me to help you get changed?" I nodded, shutting my eyes slowly. Enzo gulped, lifting my shirt over my head. He was about to put a t-shirt on me, but I stopped him. "My bra, t-too, silly," I slurred. Enzo sighed, unclipping my bra. I shut my eyes again. He stopped for a minute, running his hands over my curves. I didn't notice because I was drunk, but he snapped out of it a minute later. He put my shirt over my head, pulling it down. "I don't sleep with p-pants on. Just takeee them offf," I slurred again. Enzo pulled them down, tucking me into the covers. He was about to walk out when I stopped him. "Please, Enzo, don't leave me here again," I whined. Enzo sighed, pulling his shirt over his head and taking his jeans off. If he was going to spend the night, he might as well get comfortable. He turned the lights off, pulling the comforters back and positioning himself next to me. He wrapped his bare arms around my body, holding me tight. I sighed, drifting off to sleep comfortably.