𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 7:𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙

The following morning I woke to an empty bed, the memory of me and Stefan saying goodnight to each other and going to our separates bed almost felt like a curse. He had only spent one night with me and here I was pining for him already. Somehow in my sleep last night I had managed to stay on the one side of the bed as if he was sleeping next to me but he was in the room next door sleeping and pining over Elena, not caring that I was led in here missing him more than anything. He didn't want to care about me but he did. I had to believe that otherwise everything in this life seemed pointless. If he didn't love me I should just leave Mystic Falls forever because nothing else matters other than him. Stefan Salvatore was the only reason that I had come back to Mystic Falls where the love of my life had been destroyed because I faked my own death for my self-preservation.

I could hear the faint sounds of footsteps downstairs in the kitchen and the smell of coffee and pancakes drifting up the stairs and through the cracks into my room. I could hear his faint humming from under his breath and I just knew he was dancing to himself whilst cooking breakfast. My hand went over my mouth and I couldn't help but laugh, he was so adorable and so goofy, he was just Stefan. The humming grew louder and I wondered if he could hear me laughing but when he turned on the radio at full volume I knew he knew I was awake. Still laughing, I rushed downstairs wearing shorts and a top, I grabbed the nearest jacket I could find on the banister and shrugged it on. I skidded into the kitchen to see Stefan dancing whilst flipping the pancakes.

"How often do I have to tell you? You should stop singing." I laughed. "Why are you like this? You don't usually like to embarrass yourself like this?"

Stefan turned around to face me and handed me a cup of coffee and a plate of strawberries to go along with my pancakes when they were cooked. He smiled at me and his eyes swept over my body like he was inspecting every inch of me. Under his stare my eyes dropped to the coffee in my cup and my curls fell from my shoulders to the front of my face blocking me from his intense gaze.

"Because it makes you laugh which makes me laugh. You haven't laughed like this since 1864...and that's my jacket you're wearing." He said before going back to attending the pancakes.

"Oh, I thought it was… " I shrugged taking my arm out of the jacket, my heart hammering in my chest so loud that I knew Stefan would be able to hear. I didn't want to give him any more power over me and here I was blushing like a pathetic human school girl who had a crush on her teacher. My head was screaming at me telling me to get away from the man who would only end up hurting me again whilst my heart screamed 'take a chance' and once again, I sided with my heart rather than my head.

Stefan flipped the pancakes onto the plates and carried them over to the table with a smile on his face. For the second time he rose from the table and went back to the counter coming back with another plate of strawberries and a bottle of whipped cream. Stefan rested them in the center of the table as he finally seated and took a sip of his orange juice, his eyes never leaving mine.

"The jacket actually suits you." He whispered. "It looks good on you."

His eyes drifted back down to the plate almost in embarrassed by his words but the words made everything inside me stop. It was like everything else was only moving in slow motion and all that mattered was the words that left his mouth. The only thing that mattered was that one special moment of him giving me nothing other than a simple compliment but it was something that I will hold on to forever. I smiled softly and breathed in the scent of the jacket as I put it back on before eating my breakfast.