Damon Salvatore Imagines

#Say You Won't Let Go

I stomped down the stairs after Stefan just gave me some random lecture on how I'm not being safe and how I'm putting myself in danger. How in hell am I putting myself in danger? I don't see how that's possible when Stefan barely lets me leave the house as it is. Like he can't just lock me in this house for the rest of my life. I mean, I do feel very safe in this house, but it doesn't mean I want to be locked in it forever.

Anyways, I stomped down the Salvatore stairwell, tears brimming my eyes. I walked through the halls and just as I was about to open the front door, I heard a voice that belonged to someone who I've had feelings for for awhile.

"What's wrong, Kitty?" Damon stopped me, using my favorite nickname for me. He's always giving me nicknames, but that one was my favorite and he always calls me that. And, Damon was like a brother to me, always caring for me and talking to me.

I turn around, wiping the excess tears off with the back of my hand. Damon gestures for me to go to him in the living room. I walk up to him as he wraps me in his arms, giving me a tight hug.

He lets go after a few seconds as I sniffle every now and then.

"Stefan broke up with me. It was stupid, but I guess it was for the best. I guess it just wasn't working for him." I told Damon.

"But, you don't need to listen to my problems. I'm too annoying to make you go through that. I'm just gonna go home. Later, Damon." I say to him, beginning to walk to the door.

Just as I touch the doorknob, I hear Damon call to me again.

"Hey, (Y/N)," I turn at the sound of my name. "You wanna get out of here for a but? Go somewhere. I heard there's this new karaoke bar downtown. I heard it's thriller. You wanna go with me? Get your mind off everything." Damon asked, and I smiled at his gesture to help me. And, of course, I couldn't say no.

"Sure, Damon. I'd love that." I smiled at him, my cheeks blushing a bright red.

It's weird. Why would I want to go to a karaoke bar? It was a club thing and there would be lots of people there. I hated big crowds and I hated parties and stuff like that. I guess i just really needed to get out.

Damon dropped what he was doing, slipping his phone into his back pocket and led me to his car.

He opened the door for me, patiently waiting for me to get in before shutting the door behind me.

Damon was always so sweet when it came to me, yet I never knew why 'cause he hated like everyone.

He drove to the bar only 10 minutes away. It was about 8 at night so we had all night to hopefully have fun.

We walked inside, having to show someone our ID's to get in. We, then, walked through a curtain type thing that led to a huge room that was the size of a huge house.

It was dark and there were lasers and lights illuminating the room for a glow in the dark kind of theme.

How was I able to survive in a place like this? I could barely survive school, let alone a huge party like this.

"You ready?" Damon asked me. I breathe in and out, looking up at him and saying, "Yeah."

We walked through the big crowds of people, myself looking back every once in awhile to make sure I hadn't lost Damon.

He pointed to the bar as I led us to it. We found to open spot where no one was sitting.

"I think you might need a drink or two." Damon suggested, seeing as if I was still sad and down.

"I don't think..." I didn't get to finish when Damon called for the bartender.

"Two shots please." Damon told the bartender.