Prompt- home
He had never had a home, spent years running and looking over his shoulder. The closest thing he had to a home was New Orleans, but that was quickly ripped from him. So it came as a shock when he found a small cottage out in the middle of the woods that surrounded Mystic Falls, he expected some old woman to live there not a health young man.
The man was Harry, snow white skin, cherry red lips, high cheekbones and a small button nose. Harry was not tall he was barely 5 foot 5, he had long inky black hair that was tied back in a plait.
Harry himself was the most welcoming soul he had ever met, kind, caring sweet and honest he wasn't afraid to call him out on his bullshit not like some people. He enjoyed the younger mans company more so than his own family, whom he knew had not forgiven him for daggering them.
Whenever he came around Harry always had a cup of tea ready for him and a sympathetic ear. He was never condescending, never told him what he wanted to hear. It was always the truth straight and blunt, no matter how painful it was for him to hear.
Even now he still went to that small cottage just to see Harry, even if he had done nothing Harry still wanted to hear about it.
To Klaus Harry was home, after all home is where the heart is and his heart was with Harry.
