I am a writer and you live across the street and I have been using you and the things you do as reference for my book and now you are here for an autograph and it's so awkward AU as Klaroline please.

Thank nonnie! I absolutely love this inspired prompt, like seriously it has mutli chapter potential, just saying. It's slightly different but I hope you like it.

Unwritten

"Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in.

No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips…. today is when your book begins."

Klaus Mikaelson felt like he knew Caroline Forbes, even though he'd never met her. It sounded crazy right? Maybe to most people, but not to him.

One year earlier

It had all started on a warm summer evening, Klaus was sitting by his front window enjoying the slight breeze and trying to create the main character for his new story. He'd written a few books previously so this wasn't a new challenge but for some reason this time was proving difficult. As much as he tried to deny it, Klaus knew exactly why it was difficult.

Only a few months earlier his divorce had been finalised and as soon as it was he'd left town, determined to escape Chicago and all the memories of their life together. They'd married too young and although at the time he thought it was love, it wasn't and unsurprisingly they'd drifted apart, both wanting different things.

Different things included moving to Charleston in South Carolina and writing his new book. The first three had been well received but Klaus knew he had more talent than those books demonstrated. He put that down to the fact his marriage was boring and he was severly lacking inspiration.

Klaus figured a change of scenery would help but here he was a month later with the worst writer's block of his career. There was nothing wrong with the venue, Charleston was gorgeous and his house was located in the popular downtown area.

He stood up in frustration, running his hands through his curls and dislodging the knots and that's when he noticed her sitting on the porch of the house opposite. Golden waves cascading down her back, her eyes blazing with what seemed like anger as she talked on her cell phone animatedly, completely unaware he was watching.

She was seated on the top step, hugging her jean covered legs to her chest and it was at that time he noticed a few stray tears rolling down her creamy cheeks. He moved closer, positioning himself next to the window so he could try and overhear her conversation.

"The least you could have done is say this to my face Tyler, rather than doing this over the phone like the coward you obviously are." Klaus reeled back thinking Tyler sounded like a grade A jerk, even if he didn't know him personally.

"I can't believe I wasted two years with your sorry ass, I was obviously going through a 'what was I thinking' phase." Klaus couldn't help but chuckle a little at her comments. Looking at her face, she was so obviously upset but had no intention of letting him know that.

"I'm really not interested in your fake platitudes," she scoffed. "Do me a favour and never call me again." With that she disconnected the call and threw her phone on the ground, placing her head in her hands. He could hear her sobbing softly and it took all his willpower not to go out there and comfort her.

Klaus figured she'd be pretty embarrassed knowing he'd eavesdropped, so decided to stay but was trying to ignore just how effortlessly beautiful she looked, even upset. She went inside not long after, slamming the door in the process.

He sat back down and suddenly the words came to him and his lead character Jaime Hayes was born. A few productive days later he found himself thinking about her and how she was after Tyler's phone call. He didn't need to wait long as she stepped out onto her porch and sat on the swing seat, her ear attached to her cell again.

"Katherine it has only been three days, I am not going to put myself on a dating website." He raised his eyebrows thinking just how fast this Katherine worked.

"And no I'm not interested in a fling either, that's more your department, Kat. I just need some time before I throw myself into anything." Klaus was secretly happy to hear that and just like the other day his writing continued to flow again.

It was only after a week and a half that Klaus was beginning to miss his neighbour. Yes, it sounded all sorts of creepy but she had unintentionally become his muse and at the same time he wanted to know she was okay.

He'd just showered and was walking down the hallway, drying his wet hair with a towel when he noticed her, laughing candidly as she helped a little girl along the footpath on a pink bicycle. Another woman was standing nearby, smiling at the spectacle.

"Don't let Auntie Caroline make you fall off, Sienna." His breath hitched in his throat at the mention of her name. Caroline. It was beautiful and Klaus knew straight away he had to change his lead character's name.

"Hey, I resent that," she argued. "I'll have you know I was the best bike rider in my class in primary school, Bonnie."

"Whatever you say," she joked. Klaus was in awe watching as she played with the little girl, thinking just how natural it seemed to her. He didn't even bother to put any clothes on, just sat down and began to type furiously.

His next sighting of her didn't happen until a few weeks later and it was something that he initially wished he didn't see. He'd been at his desk, staring at the screen when he heard a car engine and saw its headlights. The driver stepped out and Klaus recognised Caroline's voice straight away, what he hadn't expected was the burly blond opening her door. Who the hell was this guy? Apparently she was taking things slowly, maybe not. He secretly cursed Katherine for this development.

"Thanks for dinner, Matt," she said as they reached her porch. "I had a great time." Klaus dug his nails into the arm of his chair, not wanting to see them kiss but unable to tear his gaze away if he tried. Call him a glutton for punishment.

"Me too, Care," he agreed. They must have moved fast, this guy even had a cute little nickname for her. "You need to get back to Mystic Falls more often, the Sheriff misses you." Where was this Mystic Falls and did she have some police record he didn't know about?

"Well, it would be good if she told me that," she murmured, the sadness on her face evident. "Look, just promise me you'll look after mom, please?"

"Anything for you bestie," he grinned, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on her head. Her mother was the Sheriff in what seemed like a small town but obviously things weren't good between them. While obviously sad, he couldn't deny Matt's use of the term bestie put him at ease before he began to type again.


xxxxxx

Little did he know that his book would be so well received four months later and his beloved heroine Caroline would become so popular. Klaus hoped he'd done her justice over the numerous times he'd observed her. She was the perfect package after all; strong, intelligent, sassy and caring.

Although he'd written books before he'd never received fan mail before, but yet it arrived in droves via his publisher. Klaus wasn't sure whether it had to do with his book or the picture his editor had begged he added on the inside cover. Most of the letters were mostly about him and nothing about his book. Until one rainy afternoon when he opened a letter, the envelope was blue and the writing on the front was neat cursive.

After opening the flap he began to read, expecting something fairly similar to the others, but this wasn't a normal letter.

"I don't usually write letters, especially to strangers, but after reading your novel I couldn't help myself. My name might be Caroline as well but I felt a real affinity with the girl you've created and I just had to thank you for that. It's wonderful to see someone so strong but vulnerable at the same time and I would be lying if I said I couldn't relate. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world, you have no idea how much power words can have, Caroline Forbes."

Klaus was touched, her words moving him more than he imagined. He'd left her letter on the mantle but it kept drawing him towards it and he replied, expressing his thanks for her heartfelt words. She replied soon after and then their correspondence only continued to flow. Klaus was mindful she was a fan but he couldn't help himself, Caroline Forbes seemed to awake emotions inside him, only equal to his neighbour who'd been sadly absent of late.

It was another warm Summer's evening again and Klaus found himself watering his garden, the owner had some stunning roses so he figured he better look after them or risk eviction. He wasn't expecting his gorgeous blonde neighbour to come outside at the same time. This was a first seeing as he made it his mission to avoid her. Not because he didn't want to see her but because Klaus wasn't sure what he'd say to her if he did.

She walked towards the gate with purpose, her eyes finding his. It was at this point she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth slightly agape. Did he have something on his face? She eventually defrosted, moving towards him hesitantly, her cheeks now a bright pink.

"Klaus Mikaelson?"

"Do I know you?" He asked, taken aback by her instant recognition. They'd never met so it was a shock.

"You're a writer."

"I am," he replied, surprised she knew that.

"This is so embarrassing," she rambled. "When I wrote to you, I didn't know you lived across the road."

"You wrote me?" He asked, incredulously.

"Only a few times," she murmured, her gaze now downward. "I'm…"

"Caroline?" He deduced, putting the pieces together. "Caroline Forbes?"

"You know me?"

"Well, we have been writing for a few months now so it would be pretty mean if I didn't," he shared, trying to ignore the sensations her perfume was causing to his concentration.

"When i wrote via your publisher I didn't expect you to actually be my neighbour. A little heads up wouldn't have hurt, Mikaelson."

"I'm a man of surprises."

"Well, I don't like surprises, just a little piece of advice if you're planning a surprise party." Klaus was struggling to hear what she'd said he was so entranced with her. His two perfect women had turned out to be the same person.

"Well, there goes that idea," he grinned, knowingly. "Are you going out?"

"Book club, actually."

"I love book club," he answered, suddenly enthused. "What are we studying? Austen, Shakespeare, Dickens, Joyce, Fitzgerald?"

"Actually, Mikaelson," she admitted, flashing the familiar front cover of his book.

"Now it's suddenly not so exciting," he drawled, feeling immediately self conscious.

"Can't take a little constructive criticism?"

"No, I guess I just don't like talking about my books."

"Well, that's fair," she murmured. "I'd be more than happy to discuss any of those authors tomorrow, if you like. I know how busy you writers can be."

"Never too busy for my muse," he conceded, watching her eyes widen considerably. "How does tomorrow suit, Caroline?"

"I suppose that could work."