anonymous asked:

We Made It - Louis Tomlinson

Okay, it has been waaaayyyy too long anon and I'm so sorry but my computer is pretty much cactus and I'm trying very hard to replace it. I didn't know this song at first to be honest (you got me, I'm a Niall girl hands down). But I hope you like what I've done with this : )

His best friend's little sister makes herself at home in his dorm room probably against his better judgment given his burgeoning feelings.

Underestimated and always underrated

We Made It

I remember those nights

Klaus Mikaelson wasn't one of those guys. He spent most of his time with the guys in his dorm during the week and girls were usually only a brief distraction at the latest frat party on the weekend.

He'd find himself back at their dorm or his and while the sex seemed good at the time, Klaus never felt much more than the usual motions.

He'd remembered those nights but not for that reason.

It was his only protection against the real memories that haunted him. Blue eyes, blonde hair and a teasing smile, those pink lips curving into a well known smirk as she berated him for his latest conquest or dumb decision, which was usually the same thing.

"Isn't it about time you told your brother that you…"

"Shhhh, don't ruin the illusion, Mikaelson," she chided. "Otherwise I'll tell him you sleep in Paddington Bear boxer shorts."

He'd teased her for hiding out in his room from her overbearing and protective brother Matt but the fact his best friend might discover their arrangement was tugging on his conscience.

Klaus had told himself from the outset that he was protecting her from handsy college guys but if he was being honest, Klaus didn't want any of them touching her in the first place.

He'd told himself it was because protecting his best friend's sister was paramount, not the fact he'd developed some serious feelings in the process over the last six months.

Staying out 'til sunrise

"What the hell are you doing?" Klaus groaned, feeling a warm body up against his. The fact the sun was starting to rise and he was half asleep was messing with his resolve.

"Gee, you're even more grumpy in the morning than I expected," she huffed, making herself comfortable on his bed.

"Says the girl making herself at home," he murmured, trying to ignore just how good she smelled and felt against him. "Should I even ask what you're doing here?"

"Some guy was trying to…" Klaus didn't let her finish, his grip tightening around her arm and his eyes now wide open.

"Did he hurt you?" He hissed, " because I will kill him."

"No, dad," she growled. "I was hoping by coming here that I might get some sleep and a little less judgment."

"You realise that I'm just as judgmental as your older brother? And also don't call me that."

"If not more judgmental," she muttered, burrowing further into him. Klaus was trying to ignore the sensations she was causing but his last shred of willpower was falling away fast given the strawberry scent emanating from her hair.

He'd known Caroline Forbes since they were twelve and ten respectively. She was nothing more than an annoying little sister until she had to get under his skin. Klaus wanted to blame it on those untamed, golden locks or her wild, blue eyes but it had nothing to do with her looks.

Klaus had never known anyone so damn argumentative. The type of person that exhausted every last thought and uttered word. But he couldn't get enough of her. Not that he'd ever tell her brother of course because he liked being alive.

He'd stupidly suggested that if she ever needed anything to ask him but wasn't expecting her to show up in his dorm room without notice. But for some reason he didn't argue and their nightly sleeping pattern had continued.

Klaus told himself that he was looking after her, nothing else.

Share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about

"Ouch, Mikaelson," she growled. "Stop poking me."

"Says the girl who left her stilettos on tonight," he shot back. In all honesty Klaus wasn't complaining, high heels were his kryptonite. But every time she brushed up against him Klaus was trying to ignore just how good it felt.

Didn't help that his single bed was that damn small.

"You know I had a dream about this," she murmured, nestling into his pillow, her blonde waves falling across the pillow.

"What? Your high heels digging into me and drawing blood?" He joked, thinking that he'd never felt more comfortable in his life.

"No, loser," she growled. "I dreamt that a huge snake slithered onto this bed and bit off your head. I assume it was just because you were talking garbage and it was sparing me."

"You realise this is my bed and I have every right to kick you out?" He chuckled, his fingers grazing her stomach and beginning to tickle the bare skin.

"Don't you dare?"

"What? I'm not doing anything, Donovan." He teased, his exploration going further.

"I'll tell my brother on you," she squirmed, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Then you can explain why you're in my bed and have been for the past six months, love." The tickling stopped, so too the laughing. His comment was all too real.

Things we'd never say to someone else out loud

The silence was palpable. Klaus didn't realise that he'd been holding his breath until she finally spoke. "You make me feel safe" she confessed. "But if you don't.."

Before she could move he'd pulled her closer, his hand fastening a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I think we might be in trouble," he mumbled against her skin.

"I was joking about the snake," she grinned.

"You obviously forget about your brother, the biggest snake there is. He might not take too kindly to this little arrangement."

"Is it bad If I say I don't care right now?" She offered, her blue eyes staring into his. "Because this feels pretty good and I'm not one to be told what to do."

"You don't say," he smiled knowingly. "And as much as I want to kiss you right now love, I'm going to be a gentleman and ask your brother's permission tomorrow."

"Seriously? I'm wearing my cutest lingerie tonight and you are just going to…" Before she could continue he'd placed his hand over her lips. His mouth fell to to her left ear, the hot air causing a few foreign feelings.

"The things I do for you, sweetheart," he breathed. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg and as much as she wanted to play Caroline decided to be good…. for now.