Bad Days Become Good • Klaus and Caroline

Requested by: SweetyK

Summary: Klaus' day isn't going to plan, especially when his new neighbour finds him wearing nothing but his underwear.

CAROLINE

I made my way up the stairs to my apartment on the fifth floor. I had recently moved in and hardly knew any of my neighbours. It was something quite low on my to-do list but I assumed it would be a matter of time until I met them all.

I pushed opened the door into the corridor. My keys were swinging on my finger as I walked around the corner. I soon stopped in my tracks at the sight before me.

A man, looking like he was in his mid-twenties, stood outside the entrance to my neighbouring apartment, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer shorts. His lightly chiselled chest was on display for me to see. He held a phone to his ear just under the edge of his short curls. His voice was harsh and frustrated. Clearly he was having some difficulty.

"Listen to me Elijah. I do not care about what you're doing. Just bring me your spare key!" He practically yelled. I stood quietly, unsure as to whether I should move passed him. The corridor was thin and I didn't think it was possible to escape the situation without brushing against his bare back. "No way am I asking Kol. I wouldn't hear the end of it for we..." My neighbour turned in my direction and froze in his tracks when he saw me. "Weeks." He eventually finished, gesturing for me to walk passed.

"Thank you," I mumbled awkwardly as I made it to my own front door.

I headed straight inside, releasing the breath I didn't realise I was holding. There was one thing I couldn't deny; my neighbour was hot. Like smoking hot. I could feel my cheeks were still blushing from embarrassment although I wasn't quite sure if that was the only reason.

After sorting myself out and changing into some more comfortable clothes, after my formal work attire, I settled down on the couch. I could still hear my neighbours' loud frustrations as he continued to attempt to get into his apartment without a key.

I soon decided to head out to see if I could be of assistance. I felt a little guilty just scurrying passed him earlier.

"I'd hate to intrude..." I began as I re-entered the corridor. He turned to face me, allowing me to see his pale blue eyes and delicate features. "But can I help at all?"

"Thank you for the offer...?" He had a rich British accent. Something that any American girl would go weak at the knees for.

"Caroline Forbes," I introduced myself with a half friendly, half embarrassed smile. "I moved in last week."

"Ah yes I remember all the boxes outside," he nodded. "Niklaus Mikaelson, but please call me Klaus." I nodded. "I'm just waiting for my brother to bring me his key to my apartment. I was doing my laundry downstairs and forgot my key...and then my clothes shrunk in the wash." His lips curved at the humour of his troubles. "This is the last time I wash the clothes I'm wearing," he chuckled. A warm pair of dimples appearing. They instantly caused my own smile to emerge.

"Quite the eventful day."

"Indeed. And I do apologise love...for shocking you earlier. I normally expect to meet my new neighbours fully clothed," Klaus smirked.

"That is normally what happens," I giggled softly. "Perhaps you'd like to come into my apartment while you wait for your brother? Unless you'd rather startle another resident?" I noticed Klaus was going to deny my offer but somehow he became convinced.

"Well I'd rather that didn't repeat itself, so sure. Thank you."

I turned back into my home, holding the door for him.

"Please excuse the odd boxes. I've just about got everything sorted," I informed him casually. For a practically naked stranger in my home I felt quite relaxed.

KLAUS

Finally Elijah arrived with my key and I left Caroline to her own devices. Honestly I was unhappy to leave her company. She had a glorious aura about her. Like a bright light, able to make anything good in a sea of darkness. A beautiful woman that couldn't leave my head as the hours passed.

Later, I knocked on her door. I triple checked that I did have my key this time. I didn't want history repeating itself. I'm sure Elijah wouldn't be too keen to come out again, especially with his plans he had with Katerina. I honestly didn't see what is so fascinating about that dreadful woman.

"Klaus," Caroline's American tongue greeted me. "Did you get shut out again?" She asked with a light chuckle.

"I'm afraid not," I shook my head with a wide smirk. "I thought I'd thank you for your hospitality earlier." I pulled out behind me a carrier pack of beer and a bottle of wine. "I wasn't sure what type of girl you were." And this was all I had. I hadn't planned on spending the night next door, but I needed an excuse to see her again.

"Either will do," she smiled, gesturing for me to enter her home. "Booze will always let you into my home."

"Good to know." I settled the bottles on the nearest kitchen counter of her open plan room. Her flat was laid out exactly like my own with a bedroom and bathroom coming off of the main living area.

"So other than emptying these bottles what else did you have planned tonight?" She asked while pulling out a cork screw.

"Whatever you wish sweetheart." I added the pet name unconsciously and thankfully she showed no signs of disgust.

CAROLINE

The rest of the evening was spent in front of my television with Klaus criticising every movie I owned. It seemed cheesy romance wasn't his favourite genre whereas I was a sucker for them.

"I had no idea why you put me through that," he shook his head, taking a swig from his second beer.

"Seriously?" I exclaimed. I turned to face him and realised how close to each other we were now sitting. His arm was draped across the back of my couch behind me. "You chose it out of my movies? So technically you," I extended my finger to poke his chest," put yourself through it." I smirked. My ears recognising the music accompanying the scrolling credits after watching it so much.

"So that's your argument?" Klaus grinned while slowly wrapping his fingers around my own. "Next time you should come over and watch something decent." He proposed, bringing my palm slowly to his lips.

"And what's that?" I blushed softly, enjoying his display of affection. "James Bond marathon?" I giggled.

"If that's what you'd like, then sure," he leaned closer towards me with his lips crashing to mine. My back fell against the cushions of my couch. I returned his passionate kiss, the alcohol in our systems anticipating the inevitable. And what a kisser he was.

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