So, I'm going to get personal and admit this is actually based on what happened to me this week. I figured why not make it into a Klaroline drabble? Just swap an Englishman for a New Zealander

Love Thy Neighbor

Monday - AM

Caroline rushed around her apartment trying to locate her elusive silver hoop. The one annoying thing she had a tendency to do was lose one earring out of a pair, it really was a gift. She ran her hands over the couch, noticing a glint of silver in the gap between the cushions. She picked it up triumphantly and threaded it through her right ear, stepping into her red heels at the same time. She consulted the wall clock realizing just how late she was running.

After grabbing her handbag, she rushed downstairs near her neighbor's front door. As she passed the garage, Caroline realized it was bin day. She hit her forehead thinking how inopportune this was, of all days.

She pushed open the door, glad she had the sense to look down and avoid ruining her suede shoes in the process. The floor was covered in about three inches of water. Accessing her garbage bin would require wading through it, Caroline figured that wasn't going to be an option.

She closed the door again, taking the front door and mentally adding a call to a plumber to rectify the situation on her long to-do list.

Tuesday - PM

It had been a long day at the office and Caroline was just glad to get home. She had been incessantly calling her agent to try and fix the flood downstairs but to no avail. Apparently this wasn't an emergency, go figure.

As she neared the door, Caroline was envisioning a bubble bath and a glass of red wine in her near future. As she proceeded to push her key into the lock, the door flew open, surprising her slightly. What she wasn't expecting was the gorgeous guy on the other side. Dark blonde hair, dark blue eyes and lips the colour of crimson. What was he doing in her building?

"Hi," she offered, uncertainly, thinking that her neighbor had great taste in men.

"You must be Caroline," he enquired, his crisp English accent not lost on her. She was hardly surprised Rebekah Mikaelson had a thing for her own kind.

"And you are?" She asked, feebly just as his eyes flickered over her body, causing heat to stir in places she'd forgotten about.

"Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah's brother." For some reason the fact they were related filled her with some hope.

"Oh, are you visiting?" She managed to get out, trying to ignore the sensations pulsing through her body.

"I'm staying here for a month while Rebekah is in Spain, I thought she told you?" Caroline cast her mind backwards trying to remember that. Rebekah and her had formed quite the friendship over the past year, but some of their bonding included substantial amounts of wine. Caroline figured she must of told her that during one of those times.

"Oh yeah, of course," she lied, patting down her hair self consciously.

"I'm glad I ran into you actually." Caroline felt her cheeks flush, hoping it wasn't obvious to her new, hot neighbor. "We have a flooding situation."

"Yes, I did notice that," she murmured, a little disappointed that was the reason for him wanting to contact her.

"I've cleaned it up three times already but the water just keeps coming back," he said. "Is there anyway you could speak to your agent, given its your side of the garage and all."

"Well, I called my agent yesterday and I'm yet to get a definitive answer as to fixing things. However if you follow the water trail it's actually coming from your side." If there was one thing Caroline hated it was people who failed to take the blame.

"Actually, that's not true," he baulked. "It looks like it is but if you check the pipes, they are yours."

"Well, as I said I've already reported it," she bristled, thinking this guy was an arrogant ass. "I'll let you know when I've heard something."

"Well, that would be useful, love," he replied, his gaze not dropping, making her shudder involuntarily.

"Fine," she murmured, pushing past him and trying to ignore the sensations his skin caused against hers. He may have been attractive but his decorum left a lot to be desired.

Thursday - AM

Caroline creeped past her neighbor's door hoping not to to disturb him. Her rental company had advised that Saturday morning was the earliest time they could attend and although she was annoyed there was nothing Caroline could do.

The thought of having to relay that to mister judgmental from downstairs wasn't something she welcomed, even if he was extremely hot. She thought she was safe a few stairs down, until the door flew open.

"Are we going to see an end to the flooding situation anytime soon?" He enquired, just as she cursed inwardly. He was shirtless, making her falter slightly. Damn him.

"I have asked my agent who advises it will be fixed on Saturday."

"Taking their time obviously." It was at that point she'd had enough, how dare this smug guy have a go at her for something that wasn't her fault?

"I can only do so much," she muttered. "Have a good day." She raced outside, trying to ignore an argument. She really liked Rebekah and didn't want to ruin their rapport for her obviously arrogant brother.

Friday – PM

Caroline closed her car door, glad that the working week had come to an end. She dragged herself to the door, opening it and walking the first flight of stairs. Her arrogant and temporary neighbor obviously had the same idea, powering down the stairs and running into Caroline in the process.

"Watch where you are going," she growled, unable to help herself.

"Sorry, I was trying to fix the flooding situation, yet again," he offered, cockily.

"Aren't you a saint," she muttered, unable to help herself.

"Well, I try."

"They are coming tomorrow, but how about I lend a hand?"

"In those heels?" Klaus observed, taking in her snakeskin heels.

"I'm not afraid to get a little dirty," she scowled, annoyed that this guy was judging her. She threw them off, stalking into the garage. The feeling from the cold water struck her initially but Caroline was never going to give this ass any satisfaction.

"I find that hard to believe, princess."

"Just shut up and get to work," she murmured, pushing out the water with a broom.

"I didn't think you liked to get your hands dirty," he said, his surprised tone not lost on Caroline.

"That just goes to show you know nothing about me," she replied, gruffly.

"You might be right," Klaus agreed, just as he lost his footing and fell onto the floor with a thud. Caroline had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Suave, Mikaelson," she chuckled, just as he pelted water at her. She shrieked, not expecting the water attack. Before Caroline could respond he grabbed her, pulling her downwards. She fell into the water, her fighting immediately stopped as her eyes met his.

"Would you consider having a drink with me?" He asked, earnestly as their eyes met.

TBC depending on my personal life ; )