Still I call it magic when I'm next to you...
Klaus:
You fix your hair for the atleat the 50th time and fix your lipstick. You'd been getting ready for your date, nervously.
What if he changes his mind the second he sees me? What if he kills me? What if someone sees me out with him? What if we get kidnapped? What if I act like a complete bimbo and he hates me? What if there's lipstick on my teeth? Which there isn't. What if I look like a slut to him?
The 'what ifs' swirl around in your head, making you more nervous than excited, although you couldn't wait till for the doorbell to ring.
And it did right after you finished fixing your lipstick. You grab your purse, with vervain, and answer the door.
Klaus's lips curve up when he sees you. All of your worries fade away as he gives you his arm. The restaurant is close enough you can walk.
"You look stunning (Y/N)," Klaus says, still smiling at you.
"Thank you," you laugh. "I must have gone through a thousand outfits before I chose this one!"
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FanfictionSuggestions open for imagines! - Klaus - Elijah - Kol - The Occasional Hayley, Freya, Rebekah, or Hope Not all chapters have mature content! Chapters with mature content have a warning and the beginning!