Imagines

Imagine: Running out of the house after an argument with Klaus. Then, he gets incredibly angry because you won’t answer the phone and he gets worried about you.

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You had tears streaming down your face as you drove to nowhere in particular. It felt as though you were reliving the fight you had just had with Klaus over and over again. You could still hear his enraged voice echoing through your head. The tears began blurring your vision to the point where you could hardly see, but you did not care. You simply accelerated your speed, wanting desperately to add as many miles between you and him. 

After a while of driving, you recognized that you were in the town over. You pulled into the parking lot of a random pub and made your way inside. Ordering a drink, you sat down at the bar. You downed the drink in an instant and then tried your best to wipe your eyes.

“Just keep them coming.” You said to the bartender.

“Rough night?” He asked, refilling the drink.

“Yeah, something like that.” You responded, not really feeling like telling some random guy your life story.

As he walked away, you pulled your phone out from your purse and saw that Klaus was calling. You immediately declined the call and realized that you had 7 missed calls from him already. Setting the phone down on the counter, you slugged down another drink.

He called again and again as you drained drink after drink. You now had over 20 missed calls and you were definitely buzzed. The bartender came over and grabbed your glass from you.

“I know you don’t seem too bad, but you’ve had quite a few so I’m going to cut you off now.” He stated.

You whined, but didn’t argue. While you weren’t black out drunk, you knew you should stop.

“And listen,” he continued, pointing at the phone. “Any guy that calls you that much deserves to be answered.” 

“I don’t wanna answer him.” You said, slightly slurring.

“Do you want me to? I could just tell him that you’re okay.” He offered, obviously just trying to be nice.

You didn’t respond. You knew you should answer Klaus, but after the fight you didn’t want to. Especially after you just declined his last 20+ calls. You could barely imagine how furious he would be. Before you could stop him, the bartender picked up the phone and answered.

“Woah, slow down, man. This isn’t the girl. I’m a bartender at the pub on Main St… yeah, she’s alright…. wait, what?… no, dude, I’m just trying to be nice… I haven’t done anything to her… I haven’t touched her… what the fuck is your problem, man! I just wanted to tell you she’s okay.” 

The conversation seemed to go on like that before the bartender finally hung up and set the phone back down on the counter. Listening to the phone call seemed to make you sober up real quick as you realized what a bad idea it was. You knew how mad Klaus was and having a guy answer your phone would only piss him off more.

“Your boyfriend is an asshole.” He said, obviously trying to repress the anger. 

“Yeah, you really need to leave… like right now.” You warned him.

He stayed quiet, contemplating what to do. Finally, he nodded and retreated to the back of the bar.

You grabbed your phone and purse and walked out to your vehicle. You threw your things in the back seat and leaned against the side of the car. Memories from the fight began resurfacing, causing more tears to fall. You quickly wiped them away, not wanting to cry anymore.

Suddenly, Klaus appeared from nowhere and your body was slammed against the hard metal frame. His figure was pressed firmly against yours as his hands roughly gripped your arms and held them to the side.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?! I’ve been calling you all night! What the hell have you been doing? I’ve been worried! You could have gotten hurt! Why didn’t you answer me?!” He yelled, his face only inches away from yours.

Your heart was racing and your breathing was ragged. You stood there, looking into his enraged eyes. You immediately started crying as you looked at the man you loved. You never meant to hurt him or scare him or worry him. You wanted to tell him a bunch of excuses as to why you acted the way you did, but you could think of none.

“I’m sorry, Klaus.” You whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke.

His eyes immediately softened and looked at you in the loving way they usually do. He brought one of his hands up to your face and wiped away your tears. Then, his hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a passionate embrace, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him. You stood there for moment, allowing yourself to feel safe in his arms. Then, he pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to yours and looking into your eyes. 

“You worried me, my love.” He said in a soft voice. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. I’m sorry.”

You moved your hand up and placed it on his cheek. Then, you gently pressed your lips to his. When you both finally pulled back, he whispered to you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Klaus.”