The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

Love. She felt the love fill the entire room as he spoke. And she had no other choice but to smile softly and nod as he broke her heart.

"Why?" She kept asking herself as Klaus said his name over and over again. She had waited for him four years, she was the one who spent sleepless nights looking for him all over town, the one who helped him through everything and anything.

And he dared to fall in love with someone else?

She felt nauseous and disgusted at herself. How can she think all that when he just came back from war? Why was she being so selfish?

-And now I'm back in this old boring house- she can't say anything, she just stares at the tags on his chest, fists and jaw clenched-. You've got no idea how glad I am to see you again.

-Oh, really?- she says sarcastically, hurt.

-Yeah, of course- he frowns and takes her hand-. I missed my dear wife.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-It doesn't matter now.

-Is there anything I can help you with?

-No, I'm fine. I promise... I just need time.

-Okay- she stands up-. I'll make tea.

-Can you bring me an aspirin? My head is killing me.

She smiles at him and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. As she walks down the hallway, tears start blurring her vision, and she has to cover her mouth so Klaus doesn't hear her sobbing. (Y/N) runs downstairs and into the kitchen, letting herself fall on a chair, devastated, crying.

Upstairs, Five searches for Luther when drops of blood caught his attention. Following the trail, he sees they go to Klaus's room, so he enters, worried.

-Are you okay?

His brother is lying on the bed, all curled up and shirtless.

-Hey- he doesn't sound his cheerful usual-. Yeah, I just... Long night.

Five chuckles, looking around the room.

-More than one, from the looks of it.

-Yeah- he grabs a shirt from the floor, tags rattling.

-Don't remember the dog tags.

-Yeah, they belonged to a friend- he puts the shirt on.

-How about the new tattoo?- Five is suspicious.

-You know- he sighs-. I don't totally remember even getting it. Like I said, it was a long night.

-You did it, didn't you?

-What are you talkin' about?

-You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus.

Five walks inside the room.

-Symptoms of what?

-The jet lag, full-body itch, headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain- Klaus looks at him irritated and angry-. You gonna tell me about it?

-Your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead.

-And in return, you stole their briefcase- Five was laughing.

-Yeah- Klaus wanted to punch him-. I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever... And then I opened it.

-And the next thing you knew, you were, where? Or should I say when?

-What difference does it make?- he doesn't want to tell the story again.

-What diff...? Uh... Okay, how long were you gone?

-Almost a year.

-A year?- Five's taken off guard-. Do you know what this means?

-Yeah, I'm ten months older now.

-No, this isn't any sort of joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase- he looks around the room-. Where is it now?

-Gone. I destroyed it- he makes a sign with his hand-. Poof!

-What the hell were you thinking!?

-What do you care!?- he just wants to be alone.

-What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over.

-Just...- Klaus stands up-. Just...

He starts walking to the door.

-Where are you going?

-Interrogation's over, just...- he looks back-. Leave.

Klaus walks to the main stairs, looking for (Y/N), when he hears her desperate voice on the steps. When he peaks over the railway, he sees her holding a cup of tea.

-Oh, yeah, I found him.

-Told you- Diego responds-. Where was he? Blasted at some bar, maybe?

-That's the funny thing- she sounds enraged-. He wasn't at any bar... Wanna guess where I found him?

-Passed out on the street?

-Close- she scoffs-. I found him crying in the middle of the street.

-You see? There was nothing...

-Because he was taken hostage the night of the attack and tortured for days!- some tea spills-. And guess what? None of his family could give a damn about him so he had to save himself!

-Is he okay?- Diego gets concerned.

-No, he's not okay, Diego. And he won't be okay for a long time, by the way. Not that you actually care.

(Y/N) turns and keeps climbing the stairs, almost bumping into Klaus at the top.

-Careful. love- he smiles and takes the cup from her hands-. Don't want you to get hurt.

-Sorry... Here's your aspirin- Klaus drinks some of the tea to swallow the pill-. Where are you going?

-I need a drink.

-What? Nein! You have to rest, dummy.

-(Y/N), I'm too tired to discuss. I'm getting a drink, you want to come?

-No- she takes the cup back-. But I don't want you to be on your own.

-I'll go with him- Diego interrupts-. I want to talk with you, anyway.

(Y/N) just nods and surrounds Klaus to go to her room.

-You look like shit- his brother tells him.

-I know.

-Sorry about...- Diego doesn't know what to say-. I'll be more attentive, I promise.

-Yeah, whatever. Let's go.

-Your girlfriend was driving herself insane, just so you know-they get out the house-. She looked you all over the city, even filled a missing person form.

He smiles.

-She's not my girlfriend... But maybe I should make her.