Ignorance ➹ Niklaus Mikaelson

Chapter Thirteen

Memory Lane

I opened my eyes and stared ahead at Klaus. "Wait so no exchange of numbers or addresses?" I asked in confusion. He shook his head. "Then how did we get together again?"

I was out at Diddy's Grill with a few of my closest friends. We were sitting a few booths away from the bar, watching the customers that would come in. We would make up backstories for each one of them. That's when the familiar face walked up to the bar and sat down. My friends eyed him and I couldn't help but feel jealous.

"I'd like to know his backstory," my friend, Maria licked her lips. "Hopefully it's as good as his back side."

"Woah, calm down there," I stopped her. "I know that guy. Sorry bout your luck, but I got his one."

My friends always went along with the dibs system, but I rarely ever called dibs. I wasn't ever interested in a relationship until I had met Klaus. I approached the bar and as if on cue, he turned to face me.

"Well look who it is," he smirked. "Little lover girl and this time, she brought friends."

"It's been a while," I grinned up at him. "Where've you been? Nobody in New York seems to know a Klaus."

"I've just been looking for something," he answered. "But let's not worry about that now. It's refreshing to see you again, Morgan."

"Excuse me, but you're too young to be sitting over here," the bartender said as he stared at me. "I'm gonna have to ask you to go sit away from the bar."

"Oh leave her alone," Klaus said, staring into the dude's eyes. The guy nodded and left us.

"He just listened to you? Just like that? So much for being a good bartender," I laughed. "Only breaking the law over here."

"Why do I feel like it isn't the first time?" He teased, knowing that I had been illegally drinking the first time we had met.

"I'm a bit of a rebel," I bragged. "Always out and about, looking for any signs of trouble I can get into."

"Oh I bet you are," he chuckled. "So how's your little love hunt going so far?"

"Well, the only guy I've ever met who was worried about love was you. And I couldn't find you, so not so good," I answered, shrugging my shoulders. "Maybe it isn't real. Must have been the alcohol talking."

"Oh, don't go through this again," he frowned.

"Then prove me wrong," I challenged. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Make me believe in love."

"I don't think you could handle me, love," he smirked. "Perhaps you should try someone a little more appropriate for you."

"Try me," I smirked back.

"I came onto you?" I laughed. "Wow, I didn't see that coming."

Klaus chuckled and nodded his head. "You were such a persistent girl. So determined to win the heart of the handsome stranger you met at the bar. It just had to be me who made you believe in love."

"And did you?" I asked, feeling my eyes flutter shut again.

"Have you enjoyed your birthday?" I asked him as I walked around his apartment. I had rarely been in here out of the four months we had been together. He usually came to my house or we went out.

I looked around the place, loving how it was decorated. He had art works on the walls, hanging perfectly straight. It were as if he had hired his own personal designer.