Imagine...

28.

Imagine: Kol looking after you when you're drunk.

You stumbled through the door, tripping over the mat at your front door and laughed at yourself. The large amounts of alcohol you had just consumed had proven your status as a clumsy drunk - you had almost fallen over three times on the walk to Kol's car.

Speaking of Kol, he was still standing on your porch, unable to get in. Turning around, you laughed as he stood waiting.

"Come on darling, let me in. I'm too handsome for you to leave me out here." Kol said with a cheeky smirk.

"Why should I? I want you to beg to come in. Imagine that, Kol Mikaelson grovelling at my feet." You said with a giggle, leaning against the wall.

Kol looked at you with an annoyed expression, but you just stared at him and he sighed.

"Please, may I enter?" He asked.

A large smile covered your face, and you told him to get on his hands and knees.

"Please Y/N, may I come in?"

"Fine, come on in." You said.

-

The sunlight shone through the windows of your room, causing you to groan and bury your head into Kol's chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, pulling you as close as possible.

"Ugh. My head feel's like Bonnie just gave me a continuous aneurysm."

"Don't worry darling, just stay here with me and I'm sure you'll be fine." Kol said, kissing your forehead softly. You could practically feel him smirking down at you.

You went to get up, but his hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back into his chest.

"Stay, sweetheart. I know you want to."

"Shut up." You grumbled.