Imagine Klaus making you feel insecure, but then apologizing
You had been dating Klaus for about 5 months now. You had found, that underneath it all, he was a huge sweetheart. When you had met him, you despised him, but he was interested in you.
He always flirted with you, but you were too quiet to tell him to stop, so eventually you got used to it. When he eventually asked you on a date, you felt rude saying no, and now you were dating.
You had insecurity issues in the past, but he always complimented you and made you feel loved.
You were currently searching through your drawers, for something to wear. You and Klaus were going to get a drink at the Mystic Grill.
Eventually, you found a red crop top, it was basically just a short t-shirt. It didn't show too much stomach, but it showed a little. You went to another drawer, and pulled out a pair of jean shorts. Just as stepped out of your large closet, and began getting dressed, Klaus came in and sat down on the bed. He watched as you pulled your jeans and shirt on.
You smiled at yourself in the mirror, liking what you looked like.
"Are you really going to wear that?" Klaus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" You asked, looking back at yourself in the mirror.
"It's just that, those kinds of shirts, aren't really for people with your body type," he said, causing tears to come to your eyes.
"Oh, okay. I'll go change," you whispered, walking into the closet and closing the door. Klaus waited patiently, not realizing what exactly he had said. He just wanted you to change, because he didn't like other people looking at your body, so he made an excuse, so he didn't seem controlling. He didn't say anything, until he heard your quiet sobs.
You had your back up against the closet door, holding the shirt in your hands. Klaus got up from the bed, and knocked on the door.
"Love? Please open up, what's the matter?" He asked, sounding concerned, causing you to cry even more.
"Go away," you said through your sobs. He pleaded for you to let him in, until you yelled at him. It was odd for him to make a comment like that, he never insulted your looks, not even during a fight. After a moment, you stood up and walked over to the mirror.
You looked at it, focusing on your stomach. You poked at it, and squeezed the fat that was there. You had never thought it was a bad thing to have a bit of a stomach, you knew that not everybody could look like the models.
You had never been insecure about your stomach, just everything else. Now, you had to add another thing to your insecurity list.
You figured he had left, probably to go to grill with some other girl from Mystic Falls. Maybe he's getting a drink with Caroline instead, you thought to yourself. You threw on a hoodie and sweatpants. You stepped out and almost ran straight into Klaus.
"Love," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek. You pulled away, pushing past him. He watched as you got into bed.
"Y/n, talk to me. What's the matter?" He asked, sitting down on the bed. He attempted to put his hand on your leg, but you kicked it away.
"Leave me alone, Klaus," you said, turning over, so you were facing away from him.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," Klaus said, causing you to look back at him. He knew you had been crying, but his face softened when he saw the way your eyelashes clumped together, and the tears stained your cheeks.
"I'm fat," you simply said.
"Okay, for one, why do you think that? Two, you're not and even if you were, I wouldn't love you any less," he said.
"You said crop tops weren't meant for people with my body type, that means I'm overweight, correct?" You asked, more tears coming to your eyes.
"Love," Klaus whispered, and then gestured for you to come over to him.
"No," you said, looking away and at the wall.
"Come on, love. I didn't mean it like that," Klaus said.
"Yes you did," you stated.
"No, I just said that because I didn't want people seeing your body," Klaus admitted.
"So then, why would you lie? You made me feel like an idiot," you said, staring at him.
"I know, and I apologize for that, but I didn't want to seem controlling," he responded.
"So, you don't think I'm fat?" You asked, one last time to be sure.
"No, I do not," he said, and you made your way to him.
"I love you, Klaus," you said, before kissing him.
"I love you as well," he replied.
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