Centuries // [klaus mikaelson]

April 2016

2016, Los Angeles, California.

"Luke!" I shout to my best friend.

"Yes, Violetta? You look pretty." He smiles, looking at me in my black jeans and a ripped up t-shirt.

"Which shoe?!" I scream, pointing to my feet, where I have a black Chelsea boot on one foot and a high top black converse on the other. "Or! I have this!" I show him my phone that has a completely different outfit displayed on it. I'm wearing a tight black dress with gray velvet thigh high boots in the picture.

"What are you doing?"

"First date. We're going to the movies. I think."

"Wear this today," He points to me now. "With the boots." He adds, and winks. "And this when you want to get fucked."

"Aw, thank you." I smile, and grab my purse. "I'm going out with Tyler. From the bar." I wink.

"Wow." Luke says, and there's a chime through out the house. He's here.

"That'll be him. See you later." I put on my other shoe, and walk to the front door, but I don't see Tyler from the bar. I see my meant-to-be husband from almost a millennium ago. "Harry?!"

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