A/N: Someone on fanfiction.net asked me if I had plans to do any haylijah fanfics. I'm not a haylijah fan, but this is for the person on there that reviewed and asked, so I'm going to try my best at this.471Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUS7Wtghxe
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It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Hayley Marshall stood on the balcony at the compound, also known as the Originals' family home that they had built together over 100 years ago or so.
A few minutes later, Elijah walked onto the balcony and went to stand by her.
She turned to face him, before giving him one good slap across the face.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," she warned him for future reference. She then added, "Welcome home."
"If I upset you in any way, my apologies. How may I atone for my mistake?"
She looked at him, unsure what to say for the moment.
Always the noble one, she thought to herself.
"Well, you can start by only making promises you can keep," she said, before adding, "I missed you."
Without realizing it, they ended up just inches away from each other, her arms around his neck.
A moment later, they were kissing.
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