I’ll Never Get Over You (Getting Over Me)
Part 1 of 2
Summary: CS Modern AU. Of all the bars in the world, why did Emma have to walk into the same one that her ex-boyfriend Killian happens to be in? And what will happen when the green-eyed monster shows up too?
A/N: I was honestly inspired by this old song by Expose. When I heard it playing on the radio, I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Emma being terribly jealous after breaking up with Killian and questioning her feelings for him.
They were having a fun conversation. Standing facing one another, she was telling him an animated story about her best friend’s bachelorette party in Vegas. Killian was even starting to think he might like her. She was certainly his type - pretty, blonde, lovely green eyes - but none of it mattered when he looked up and saw her walking in the door.
His heart stopped in his chest for a moment as he zeroed in on her and everything else faded to black. It had been about 4 weeks since he’d last seen her (27 days, but who was counting?), and her presence was like a shock to his system he could feel all the way to his bones. Damn her and her beautiful face. Her beautiful hair. Her beautiful everything. The night was either looking up or everything was about to come crashing down in a torrent of pain.
Emma straightened her shoulders as she walked in the door. She hated the feeling of being “rated” by all the males in the room, but she knew what would happen as her crew of single ladies entered the bar. The lighting was low, the music was lively, and the air smelled of something young and high on life.
She looked up, plastering a smile on her face, and stopped dead in her tracks. Shit. Of all the bars in the world, she had to walk into the only one that currently contained the source of all her confusion and heartache. One tall, dark and handsome Brit who was currently looking quite entertained by the antics of a petite blonde wearing a tight dress. This was about to get ugly.
The bar was crowded tonight. The city was full of young and attractive people and quite a few of them presently happened to be congregating in this fine establishment. Including the pretty blonde lass who was currently smiling at him, leaning forward just enough to show a bit of cleavage, and leaving her hand on his arm just a bit longer than was necessary. He knew a thing or two about body language, and hers was definitely screaming, “I’m interested.”