Welcome to the first One Shot Saturday. Every Saturday, I'll be uploading a new Captain Swan one shot as separate chapters on this story. They will be unrelated to each other.
There maybe the occasional two part story, however that will be made clear at the start of each one shot.
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It's Tuesday -
Emma is in her first year of college. Just a month after her breakup with Neal, Emma meets a mysterious Englishman at the student bar, 'The Pear Tree.' Rated:T
Emma stood in the entrance to The Pear Tree. It's Tuesday and Student Night at the university. Which means should could get ridiculously drunk and forget about her recent breakup with Neal. Yes its her first night out since the break-up. And yes, she'd spent the majority of the last month with her face in a tub of Ben and Jerry's, but not tonight. Tonight, she was going to get ridiculously drunk and enjoy herself.
She took a deep breath and adjusted her little black dress down, just a little bit lower.
Come on Swan.
You can do this.
She took one step, and another, until eventually, she was at the bar and a glass of red wine was in front of her. The Pear Tree, wasn't a regular students bar. By 11pm, most students are out of there and have gone to one of the many nightclubs situated in the city. Emma picked up the glass of wine, just as a man sat down next to her.
"Is this seat taken, lass?" he asked as he was trying to get the bar-mans attention. Emma looked at him, and shook her head no, before taking a sip out of her glass. She momentarily took a look around her. There was a man playing guitar in the corner of the room, and a few people dotted here and there, but other than that, it was a quiet night. Figures.
As soon as the mysterious man next to her had his drink, he turned back to her and the questioning started. "I haven't seen you around her before" he stated, the obvious British accent shining through.
"I guess you haven't." Emma said and took another sip.
"What's your name?" He asked curiously as Emma took another sip. Emma sighed. She wanted to get drunk. She didn't want to get drunk and actually have to talk to people.
"None of your business." She harshly said and swirled the silky red liquid around her glass before taking yet another gulp.
The man nodded and stuck his hand out anyway. "Killian Jones is the name." Emma looked down at his hand, and contemplated shaking it. Instead, she finished off her glass and decided somewhere quieter would be more suited to her.
She stood up and adjusted her dress and smiled at Killian. "I have to go." She said and he gave her a smile.
"I'll see you around" Killian said, then turned his attention back to his glass of rum. It was at this point, Emma made her escape out of the Pear Tree and into the darkness of the night.
It was the Tuesday after, and Emma once again found herself outside of The Pear Tree. This time, with her friends Belle and Ashley.
"I really don't know whether I feel like going out tonight guys." Emma said as she turned towards them, the heartbreak showing clearly on her face.
"If that shit face Neal has decided that it's time to move on, so should you Emma" Ashley said and took her arm.
"He was with another girl, Ash."
"Yes and that's exactly the reason, why we need to find you a guy" Belle chimed in and linked her arm around Emma's free one.
Emma signed, knowing full well that she wasn't getting out of this one. She walked through the entrance in the direction of the bar, with her two best friends by her side. The bar was a little busier on this night, compared to the last Tuesday she was there. The lights were dimmed, there was another guitarist sat on a stool on the stage, and people had taken to the dance floor, making it a lot livelier and more entertaining.
As she approached the bar, a familiar figure was sat with his glass of rum, with his back to her. She tried her hardest not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. It felt like every fibre of her being was attracting herself to him. It was at this moment, when he happened to turn around and face her.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss No Name. How are you this fine Tuesday, my lady?" Yes. That comment made Emma blush. But not only that, it caught the attention of Belle and Ashley, who gave each other a knowing look, before turning away and leaving Emma with him.
Emma sat down in the seat next to Killian and gave him a small smile. As she tried to get the attention of the bar man, Killian stood with money in his hand ready; "Allow me" he said. "A glass of red, mate."
With a glass in her hand, she was finally able to relax. They sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the guitarist play his set.
"So, are you ever going to tell me your name?" Killian pleaded as they clinked their glasses together.
"It depends" Emma teased, "do you deserve it?"
"I bought you wine, love. I think I do." Emma laughed, and nodded.
"Emma" she said and smiled. "My name is Emma."
"Emma." Killian smiled. "The name suits you well." Emma blushed at his comment.
Emma and Killian sat there for hours, talking the night away. Before they knew it, the guitarist had finished playing, the dance floor had emptied, and it was almost 2am. Emma didn't know what it was about Killian, but talking with him felt natural to her. "Damn it." Emma whispered and shook her head.
"Is everything okay?" Killian asked as he saw her looking around.
"Belle and Ashley – my friends – they seem to have left me." Emma said as she started to stand up. Killian started to look disappointed. "It's late, and I have classes tomorrow."
Killian stood up, took her wine glass out of her hand and placed it on the bar. He grabbed his jacket then said "I'll walk you home."
"You don't need to do that. I live like 5 minutes away. Honestly."
"Emma, I know I've only known your name for what -" he looked at his watch and then continued "- 4 and a half hours, but I'm a gentleman. And a gentleman wouldn't let you walk home by yourself. There could be anyone out there." Well she couldn't argue with that, so she agreed and they made their way out of the bar, together.
"Tell me about your family." Killian said and thrust his hands inside of his pockets. It was late October and the weather had officially turned. There was a chill in the air which let everyone know that Autumn was most definitely here.
"I'm an orphan" Emma plainly said. "No family. None that I know of anywhere. I spent the majority of my childhood in a foster home, or moving from one family to another. They all seemed to have kids of there own so I never stayed anywhere too long." It was a sad story. Emma knew that. Yet she didn't want to dwell on the past, it was her future she wanted to focus on now. "Luckily, I did well in high school, so I got a scholarship to go here. Otherwise I'd probably be working in a bar for the rest of my life." Emma smiled before turning her attention to the man standing next to her.
"I have a brother, he lives back in England with his wife. And our parents died when we were younger. Luckily, Liam – my brother – had turned 18 so he could take legal custody of me."
"I'm sorry." Emma said. There stories were both so tragic. Another thing they had in common. That and the love for alcohol. They walked for a couple of minutes more. Mostly in silence. A comfortable silence though; like they had been practising for years.
This was the third Tuesday in a row that Emma was standing in the entrance to The Pear Tree. The first Tuesday, she wanted to get ridiculously drunk. The second Tuesday, she wanted to forget all about Neal and the bitch she saw him kissing. But today. This Tuesday was different. She wanted to see Killian. Needed to see Killian.
She walked into the bar and she saw him sitting in his usual seat at the bar. She briskly walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around, she noticed his mouth twist into a smile as he motioned for her to sit next to him; her glass of wine already waiting.
"Mmmm, thank you" Emma said and took a sip out of the glass.
"It's Tuesday" Killian said as she was putting her glass back down onto the table.
"So it is" Emma said and smiled. Killian took a deep breath, and copied her actions as he put the glass of rum down next to hers on the bar.
"I mean." Killian paused, like he was contemplating whether or not what he was about to reveal, was the right thing to say. "I feel like we've got to know each other quite well over the last few weeks and I-" Killian scratched his head "All I've wanted to do over the last couple of weeks is this."
Killian finished his sentence, but before Emma could realise what was going on, his lips was on hers and it was like hundreds of fireworks exploded simultaneously. Emma instinctively kissed him back and soon enough, her hands with in her hair. It didn't matter that they were in a bar full of people. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other three Tuesday's. This was natural for the both of them. And for Emma, it was like that missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle had slotted into place.
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Thanks, Jess.
