Author's note : As promised, my new fiction which goes along with my OS Killian&Emma texting, Hope you'll like it as much as the previous one :)
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything, characters are the property of those two guys named Edward and Adam…
Prologue
Going away from Boston has always been one of the things that had been turning around in her mind over the years. Today was the day. She was, however, not leaving alone as she had planned it when she was just eleven 'When I'll be a grown-up, I'll leave this place and I will become a great actress. I will prove them all I am worth it!' she used to think. Being in the foster care system had always been a nightmare for her, until the day, her friend's mother who was the kindest woman on earth decided to adopt her after she saw what she was going through. Here she was, waiting at the airport for the plane that will lead her, her sister and her best friend to London, where she had gotten a role in a movie from a famous producer. 'Here I am' she thought 'I am going to prove them all I am worth it'.
Emma Swan, that was her name. A beautiful twenty-six-year-old-woman, with long blond curls falling down her back and shoulders. Green eyes sparkling with life, but which, at times, could reveal the hurt she was carrying every day. She was a strong grown-up whose trust was not easily gained.
"Emma" she heard her sister, Mary-Margaret, calling her "The plane is about to leave, let's go"
"I'm coming" she smiled, picking up her bag "Goodbye Boston, hello London!"
Somewhere, in some pub in London town, Killian Jones was, as usual, drinking one or several glass of rum to try and forget his day. He knew he wasn't going to be able to do it after tomorrow. He was lucky enough his manager and best friend Graham Humbert had been able to convince the producer he was fitting for the role. Yes, Killian was considered as one of the most talented, famous and, let's face it, sexiest actor of his generation. But he had had his downs. Huge ones and no one knew the cause of them. They all put in on the fact that all this fame was hard to handle for the not-yet-thirty-Killian.
"Last night here, isn't it?" the bartender inquired.
"Aye. Its seems so" Killian replied in his oh-so-famous Irish accent, putting his glass down on the counter. "I owe a friend. So, no more rum after tonight. How much do I owe you?" he asked, getting up.
"Nothing boy. These are yours" the old man answered "Next time you come I hope to see you with some friends, or a girlfriend, who knows?" he winked.
"We'll see that" Killian chuckled "Thanks for the drinks"
"My pleasure. Good luck Jones" he told him and the actor nodded leaving the heat of the pub for the cold of the Londoner night, walking back to his house.
Author's note: Yeah, there's a prologue, that is a first for me, tell me what you thought about it leaving a review below and tell me if I should continue it or not and if yes, I'll post chapter 1 tomorrow or on Sunday :) xx