I can't believe that people actually like this. I took inspiration from Ariana Grande's new song 'Break Free' for this chapter, hence the chapter name. I'd like to thank my friend again fro giving me inspiration for a part of this, and convincing me to post this. Her writing is just as good as mine, if not better. Feel free to check out her stuff at Marissalyn. Anyways, I hope this is good it's in Emma's POV. I must admit she is much harder than Killian is. His point of view and more of his 'writing' will be up soon, if not tomorrow. No work = More writing. Only if the writers block doesn't hit me. (I do NOT own OUAT, and I apologize again for any errors.) Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Break Free
I only want to die alive
Never by the hands of a broken heart
I don't wanna hear you lie tonight
Now that I've become who I really am
This is the part when I say I don't want it
I'm stronger than I've been before
This is the part when I break free
Cause I can't resist it no more
There was a ringing in her ear; it wasn't her phone, oh that's right yeah you drank with Jones last night. Oh shit, Jones. Emma opens up her eyes slowly, the bright sun hurting her eyes. Sitting up she realizes that she's still in her work outfit. What had happened? Killian Jones. That's what happened. That stupid bastard came into her apartment, kicked out her boyfriend, then walked into her room and put her into her bed. She groans getting up quickly, instantly regretting that decision. That's when there's a knock at her door.
"WHAT!?" She screams, grabbing her head and sliding over to her door. Mumbling inaudible words under her breath, mostly curses but who's to tell?
"Damn Emma, it's just me!" Her best friend Ruby shouts. Opening it up with a groan she lets Ruby in, her hair colored with new red highlights.
"Nice hair." She groans, moving her hand back to her head. Fucking hang over. Did she honestly drink that much? Stupid attractive bastard, if she was going to blame anyone for her hang over it was going to be Mr. Playboy. Not her long day at work, not her boyfriend. Killian Jones.
Closing the door she stumbles back into her apartment, sliding into the kitchen to grab some Advil. Note to self, do not drink when attractive men like him are in your presence. You'll do something stupid.
"What happened to you?"
"Killian fucking Jones." She growls, swallowing the two Advil.
"Who?"
"You know my neighbor; friends with Victor, college roommate with David. Destroyer of my life."
"Right, the attractive man whore." She smiles giving Emma that look. That look that says "you secretly like him".
"I never said attractive. And I know that look Ruby, I do not like him. I'm with Neal remember?"
"Yet nothing is happening." She reminds her.
"I'm happy."
"You're dying."
"I'm okay. Which is better than what I have been."
"You deserve better." Ruby says as Emma walks into her room to change. Opening up her dresser drawer to pull out a pair of clean jeans and a tank top. Then walking back out to the main part of her apartment.
"What are you doing here Ruby? Not that I don't enjoy your company."
"Don't tell me you forgot?"
"Forgot what?"
"Ugh Emma, you were gonna help me with surprising Victor! It's his birthday Saturday."
"Ruby I-"
A knock breaks their conversation, Emma opens up the door to find Neal standing there. Uh oh, not now. Please not now.
"Hi." Neal says walking in, placing a kiss on her lips. The same kiss that used to be full of excitement, the same kiss that now felt dead. She sighs at the realization of this, what changed between them? They loved each other. Right?
Three Years Ago...
This perp just wouldn't stop being a pain in her ass. It has been months, couldn't he just give her a break? Apparently not, her partner Graham had given her a lead on his location. Fortunately yet unfortunately the city of New York had tons of choices of transportation. She places her fingers in her mouth and whistles for a cab, as one approaches she climbs in.
"Tony's Restaurant." she says
"201 Gold Apartments." a man says at the same time, climbing into the seat next to her. His hair was the color of bark, while his eyes sported a light chocolate color. She would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. He wore a plain t-shirt and a beat up hoodie with dark jeans.
"Hey! This is mine, go get your own fucking cab."
"I've been waiting for ten minutes!"
"I don't care asshole, get out of my cab. I've got myself a perp to catch."
"Sounds impressive." he says with a smile.
"Ugh, you're flirting with me? Get the fuck out of my cab." she snaps at him, clearly he wasn't getting that she wasn't in the mood for this.
"I'm Neal." he said extending out his hand.
"What makes you think I'm going to tell you my name?"
"How about you tell me over coffee?"
She had just gotten out of college when she met him, just twenty three years old at the time. Now three years going on four years later, she was conflicted. Sure she loved Neal; he was her first love. The first person that she felt loved her, she always had her adoptive brother David but this was different.
"What's the problem love?" a voice sounding an awful lot like Killian says in her head.
"What the hell are you doing in here? Get out."
"I can't, you're the one who was thinking of me."
"Oh go fuck yourself." she tells the voice in her head.
"With pleasure love."
Oh damn it, she was making those stupid innuendos for him. It was him. Killian. He was the reason she was doubting her relationship with Neal. Killian understood her in ways Neal never could, just the mere thought of him would give her chills.
"We need to talk." Neal said ripping her from her Jones infected thoughts.
"Uh sure." she shrugs putting her hands in her pockets.
"Alone." he enunciates, cocking his head at Ruby.
"I'm sorry I'll be right back." she says to Ruby, who just gives her a nod.
Neal walks into Emma's room; Emma following close behind, shutting the door and turning on the light. She turns to Neal folding her arms, not daring to make eye contact with him.
"What's up?"
"We need to talk about last night."
"Which part?" she spits out, plunging her hands into her back pockets.
"The part where your neighbor came in." he growls, his brow turning in with fury.
"What's there to talk about? He was just breaking up the fight." she shrugs, defending Killian for some reason. Maybe it was because he had done her a favor last night, she was in no mood to fight. If it wasn't for him, it would've lasted a lot longer than it had.
"It was none of his damn business to come in here and interfere. I don't trust him Emma, I don't think you should either."
"You can't tell me who I should trust and who I shouldn't." she reminds him, finally looking up at him.
"He's nothing but trouble Emma, he is a loser."
"How old are you Neal? Are we in high school? And he's not a loser."
"Why are you defending him?" he accuses, his voice rising slightly.
"Because he broke up a fight. A fight I didn't want to have in the first place. We fight all the time Neal."
"I know." he sighs taking a step closer towards her.
"What happened to us Neal?"
"I'd say it was around the time you moved into this apartment. When he became your neighbor."
"Do not make this about Jones. This is about us." she shouts.
"That playboy has had his share of girls. I just don't want you to become one of them."
"You honestly think I'd do that?" Is that honestly what he thought? That she would sleep with Jones? Impossible. Granted she's thought about it, maybe a couple times when she was sexually frustrated. Though she'd never ever do that, especially to Neal.
"I'm not going to underestimate his charms Emma. He's a smooth guy."
"Neal I would never do that."
"I wish I could believe that." he mumbles, looking away.
"Do you not trust me?" she screams taking a step back, pointing a finger at him. This was insane, he thought she'd just go sleep with him. He may be good, but he wasn't that good.
"Of course I do!"
"Clearly you don't, you wouldn't be accusing me of cheating on you like that!" she roars, ripping the door of her room open. Meeting Ruby and of course, Killian sitting on the couch.
"Just what I needed." she mumbles to herself, just as Neal races into the room. Stopping at Emma's side at the sight of Killian.
"YOU!"
"Me?" Killian asks with a look of confusion on his face, looking utterly adorable. Why was it that he could look sexy as hell one minute and adorable the next? Part of the charm, the Killian voice tells her.
"Neal don't-"
"I don't know what your problem is, but you stay the hell away from Emma." Neal growls, teeth clenched as he picks the handsome writer up by the collar of his shirt. Emma's heart skipping at the thought of Neal lashing out at him, she told herself countless times she hated Killian. Which she now realized was a huge lie, she didn't hate him. She just was insanely attracted to the guy.
"What ever I may have done I can assure you, I would never do anything to corrupt your relationship with the princess." his accent thick as he confesses his gentleman-like intentions. Emma could feel her cheeks turning bright crimson, which Killian clearly noticed because now there was a smile on his face.
"Bull shit, you're a playboy. You may get any girl you want but you will never get her."
"Look, it is not right to speak about Emma as if she is not in the room. Besides I don't consider myself worthy of her to have her anyways."
"Good to hear it."
"She's a challenge."
"Excuse me?" Emma and Neal say at the same time.
"It's a good thing. Besides I love a challenge." he winks at Emma at the word love, heading towards the door of her apartment.
"I'm not done with you Jones." Neal growls punching him square in the face. His rings clearly would do some damage to Killian's face. Damn it. Killian brings his hand to his lip, blood slipping through his fingers. His beautiful blue eyes going dark with anger.
"ENOUGH!" Ruby screams, reminding them of her presence. The three look at her with wide eyes. "This is ridiculous. You two are fighting like high schoolers with a stupid crush. Neal, she loves you to pieces she'd never cheat on you. You on the other hand is debatable, I don't trust you never have. So watch it. And you," she begins turning to Killian, "I don't know what you think you're doing but I'd back away from them. They have something you'll never have, so stop destroying their relationship." Ruby explains which leaves them all speechless.
Neal looking at her with complete shock, Emma looking at her with gratitude. But when Emma looked at Killian she saw something, she saw under his walls. He was heartbroken at her assumption of him, her heart sunk at the realization. His eyes met hers for a split second, a mix of emotions she never thought he'd be capable of having swirling in those orbs she loved. Sorrow, jealousy, understanding, and of course anger. His eyes rip away from hers with anger, turning to the door and pulling it open and slamming it shut.
"Now that that's done, I'll talk to you later Emma. I can see you too have some talking to do." Ruby says picking up her stuff and walking out of the apartment. Leaving the silent couple alone at last.
"What did she mean?" Emma mutters quietly, eyes glued at the floor. "When she said that you would cheat on me?"
"I don't know what she was talking about." he says taking a step closer, not daring to make eye contact. Which causes Emma's lie detectors to go off like crazy. Why would he lie? Has he cheated?, she asks herself.
"Don't you dare lie to me Neal."
"You know that you really can't tell when someone's lying Emma. It's a stupid childish game, give it up." he growls, his finally eyes meeting hers.
"Whatever, can we just talk about this later? Can you just stay here and hold me?"
"Actually I have to go Emma," he says kissing her quickly, "I love you."
"Love you too." she says sadly, folding her arms across her chest.
"I'll call you later." he says turning to the door, she kisses him one more time before slowly closing the door. Only for a foot to get caught in the door, a hand pushes the door open. A beaten up Killian slowly walks in.
"What do you want?"
"I came by to check on you this morning, I didn't realize that your boyfriend would be here. I apologize for my intrusion." he states rather truthfully.
"Aren't you a gentleman?" she sighs, dropping her hands to her sides. Their eyes meeting at the same time, locking and not moving for several moments.
"I told you I always am." he smiles weakly.
"Neal didn't hurt you too much did he?"
"Are you concerned about me Swan?"
"It may seem crazy Jones, but I don't hate you."
"Noted."
"Come here." she says taking a step closer, placing her fingers against his cheek. He flinches at her touch.
"That's gonna leave a mark."
"Unfortunately." he smirks.
"Oh yeah such a shame your pretty face will be out of the business for a couple days." she replies sarcastically, his eyes glowing at her confession. A smile creeping into the corner of his mouth. Which causes her to smile a little, tucking a piece of her her hair behind her ear as she turns away.
"Emma..." he mumbles, grabbing onto her hand. Electric sparks flying through them, as if something was telling them to just hold on. To never ever let the other out of their sight. Luckily for Emma, he already promised himself he wouldn't let her go. Returning to reality she pulls her hand away, the electricity finding a way to burn her skin. Marking it as Killian's. Killian Jones's and him alone.
"I just want to be alone." she sighs.
"Emma wait..." he says climbing over her couch and plopping down with a thump. He cocks his head, telling her to come closer.
"What?" she laughs quietly, wrapping her arms around her body. Holding herself close, imagining it were her boyfriend's arms holding her. Killian holds out his hand, surprisingly she takes it. He pulls her towards him, wrapping his arm around her. She instantly and surprisingly relaxes in his arms, much faster than she would if it were Neal.
"You look like you need to be held." he whispers, rubbing his thumb against her shoulder. Slowly his free hand takes hers, holding it loosely. Giving her the option to let go if she wanted, but she didn't. She never wanted to let go, not of him. Not Killian Jones, never Killian Jones. Little did she know she needed him much more than she'd admit. She needed him just as much as oxygen, he lifted her spirit, gave her hope. Killian Jones was a dangerous man; not gangster dangerous, more like thief dangerous. He could get through the cracks in her walls, especially the ones around her heart. And that scared the living shit out of her.
Relaxing into his grasp she leans her head on his shoulder, sighing as the two seem to get closer. If that was even possible; skin softly pressing against each other, hearts beating as one, fingers laced in an intricate design. A design that was only theirs. Emma and Killian. Killian and Emma.
He's holding you when your own boyfriend wouldn't. What does that tell you Emma? Hm? He's using you! He doesn't care that you need to be held, he just wants to get in your pants. You hear me Emma? Hello!? EMMA!? the walls around her heart screamed, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She felt free in his clutches, she felt like herself when she was with him. But she knew when she finally let go of him, her walls would slam back into place and this never would happen again.
"You won't let me in will you?" he mumbles sadly.
"No."
"I'll be here when you decide to let those walls down Swan."
"Why?"
"Would it surprise you that I care?"
"You?" she says sounding completely surprised. which was the exact reaction he was expecting, he chuckles lightly which makes Emma's heart flutter.
"Tell me what made your crocodile boyfriend think you'd cheat on him?"
"He thought I'd give in to your charms."
"He's a fool. It's bad form to take another's woman. I learned that the hard way, it only results in a broken heart and years of writers block." he chuckles as if it were no big deal, which it was he'd just opened up to her without realizing or maybe...it was intentional. He let her see him.
"You loved someone?"
"I'm not a cold hearted snake Emma." he growls loosening his grip, moving away from her almost completely. But not before she pulls him back closer than before.
"I realize that, I never said you were a cold hearted snake." she says pulling his eyes to hers, giving him a weak smile.
"Beautiful." he whispers, placing his finger in between one of her golden curls.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
Review? Any suggestions or anything else feel free to comment/message me. And do you guys care about there being a lot of dialog? Cause sometimes I feel like they have more to say than what they're feeling. Or maybe that's more when I'm writing Emma. Thanks for taking time to read my shit. I still can't believe that people like my shit. YEY! Bye!
