You'd always understood that the best way to get over someone was to move on with someone else. But what if there had been nothing to move on from in the first place? You and Kol had never been an item, never kissed, never touched, only ever said I love you in the friendly sense. You'd always just been best friends, but you were head over heels for him and it was killing you.
You'd always understood that the best way to get over someone was to move on with someone else. But you weren't entirely sure it was the best way to get over Kol Mikaelson. In fact, as you sat there now, on your date, listening to this guy drone on and on about how much time he spent in the gym, you didn't see yourself moving on at all.
So, naturally, you were pleased when the night was over, when you found an excuse to go home. But you didn't go home. You went to the Mikaelson compound, hoping to find Kol there.
But he was nowhere to be seen.
"How was the date?" Rebekah's voice floated down from the staircase.
"Awful. Where's Kol?"
"He said he was going out. Probably down at Rousseau's."
"Thanks, Bex."
Twenty minutes later and you found yourself at Rousseau's. Sitting at the bar was Kol and judging by the time, and the state of the door, he had broken in. You would have gone in there, prepared to scold him, but judging by the stormy look on his face as he drank, you thought better of it.
In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure why you were so desperate to see him. You had gone on the date to try and move on from him, so why were you here with him now? Yes, he was your best friend, and yes, you were in love with him so that probably accounted for you wanting his company, but surely this whole thing was stupid?
Apparently you weren't in the habit of listening to your brain as you opened the door and sat next to him.
He barely glanced at you as he spoke.
"How was the date?"
"Horrendous."
He sniffed, a sarcastic laugh escaping his lips. It irritated you that something was clearly up. He normally would have told you straightaway, and the fact that he was taking it out on you felt wrong on so many levels.
"Have I done something?"
"Only been yourself, Y/N."
"I don't understand."
"No, you wouldn't, would you?" Kol set down his drink, finally turning to look at you. His brow was furrowed, anger etched into his features. "You wouldn't understand, Y/N, because you never do."
"Kol, what are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is that you never notice things. You never notice the way I look at you, never understand the implications of what I say to you. You don't even know what you do to me, never understand why I get protective of you when other guys start looking at you. You don't understand anything and I'm tired of it."
"Then tell me. Tell me what you want me to understand."
Kol stood up, turning your bar stool so you faced him. He placed a hand on either side of you, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. But he wasn't drunk. You had seen him drunk before and this definitely wasn't it.
No, Kol Mikaelson was deadly serious.
"I want you to understand that I love you. I want you to understand that I am head over heels in love with you and I can't bear the thought of you being with anyone else. I want to kiss you more than anything in the whole world right now, and I want you to understand that."
You swallowed, heart beating fast.
"I understand, Kol," you looked up at him, "And I think you should."
"What?"
"I think you should kiss me. I think you should kiss me because I love you too."
And so, he did.
You were aware of so many things in that moment, of Kol's lips on yours, of his hands at your hips, fingers teasing the edge of your shirt material. You pulled away from him and did what he had been clearly desperate to do; you took your shirt off, gesturing for him to do the same.
This was happening. This was really happening.
The last thing you were fully conscious of was hopping up onto the bar. From then on, it was only Kol. Only his mouth everywhere he could reach, his hands in your hair, the words he uttered over and over again.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
And then it reached that moment where finally, finally, you knew that you understood everything. When Kol entered you, when you became one at last, you knew that there would never be a miscommunication between you again. When he said your name into his shoulder, when you let out those breaths you didn't know you had been holding, you finally understood why you couldn't move on.
There was no moving on from someone like Kol Mikaelson.
There would be no moving on from someone you were totally in love with.
Not that you wanted that anymore.
Nor you ever would.
