When I Met You, I Found Me (1)

Chapter 8

After telling the sheriff what happened, Emma went home. She collapsed on her bed. It was all her fault that Neal was back. If she didn't steal that damned car so she could go to that damned concert none of this would have happened. She wouldn't be scared to go to sleep at night, she wouldn't feel so helpless when something bad happened, and most importantly, she wouldn't feel used. Killian didn't know what he was doing. He thought that he was protecting her, but he was putting himself in the line of fire. Neal was dangerous. Especially when he was upset.

On Saturday morning, Emma awoke to her phone going off. It was a text from Killian stating that he was coming over that day. It was 6:00 in the morning, and she thought that he meant around noon, but she was wrong. At 7:00 there was knocking at the door. She tried to ignore it, but it kept getting louder. At first she wondered why her parents weren't getting it, but then she remembered that they were both at work. She stumbled out of bed and to the front door.

"It's about time." Killian said as he walked into her house.

"Killian what the hell? It's 7:00 in the morning, and people are trying to sleep. And by people I mean me."

"Well you aren't a morning person are you?" Killian asked climbing the stairs and up to her room.

"Not on Saturdays. You know I wouldn't ask you to leave, but what are you doing here?"

"I am making good on my promise. I am protecting you."

"And that involves me getting up at 7:00 in the morning to let you in?"

"Well I can get a key."

Emma laid down on her bed and he laid down next to her. "Sleep first. Key later."

Killian chuckled and soon drifted off to sleep. He was apparently more tired than he thought. Emma fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had everything she could ever want. Parents who love her, friends who care about her, and a boyfriend that was perfect. The two of them had laid in the same bed three times and still hadn't done anything. He was being patient and she appreciated that. Neal had done unspeakable things and Killian knew it. Even though he didn't know exactly happened between them, he would let Emma tell him when she was ready.

Emma woke up around ten again. She looked around and saw Killian in her bed next to her. Killian. 'Oh my God! He saw me without makeup and my hair nice!' She jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom that was adjoined with her bedroom. She looked in the mirror and to her surprise, she looked okay. She brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth then went back to bed. Killian was still asleep and she laid next to him. It was a lazy Saturday. She already knew it. After not being able to sleep, she decided she would get up and make breakfast. She tiptoed downstairs and made pancakes. While she was at the stove, she felt arms wrap around her waist. Along with the arms, a blanket cascaded around her.

"Bloody hell its cold." He muttered in her hair.

"Well what do you expect for early winter?" Emma asked. She took the pancakes that were in the pan and put them on a plate. "Do you want your breakfast?"

Killian sat down and poured syrup on his pancakes. A minute or so later Emma sat down with her plate and began eating. Emma made a fuss about her looks, when Killian was sitting in front of her with a blanket on his shoulders and his hair was all over the place. When they were finished, he gathered up the dishes and put them in the sink. He washed them and she put them away. When they were finished washing the dishes, she leaned against the sink staring at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. I'm wondering how someone like you could even be interested in a nerd like me." Emma said.