Shattered Heart

The Date

Better late than never right?

I know, I'm a terrible person. It has been like a month and a half since I last updated. I have just been so busy and too tired to sit down and force my brain to write. Please forgive me!

So to make up for my lost time, I shall make this chapter extra long and fluffy! Yay!

This chapter's song is Force of Nature by Bea Miller

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{Emma's POV}

It was one hour until my date with Killian, and I had no clue what to wear. I had completely torn apart my closet, and finally flopped on my bed in defeat. I couldn't believe it. I had so many clothes and not one thing to wear. All of the dresses I owned were too, well, sexy, and I didn't want to wear a dress like that. My relationship with Killian was much different than any other relationship I had ever had. Then Mary Margaret walked into my room.

"Clothing troubles?" she said sympathetically.

"I have a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear," I said sadly.

"Girl struggles," Mary Margaret said with a giggle. I let out a small laugh with her and then returned to my depressed state. "Oh, stop moping and have a little faith in your mother."

From behind her back she pulled out a pastel pink dress. It fit at the top, and then flowed into a skirt. Not too big, but just right.

"That's beautiful!" I exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"

"It was mine, but I never wore it and it doesn't fit me anymore, So I figured you could wear it."

"This is perfect. Thank you," I said as I jumped up and hugged her. Then I took the dress from her and she slipped out of the room so I could get changed.

I put it on and found that it fit me perfectly. It hugged my top comfortably and then faded into a flowy skirt that ended at my knees. I twirled in the mirror and watched it fan out around me. I felt like a princess. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and curled the ends. Then I put on some makeup. Not a lot, because I was running low on time, but enough to look presentable. I found a pair of white flats in the bottom of my closet and slid them on. Then, with one final look in the mirror, I headed downstairs.

When I reached the bottom of the steps, I found David, Mary Margaret, and Henry looking up at me. 

"Wow," Henry said.

"Wow is right," David echoed. I couldn't help the blush creeping onto my face.

Mary Margaret put Neal down in his crib and picked up her Polaroid camera. "Somebody's big sister is going on a very big date tonight!" She said excitedly.

"Okay, let's not oversell-" I didn't get the chance to finish before I was blinded by the flash of her taking a picture. "Wow, I really need to get my own place."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. 

"There he is!" Mary Margaret said.

I quickly stepped to the door, making sure I beat my father, and pulled the door open. There I saw Killian. Except it wasn't the Killian I had grown familiar to seeing. He had on a black vest with a leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. We looked at each other in shock. His eyes drank in my body, and I watched his face turn crimson. 

"Swan, you look..." He stuttered. Killian Jones seemed to be at a true loss for words. "You look... stunning."

I felt my face growing redder by the moment. "You look..." I said, searching for the right word.

"I know," he finished for me, his cocky self returning. I let out a sigh and stepped aside so he could come in. Instead, he took a step closer to me and held out a red rose from behind his back.