Drogheda | Book 1

6. Friendly Dinner

_______________________Two Weeks Later_______________________

Emma's POV

I sit on his bed attempting to write, as Killian rants about how he has writers block for his music. I chime in every now and then, just to tell him that I'm listening, well sort of. "Are you even listening?" He asks. I keep writing just to finish this chapter. "Hello?" He sits in front of me. "Emma?" He waves his hand in front of me. I keep writing. He takes the book out of my hands.

"Hey!" I yell.

"Finally, now I can read what you've been working on." He smiles.

"Give it back." I hold my hand out signaling him to put it in it.

"Why? What is so important that you won't shown me?"

"Please, Killian." I beg.

"Fine," he hands it to me.

"Thank you." I take it and sit back on his bed. He grabs his guitar and sits on my bed. After a few minutes of tuning the instrument, he starts to play and sing.

'Late one night I heard
The sound of any empty room and a single word
And it took time to pass
But I found nothing in the woods when I searched for it'

He's actually really good. He's sang before, but I wasn't really paying attention.

'A hollow calm sets in
For this lonely boy in a frightened mans skin
And it took time to learn
When it all comes down to it
We don't get back what we give'

As I listen it becomes even more beautiful. His voice seems to melt with the melody making a exquisite sound.

'A blanket and a bottle
Well I feel it just might do the trick
But the thought of hanging over you
Well it makes my heart, it makes my stomach sick

Oh no no

And I breathe you in like smoke
I swallow you til I choke
I'm sinking like a stone'

I try not to show how much I'm enjoying this, but it's hard when he's that good.

'I can't seem to mend my faults and find a way to bring this all back together
Oh no
It's hard not to drown my thoughts
And keep myself afloat through this stormy weather
Oh yea

A blanket and a bottle
Well I feel it just might do the trick
But the thought of hanging over you
Well it makes my heart, it makes my stomach sick'

I can tell the song is about to end, which makes me sad, because I don't want him to stop. What I want to say is to keep going please don't stop, but I can't.

'A blanket and a bottle
Well I fear there's no way out of it.'

He finishes and looks towards me. "How was that?" He asks smirking, almost taunting me too say it was bad, but I'm not going to lie.

"It was good." He smiles.

"Was it good, or really good, or maybe even really, really good?" He stands up and walks to me.

"Don't push your luck, Jones." I lightly punch his stomach.

"Oh, but pushing is what I do best." He gives me a smirk.

"Really, Killian?" I hit him over the head.

"What is it with you and hitting me?" He rubs his head.

"It's fun." He sits down in front of me.

"Well, find something else that's fun that doesn't involve me getting hit."

"Nah, can't think of anything more enjoyable than that." I smile.

"I can."

"Do you want to get hit?" I say seriously and holding my book up.

"No!"

"That's what I thought." I say and turn back to my book.

"Swan?"

"What?"

"Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?" I shoot my head up. "Not a date or anything, just a friendly dinner, and maybe a movie?" He looks down.

"Uh, sure." I say hesitantly. 'He doesn't like you, Emma, he doesn't like you.' I repeat in my head.

"Great." He smiles. "So..." he lays down next to me as I lean against the headboard. "Question game?" He suggests. I nod. "What are your parents like?" He asks. I tense up and the light in my eyes drain. He notices and sits up. "What's wrong?" He asks genuinely concerned.

"I- I don't have parents." I look down. "I'm an orphan." I say barley above a whisper.

"Emma, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too." He says.

"It's okay, it was about time I tell you anyways." I look up at him and give a small smile. He lays back down and lays his head in my lap. "What are you doing?" I ask looking down at him.

"Sleeping." He closes his eyes.

"If you don't get off of me I will hit you in your face." He quickly get off and lays on his pillow. I get use and walk to my dresser I pull out a short T.A.R.D.I.S. blue dress, black heels, and pantyhose. I walk to the bathroom and get dressed. I do my hair and makeup. I finish in the bathroom and walk out. I see Killian with a nice shirt and black jeans. "What? No skinny jeans?" I smile and laugh at my own joke.

"Ha, ha," he rolls his eyes.

"Come on, that was funny." I hit his shoulder lightly. He glares at me. "Or not."

"You look great, Swan."

"Thanks." I give a small smile. 'This is so awkward.'

"Ready?" He offers his arm.

"Yeah," I take it to be polite. 'This is going to be a long night.'
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Authors Note.

Hello, my little Streets. The song Killian sang is 'Hanging Above You' by Wind In The Sails.