Can't Help Fallin' For You ~CaptainSwan Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Singing

Emma's P.O.V:

Killian's house is absolutely enormous. All over the walls are pictures of him with his brother, Liam, and who I assume is the rest of his family. He leads me through the maze that is his house and shows me into a room. I swear the bed in this room is bigger than my bug. I walk in with my jaw nearly touching floor.

This room is amazing.

"Thank you so much!! This is absolutely gorgeous! I've never seen something so beautiful in my life!" I say.

"I can relate," Killian says, smirking. For some stupid reason, I find myself smiling, looking down at the ground, and blushing. Almost automatically, I kick myself for it. No, Emma. You can't be having these thoughts. What if you get hurt all over again?! Back when I was younger and stupid, I was naive. I trusted openly, and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I trusted someone who I thought was the love of my life for a while, but he ended up forcing me into pretty much being his maid. He forced me to do everything, he shouted at me, he was demanding, he didn't even care about whether I was hurting, He damaged me in so many different ways. Physically and mentally. He brought me down. It's his fault I have these walls I put up. That I can't trust anyone anymore. But the worst part is... I loved him.

As soon as I walk into the room, I dump what little things I have, and jump into the bed like a five-year-old, bouncing like it's a bouncy castle.

"It's so big!! And... Oooh. It's so soft!!" Killian chuckles at how immature I'm being and I grin.

"Why?" I ask.

"Why what, love?"

"Why are you helping so much? Why are you taking care of me? What do you care if I freeze half to death in my car?" I ask him. I'm curious. He's been so nice to me, and I can't help but trust him, but just why is he being so nice?

"Like I said before, love, I never pass up a dashing rescue," Killian says with a wink. And with that, he leaves me to my things and exits the room. I stand there thinking. Thinking of what could possibly be so different about Killian Jones that allows him to occupy my every thought? That brings him to my mind every moment of the day?

Shaking myself out of my trance, I empty what little things I have around the room. As I put my things away, I get a better sense of the room. At the opposite end of the huge room are a beautiful piano, an acoustic guitar, and other instruments. Besides the musical area is a large, empty space, clearly for dancing. Next to the bed is a huge walk in closet that could probably fit 5 of my car. My clothes barely take up 4 feet of it.

After putting away all of my things, I walk over to the piano and sit lightly on the bench. Placing my hands on the keys, I play chords to one of my favorite songs, Like I'm Gonna Lose You, by Meghan Trainer. Humming lightly to the music, I can't but start singing the song.

I felt myself dreaming, in silver and gold,

like a scene from a movie, that every broken heart knows.

I don't notice Killian standing in the doorway as I continue to sing. Suddenly, I notice his presence as he appears beside me, sitting on a chair.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," I say, looking away and blushing.

"Sorry? No, please continue! Your voice is absolutely beautiful!" Killian compliments. I blush even harder, if possible.

"Thank you, but that's really not true..." I trail off, my face red as a tomato.

"Well, are you going to continue?" He asks me smirking. I give him a small smile and place my hands back on the keys.

I woke up in tears, with you by my side...