The Princess and The Pirate

A Date?

Emma's POV

Today's the day. The anniversary of the worst day of my life. The day when I realised I was pregnant, Neal left me and my adoptive parents kicked me out. I lie in my bed, wishing the day to be over. I have called into work, saying that I am ill, and I am now planning to stay in bed all day. I try to push away all the emotions I am feeling  on this awful day. I push my face down into the pillow and moan. I throw the duvet over my head and try to block out all the light. After a couple of hours, I hear a knock on my door. 

"Swan? It's like 11. Are you okay?" Killian. I can tell from his voice that he is really worried. I sit up. "I'm fine. I just don't feel very well so I'm not going into work." I tell him. 

"Oh, okay. Do you need anything?" I smile as I realise that he really does care. "No. I'm good." "Just give me a yell if you change your mind." 

"Kay thanks." I say.

I hear him walk away and then I collapse back into my bed. I sigh. Today is going to be a long day. Even though I'm trying to keep the bad thoughts away, a few manage to sneak in. Three to be exact. The positive pregnancy test. Neal walking away. My adoptive parents angry faces. Loads of others flow in too and I'm bombarded with awful memories. Years of awful memories. Tears start to stream down my face and I start to sob. I can't help it. It's too much. It feels like my lungs are collapsing. I can't breathe. 

"Emma!" Killian had run into her room and was now wrapping his arms around me. I move away from him, shaking my head. I can't do this. I can't. Killian's face falls and his eyes flash with pain. I start to hyperventilate. He cups the side of my face. 

"Hey, look at me. It's okay. Keep your eyes on me. It's going to be okay." I shake my head. 

"Think about the sea. Remember how beautiful it was the other day. Focus on that." he tells me. I look into his eyes and they seem to reflect the sea. My lungs relax and I start to take deep breaths. 

"Good. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. And all of this won't matter. I'll make sure of that." he tells me. My eyes widen and he he grabs my hand, rubbing it. I fiddle with my sleeves and I slowly to start to calm down. How has he managed to calm me down? He gives me a small smile. 

"Do you need to talk?" He asks. I gulp. Can I really tell him? 

"Today's bad. It's when he.......and they....and I was." I burst out crying. I guess I can't tell him. He wipes away my tears "I understand." And that's all he has to say. I collapse into his arms, still sobbing, and he rubs my back soothingly.

I stop crying and we separate. "Today is just always really hard." I whisper. He nods and bites his lip. "You need a distraction." 

"I don't think anything could distract me." 

"What about we go out for some lunch. I know a place that could be nice." he says. I'm shocked. Is he asking me out? What do I say? I think I like him. Like really, really like him. But I just don't know. Today is just and whenever I think about getting closer to Killian, Neal always seems to pop up in my mind. 

"What like a date?" I ask. 

"I, er..........that doesn't matter. All that matters is keeping you busy." Again, he said the right thing and my heart filled with love. "Yeah. Sure, let's get lunch. It could be fun." I say, trying to sound casual. 

"Can I just have half an hour to get ready?" I ask. 

"Of course, Love." he says. He smiles once more before leaving my bedroom. Okay. Right. Half an hour to get ready. I look through my wardrobe, trying to find something to wear. I look at and check so many outfits but none of them seem right. I don't know why I care so much. It's not like this is a date. Then, I notice a dress right at the back of my wardrobe. I smile. It's perfect. It's simple yet fancy. I really like the pale pink colour. I pull it on and look in the mirror. I like the dress but it just doesn't work with.....me. I frown. I look at my hair. I always put it in a messy, loose ponytail because I don't really care. But maybe today I care a bit more. I put my hair up in a tight, high ponytail and pull my glasses off, opting for contact lenses instead. When I look in the mirror again, I gasp. It's like seeing a whole different person.