Author's note at the bottom.

Disclaimer: We do not own the rights to Ed Sheeran's album and OUaT or any of its character's. Much to our own dismay, as we would love to have Lana Parrilla and Jennifer Morrison apart of our lives. :)


Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I can't, no, I won't hush
I'll say the words that make you blush
I'm gonna sing this now, Oh oh


Regina paced in the foyer of the mayor's house. She glanced at the clock... it was almost nine o'clock and Emma was still not home.

It had been almost three months since Emma had moved into Regina's house, but more recently, Emma had taken to spending nights out after work with the dubious duo. Snow and Emma had slowly mended their fragile relationship back into something to where they would have lunch a few days a week. It made Henry happier, but the boy was reaching his teenage years and starting to become more and more like Emma each day with his rebellious attitude and retreated silence. Regina returned her thoughts to Emma... With the lack of Emma unpacking, Regina grew concerned that she might just up and leave. Honestly, it terrified her. She didn't want what she had to end.

Regina was pulled out of her thoughts as a drunken Emma stumbled haphazardly into the foyer of the mayor's mansion. Almost instantly, Regina lost her cool.


See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is

I'm like glue, I stick to other artists

I'm not you, now that would be disastrous

Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures

See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me

I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy

I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free

Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me


Emma walked up to the front door and looked at the 108 on the door for a moment, she took a deep breath and walked into the house. She was nervous, she admitted that much. It took a good bit of alcohol to loosen her up and prodding from Red and Belle to get her to go home and talk with Regina.

She walked in the door to see a worried yet furious Regina waiting for her.

"Where have you been? You've not called or texted and I was worried!" Regina said rushing towards her.

"Gina..." Emma could barely get that one word out of her mouth before Regina lost her cool.

"You've been out drinking haven't you?"

"Regina..."

"Answer me Emma!" Regina raised her voice.

"YES! I have been drinking! Is that what you want to hear? I've been drinking because I am insecure! I'm scared! I drink because just for one moment I'm stronger! What is it you want from me!" Emma snapped.

Regina was shocked at Emma's admission. It was a blunt confession.

"What is the issue, Emma? Are you telling me that all of this is fake? Your feelings for me are unfounded? Is it all just a sick game to you?" Regina snapped back. After the day that she had, she lost all patience.

"The issue? What is my issue Regina?" Emma's buzz was gone. "I have no issues. I am scared, yes, which is normal. I am nervous, and I've stayed in Storybrooke for three years longer than I've ever stayed anywhere else. I am allowed to be stir crazy and loosen up!"

"You're so full of it Emma!" Regina fussed, storming into the kitchen. "All you want to do is go out with the wolf and her pet! Get drunk and leave me here at night alone until you stumble in completely drunk and then pass out from consumption!"

"What do you want from me Regina? I'm not perfect! I'm not a housewife! I am not one to be domesticated!" Emma yelled across the counter.

"I don't want to domesticate you Emma!" Regina yelled, then lowered her voice, "I just want to be happy..."

"Happiness is overrated." Emma muttered.

"Overrated!" Regina reacted, hearing her comment. "You, Emma, of all people, should know that is false. Being the product of True Love."

"True Love." Emma sat on those words for a moment. "Love is possible, however, being happy, is impossible."

"Why do you have to shoot everything down Emma? You were the one who pursued me! Not the other way around!"

"Enough Regina, I don't want to argue with you anymore." Emma said walking back into the foyer determined to go sleep off the migraine she was now developing.


'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you at all

You need me, man, I don't need you


Regina was getting angrier the longer this conversation continued. She watched as Emma walked out to the foyer avoiding the problem.

She had a mass of problems today. After Gold died in Neverland, all of his tenants had no leasing agent, so... it all got handed to Regina and it was causing enough problems for her.

"I don't understand you Emma! You fought to remind me of what your love contained, that it seems like you're giving it all up so fast!" Regina quipped, hoping it would make the blonde think.

"Emma paused for a moment, taking in what Regina said. "No... I did that for you. You need me, Regina. I don't need you." And with that, Emma walked out and headed back for the Rabbit Hole.


I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse

Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?

Call yourself a singer-writer - you're just bluffing

Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing

I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool

I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School

I came fast with the way I act, right

I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe


As soon as that door shut, Regina collapsed at the bottom of the stairwell. Sobbing to herself when she felt a hand slide around her back and a strong embrace take hold.

"It's okay mom." His voice cracked. He wasn't a child anymore. He hoisted his mother's small frame to her feet and took her into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Henry..."

"No mom. Just be quiet. I understand."


And I won't be a product of my genre

My mind will always be stronger than my songs are

Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya

Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia

And musically I'm demonstrating

When I perform live, feels like I am meditating

Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me

'A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'


I know angst angst angst. And its also a short chapter. I'll have the next one up asap. It's been a crazy past two weeks for me. I'm moving back into my parents house, and my family is going through a hard time right now with the loss of my brother. I've retreated back to this because its the only thing that keeps me grounded and my mind off everything. So expect another fast chapter update soon!