So, we almost reached the end, the next chapter will be the last and there will be an epilogue after. In this chapter there's Emma and Killian POV, starting with his.

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I fell asleep on the couch and the last thing I remembered was Emma falling asleep on me as we were watching Scarface.

She looked so peaceful when she leaned on me and shut her eyes that I couldn't bring myself to wake her up and decided to stay on the couch until sleep took over me.

I woke up on the couch without her by my side, which shouldn't have surprised me. I got up and walked towards the bathroom but before I could reach the facilities, Emma entered the living room and couldn't help myself but stop and look at her. She was in her work uniform and looked as if she was ready to leave.

"Hey!" She greeted me with a smile as she walked towards me.

"Hi." I responded as we both stood on our spots, not knowing what to say to each other.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep on you, I hope you aren't too sore." She apologized.

"A little, but nothing I can't handle." I told her with a smirk and a wink, which made her roll her eyes, a small smile on her face.

"Well, in that case, I'll be going. See you tonight?" She asked as if she was hoping she would.

"Yes, see you tonight."

She smiled at me and walked towards the door.

I watched her leave, and then went in the bathroom to clean myself up quickly before heading to the kitchen. I started to make myself some breakfast and made some coffee. A couple of minutes later, David walked into the kitchen as he greeted me good morning, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

"So, you fell asleep with Emma on the couch." He said as I joined him at the table. I worried slightly on how he was going to react.

"Emma told you?"

"No, I actually came back early this morning and saw you two still on the couch sleeping. So, what's going on with you two?"

I shifted on my seat, not knowing what to tell him. What was going on with us? What the hell did I know? I mean, one day we get along and the next we are at each other's throats. I knew what my feelings for her were despite our differences, but I didn't know what hers were.

"To be honest, I don't know." I answered him as I scratched the back of my ear. He looked back at me, humming as he pondered on my answer.

"Do you like her?"

I looked up at David, surprised by his question. "I do, quite a lot."

"I know it's hard to get through to her and she can be difficult when she wants to, but don't give up on her. She'll come around." He told me with a smile.

"You're not opposed to the fact that I want to be with her?" I asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

"No, actually I think you could be good for her, especially since you don't take her shit." David got up patted me on the back before heading towards the sink to deposit his glass and left the kitchen.

I sat in my chair, thinking about what he'd just said. Maybe she had started to warm up to me. I had never seen her as carefree and relaxed as she was last night. I finished my breakfast and my coffee, cleaned my dirty dishes and went to get myself ready for work a little earlier than usual.

I made a detour before heading to work, deciding that I wanted to see Emma first and see if she was on board to have another movie night tonight. As I walked towards her work, I felt more and more nervous as I tried to think about how I would ask her that.

I climbed the four steps that led to Granny's and opened the door seeing how packed the place was. It was the lunch rush and I saw a couple of waitresses walking around in a fast pace so they could attend to their tables. I scanned the room for Emma, and was shocked when I saw Graham and Emma near the hallway that led to the bathroom talking closely. It looked like they were having a serious talk. She stroked his arm with her delicate hand and pulled him in for a chaste kiss on his lips.

The sight of them together made me nauseous but I felt glued on my spot not able to turn around. When their lips separated, they talked a bit more. I decided that I have seen enough, and turned around and left as fast I could and headed to work.

-/-

It was finally 5 p.m. and I felt glad that this day was over. I felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders today. Graham decided to drop by the dinner during the lunch rush, at the worst time possible, but he was lucky that he caught me in the last fifteen minutes of my break.

He started asking me if I wanted to go out tonight and have a drink. I was tempted to say yes, but I already anticipated how the night would go, and I couldn't help myself but think about Killian and how a simple night with him was the best night I'd had in weeks. I'd been realising more and more how much Killian meant to me, and came to terms with the fact that I had feelings for him. I knew now that I couldn't keep stringing Graham along in this, giving him false hope.

I decided to take him aside and end things with him and be as honest as I could. I told him that I really liked him but maybe not in the way that he wished I did. I also admitted that there was this other person in my life that I recently realized I had feelings for. Graham took the news pretty well considering the fact that I was dumping him. We kissed goodbye and I reassured him that he was an amazing guy, and he truly his, but just not for me.

Leaving work, I decided to stop by at Killian's music shop and ask him if he wanted to have another movie night. I walked over there pretty excited and also anxious over how this was going to go. I still didn't know how he felt towards me, but I was willing to let him in, and see how things might go.

When I arrived at his shop, I opened the glass door and searched the store for him. I walked along each aisle filled with CD's of every genre, hoping to see him. A smile came across my face when I saw him rearranging the CD's in the Alternative music section. His back was to me, and my eyes wandered over his gorgeous form. I shook my head and took a deep breath as I walked over him. Before I could reach him, his friend Tink came to him and stopped at his side, her hand rubbing his back.

I froze as I saw them standing next to each other and instantly cursed myself for being so stupid. Turning on my heels so I could get the hell out of here, I bumped into a rack, which caused quite some noise. I stopped to make sure that I hadn't dropped anything. When I saw that everything was okay, I tried to walk away but was stopped by his lilted voice.

"Emma?" I muttered a low 'fuck' and turned around so I could face him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly confused by presence.

"Um, I wanted to know if you were coming back to the apartment tonight, but clearly you aren't." I told him as I mumbled the last part. He looked at me with eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened then closed, trying to find what he was going to say next as he shook his head slightly. My eyes shifted to the petite blond that stood at his side.

"Everything okay, sweetie?" She asked him as she caressed his arm, her eyes on me.

"Yeah, sweetie is fine." I vociferated before I left them where they stood and walked through the door, beating myself up for thinking this was a good idea.

-/-

I was still confused with what happened with Emma earlier, trying to figure out why she came to my work. Just when I finished locking the door of the shop, my phone vibrated in the back the pocket of my jeans. I grabbed it and saw that Graham just texted me, asking me if I wanted to grab a beer.

I closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb, trying to decide if I should go. On one hand, I didn't really want to have a drink with the guy who was sleeping with the girl I love. But, on the other hand, he was still my mate and I couldn't blame him for falling for her.

I pondered on that for a couple more seconds before I decided that maybe I should go have a drink with him, especially since I haven't had some quality time with him since before he started to date my blonde roommate.

He answered me quickly after I sent him my response and asked me to join him at our usual pub. It was a fifteen minutes walk from where I was, and when I arrived Graham was already sitting at the bar with a pint in his hands. I joined him and sat on the stool next to his.

"Hey, mate, how's it going?" I asked him, as he took a sip of his drink.

"Been better." He simply answered as he dropped his glass on the coaster.

"What's the matter?" I asked him as I made a sign to the bartender so I could order myself a cold stout.

"Emma dumped me." He said as he stared at his beer, his fingers tracing the edge of the glass. I stopped any movement I was doing, my eyes going wide as I heard this news. I was brought back to reality when the bartender asked me what I wanted and I quickly ordered my drink and focused back on my friend.

"Did she tell you why?" I asked him as I cursed myself for sounding so eager to hear the reason.

"There's someone else." He took a huge gulp of his drink.

"Did she tell you who it was?" I was on the edge of my seat wondering if she was talking about me, actually hoping that is was me.

"No, she only told me that she realised that she had feelings for this other person and that she didn't want to string me along."

I felt bad seeing my friend in this state, even if I was glad that she wasn't seeing him anymore, he was still my friend and I still wished him the best.

"I'm so stupid, I should've seen it. I mean, she was always distant, and kept her guard up." Graham sighed as the bartender arrived with my beer. I grabbed it and took a sip from it before turning back to my friend.

"What do you mean? How could she act like that if you slept with her?"

"What? We didn't sleep together. Not everyone is like you, mate." He answered me with a confused look. "What gave you that idea?"

"Well she didn't come back to the apartment the morning after your first date, so I just presumed you guys did."

He chuckled when he heard my reasoning. "Actually, she was pretty drunk that night and she called her friend Ruby and asked her if she could crash at her place."

I felt a huge wave of relief hearing all of this. Maybe I still had a chance with her, hoping I hadn't ruined everything when I tried to make her jealous with Tink. I stayed for another couple of pints with Graham, trying to cheer him up, before I went back to the apartment, hoping she was still awake.

-/-

When I arrived at home I was still so mad about what I'd seen earlier. I was mostly mad at myself for thinking he was actually going to be free tonight. I had completely forgotten that he was seeing that girl and felt stupid for how I acted.

So when I got into my room, I decide to put my pyjamas on and have a movie night by myself. I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge and turned on the TV as I browsed for a movie.

When I finished watching Jaws, I heard the door open and I turned my head towards it to see who it was. Killian walked in and took off his converse before coming into the living room as he stood next to me. Seeing him just reminded me how much of a fool I am, and without even noticing it, my defense mechanism came back.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in a soft voice.

I turned off the TV and got up from my seat on the couch and grabbed my empty bottle of beer and went towards the kitchen, leaving him in the leaving room. I heard his footsteps following me, and he stood in the middle kitchen, waiting for me to answer, which I choose to ignore.

"Emma, please, don't act like this." His voice was annoyed with a hint of a plea.

"Like what?" I asked dryly as I suddenly turned around to face him. He clenched his jaw and exhaled loudly before answering.

"Being passive-aggressive and avoiding me."

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed at his comment.

"Fuck, why do you always have to be so bloody stubborn?"

"Well I'm sorry if I'm not one of those girls who just swoons at your every move and words. If that's what you want, you should go back to your girlfriend." I shot back.

"My girlfriend?"

"Oh come on, don't act like a fool. That blonde you work with." I stared at him as I waited for him to react.

"She isn't my girlfriend. She's just a friend." He stated, as he held my gaze.

"Really? That's how you act with your friends, flirting with them at the diner?" I asked him, referring to the time he came to my work and flirted with her throughout their meal. He looked down briefly before lifting his eyes back up to mine.

"We weren't flirting." He shot back.

"Yeah, right."

"She was just trying to make you jealous."

"Why would she do that?"

"Because I'm an idiot who doesn't know how tell this infuriating, stubborn, beautiful lass that I love her!" He confessed as he raised his voice, overwhelmed by his own feelings. I felt my heart skip at his words, and searched his face for any trace of a lie.

"What?" I breathed out, not knowing I had been holding my breath.

"I love you, Emma." He said, his voice exhausted from whatever game we had been playing at. Killian stood there, waiting for me to react to his confession, and I couldn't find the words to tell him that I loved him, too.

I closed the space that was between us and grabbed his shirt, crashing my lips into his.