Alison closed her make-up pouch, again. She had to redo her make-up twice because she couldn't stop crying. Today had taken such a quick left turn. Less than 24 hours ago she was the blonde in Emily's room. She was the girl kissing the brunette.
Alison knew it wasn't right, but she hated Victoria's director right now. Why did he have to get food poisoning? It was pretty selfish.
Okay, maybe not, but still. The blonde still wished that Victoria wasn't in Bora Bora. Emily had just confessed her love for Alison and told Alison she wanted to be with her. So where was Emily and why was Victoria still here?
The blonde was interrupted from her thoughts when a knock hit her door. "Coming," Alison choked, desperately attempting to hide the hours of crying she knew was laced in her voice. Alison walked from the bathroom to open the door to find Hanna holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Not again," Alison half-chuckled. The last time Hanna came to her door with wine, it was to tell Alison that Emily's girlfriend was there. Hanna offered a smile but didn't miss the sadness in Alison's voice, "this time it's for enjoyment." Hanna and Alison walked into the room and sat on the couches as they poured themselves a glass of wine.
"I wanted to come check on you. I know last time with she showed up it had you a little shaken," Hanna said. Though Alison would never admit it, Hanna knew how distraught Alison had gotten when she told Alison about Victoria. "I'm okay," Alison said, taking a sip from her wine.
Hanna leaned back into the couch and raised her eyebrow at Alison, "are you sure?" Alison nodded and swirled the red wine around in her glass. "So why did you walk off?" Hanna picked.
Alison shrugged, "I don't know. I wanted to shower."
"Bull," Hanna replied.
"Hanna," Alison warned.
"No, Ali, I don't know how you are tolerating all of this, but I am sick of it," Hanna said, setting her glass down on the coffee table in between the two girls.
"Hanna, there is nothing to be sick of," Alison replied. "Oh, please. You and Emily still love each other. Someone needs to say it," Hanna said, dramatically sighing.
Alison took another sip of her wine. Maybe if she got herself drunk before dinner it would be more tolerable. "You're out of your scope, Hanna," Alison said. "Don't you Spencer Hastings talk me. I am well within my scope, whatever that is. You and Emily love each other. I wanted to have this conversation with you last night but you wouldn't even come to the door when I knocked," Hanna stated.
"I wasn't even in my room last—," Alison started but then remembered where she was and what she was doing, or rather who she was doing. "I mean—,"
"Ah ha! So you were in Emily's room this morning! I knew it," Hanna grinned. Alison poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking about last night made her head spin—or maybe it was how fast she drained that first glass of wine.
"Ali, you and Em are crazy about each other. We can find a way to fix this."
"There's nothing to fix, Hanna," Alison sighed. Hanna titled her head, "what do you mean?"
"Emily told me earlier today that if she could break up with Victoria right now she could. Victoria is here, Han. She has every opportunity to break up with her and she hasn't."
Hanna could hear Alison's voice crack. She never noticed how soft Alison was to Emily. Sure, Hanna knew that Alison cared for Emily and Emily had always been her favorite in their friend group. And sure she knew that when she and Emily dated Alison loved her unconditionally, but Hanna never truly noticed until this week how Emily's name alone could start a fire in Alison's soul.
"Maybe last night happened because she was lonely, or horny, or maybe a part of her did miss me. But she's chosen, Hanna. She's with who she wants to be with right now," Alison finished, taking another sip of her glass.
Hanna got up and sat down on the couch that Alison was on. She grabbed Alison's glass, sat it on the counter and wrapped an arm around of the shorter blonde, pulling Alison in. Tears fell from Alison's eyes the second her head hit Hanna's shoulder.
Alison didn't care that she would have to redo her make-up for the third time. Hanna didn't care that Alison's make-up was ruining her $600 dress.
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"Wait! Miss Fields! Could you please grab Victoria's hand and walk a little slower? We want to get a shot of the two of you walking. The sunset is amazing right now."
Emily silently groaned. She had been dealing with this ever since Victoria had come. Photographers for Daisy magazine wanted to take candid pictures of her and Victoria for their article. Everything seemed candid, from causal walks, to getting ready, even just the two talking. Victoria had been there less than three hours and the crew probably had at least 50 pictures already.
"I'm so ready to go out with you tonight," Victoria smiled, as she took Emily's hand. Emily forced a smile back, more-so for the camera man than Victoria.
"That's perfect, ladies! Just like that," the photographer commented. Emily talked through her smile, "how long is this going to happen?" Victoria pretended like she was kissing Emily's ear drum, "it shouldn't that long, dear. They just need good shots for the article."
Emily couldn't stop herself from thinking how weird it felt having Victoria's lips on her skin. She had quickly gotten so used to Alison's touch again that it almost felt foreign having Victoria's.
"Got it! Thanks, ladies! I will see you two tomorrow," the camera man said. "No shots tonight at the club?" Victoria asked, an almost disappointed look on her face. "Nope, it would be way too hard, especially without lighting and multiple camera set ups. This shoot is just a one man job. You two have a great night," the man replied before he walked away.
Victoria frowned, "aw, I wore an awesome dress for tonight." Emily hadn't even noticed what Victoria was wearing. She had been too busy thinking about Alison and how much she didn't feel like posing for pictures every hour.
"Is everything okay?" Victoria asked, stopping herself and Emily from walking. "Um, yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" Emily replied, trying her best to sound casual. "I don't know, something just seems off. Are you feeling okay?" Victoria asked.
"I'm fine," Emily said.
"Are you hungry?"
"I guess a little," Emily replied.
"Are you—,"
"Victoria, please," Emily sighed. Victoria frowned at her girlfriend, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help."
Emily sighed too, she knew Victoria hadn't done anything wrong. Typically Emily would love to help Victoria out with shoots. Emily had always supported her girlfriend whole-heartedly. They usually would even hang out with the crew and Emily would have stolen everyone's heart by the end of the job. But now Emily was being so distant, and the brunette hated the reason why.
"I'm sorry, Vic. I'm just a little tired. It's been a long day," Emily apologized. Victoria rubbed Emily's cheek, "we could always stay in if you'd like. I wouldn't mind snuggling up to you. I'm sure your friends would understand. We have the entire trip to hang out with them."
Emily almost immediately said no, but then she thought about it. If she and Victoria stayed in, they wouldn't have to see Alison. Emily wouldn't have to worry about keeping her distance from Alison if she wasn't around of her in the first place.
Emily took Victoria's hand, "I think that's a great idea."
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"Ali, are you sure you're okay to come out?" Aria asked with a concerned expression.
The group was leaving dinner and about a block away from the club. At dinner, when Alison heard that Emily and Victoria weren't coming and they were staying in for the night, the blonde's thoughts were filled with images of the two having sex and it made Alison's heartbeat feel nonexistent.
Alison managed to drink three more glasses of wine along with her dinner, leaving the blonde drunk before they even got to the club. "I'm perfect-ly okay," Alison drunkenly smiled.
Spencer eyed Aria and Hanna frowned. "Help keep an eye on her tonight," Spencer whispered to Toby. Caleb pulled Hanna closer, "do you think she's okay?"
Hanna fixed Caleb's collar as they were walking, "she will be."
When the group reached the club, Alison immediately went straight for the bar, leaving the group behind. "Okay, we need to keep eyes on her all night tonight," Spencer announced to the group.
"Yeah, she's already drunk and it's only 11pm," Aria said. "Maybe she just wants to have a good time," Ezra offered. "Nah," Toby replied, "she's masking something. She hasn't invited any of us to celebrate with her. She's definitely hurting."
"About what though?" Caleb questioned. Spencer raised her hand, "I'm sure I have a guess."
"Emily?" Ezra asked. Spencer nodded.
"Do you think she's that upset that Victoria is here?" Aria replied. Hanna didn't like everyone talking about this. Not when she was the one who had to re-do Alison's make-up and change out of her $600 Burberry dress before dinner. "Let's go in! I love this song!" Hanna exclaimed, grabbing Caleb with one hand and Spencer with the other.
Everyone followed in behind of Hanna, making their way through the club's entrance. It didn't take long for Hanna to find Alison. Hanna dropped Spencer and Caleb and walked over to the blonde.
"Ali!" Hanna said, taking Alison's hand and pulling her from a guy who was sitting at the bar, "no!"
Alison's heart-shaped lips fell into a frown, "why not?" Hanna grabbed Alison's left hand and held it up in front of Alison's face, "because—oh." Hanna noticed Alison wasn't wearing her ring. "Gotcha," Alison giggled. Hanna rolled her eyes, "you better be lucky you're cute."
Hanna pulled Alison away from the bar to towards the dance floor. Alcohol was the last thing Alison needed more of. "Why aren't you wearing your ring?" Hanna asked over the music. "I d-don't want to be e-engaged anymore," Alison replied.
Hanna wasn't surprised of that, but she was surprised Alison wasn't at least wearing her ring for show. "What if a paparazzi sees you without your ring on?" Hanna asked. Alison shrugged, "I don't care."
Hanna and Alison finally reached the dance floor and the two started dancing with each other. Was it Rihanna or a new Drake song? It didn't matter, Alison was too drunk to really notice.
Alison caught a glimpse of brown hair and her heart stopped. The blonde stopped dancing and took a step towards the girl. When she turned around, Alison felt a wave of disappointment. It wasn't her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Hanna asked. Alison's eyes started watering and Hanna felt her own heart break for the blonde standing in front of her. "Aw, Ali, no," Hanna said. Alison quickly blinked back her tears. Even though she had already cried in front of Hanna today, she didn't want to do it again. She hated crying in front of people, especially in somewhere as public as the middle of the club.
"I'm going to the bar," Alison said. "I don't think that's such a good idea," Hanna replied. Before Hanna could stop her, Alison took off. Hanna followed behind of Alison, attempting to grab her hand, "Ali, stop!"
Alison managed to dodge a few groups of people that Hanna couldn't and before Hanna knew it, Alison was a good twenty feet in front of her.
When Hanna finally caught up to Alison, the blonde had already ordered two shots of something brown.
"Ali—,"
"Hanna don't. I'm already drunk, I'm already sad, and I've already ordered these shots. I know this doesn't fix my problem, but it does temporarily numb it and, God, if I can do something…anything…that makes me forget about this pain, I will."
Hanna saddened at the look of defeat in Alison's eyes. "So either take this shot with me, or I will take them both," Alison stated, picking up the two small glasses. Hanna's lips turned down into a small frown. Her heart seemed to continuously break for the blonde standing in front of her.
Hanna took one of the glasses from Alison. Alison tapped her glass with Hanna's and threw the shot back, hoping the burn from the liquid would be enough to eventually stop the burn in her heart.