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Emma saw the cameras before Killian did. She turned her head at the last moment and instead whispered, "Keep your head down. Don't react and keep moving."

Killian only had a moment of confusion before Anton and his team were closing in around them.

And that was when the shouting began.

"How long have you two been dating?"

"Did you really only meet for the first time last month?"

"What does your grandmother think of this?"

"What do you see in him?"

The yelling didn't stop and as the photographers around them closed in further, Killian was jostled more and more. He kept a tight grip on Emma's hand as Anton attempted to bring some order back to the night.

When they were finally back in the safety of the car, Killian turned to run frantic hands over Emma.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine. They're usually not so rowdy, but I've had worse. How are you?" she asked, running her hands up and down his arms. "That was probably worse than anything you've ever had to deal with before."

"Yeah, you can say that again."

Killian flopped back down into his seat, staring at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Emma," he said eventually, his eyes still firmly fixed on the floor. "I knew this was a stupid idea."

"It wasn't," Emma assured him. "We can't just stay tucked away forever. And it's not like half the world don't already assume we're together. This wasn't your fault."

"Do you think the stadium manager said something?" Killian really hoped they hadn't. Some of his best memories were inside that building, he'd hate the idea of never going back again as protest. But he'd do it. For Emma.

"Let's have a look shall we?"

Emma shifted across the back seat so she was pressed up against Killian and pulled out her phone. Killian wrapped his arm around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

It didn't take Emma long to find out what had happened.

"Here," she handed her phone to Killian.

"What the hell is this site?" he asked, his attention fully focused on the banner at the top of the page.

"It's a Tumblr blog. Dedicated to us. I figured it would be the best place to check. That family sat down from us? They were the ones who leaked the information. They took pictures of us together at the game and posted them to Twitter. They're all over the internet."

Killian scrolled down the page and was shocked to find dozens of pictures of the two of them together at the game. They ranged from them just sat besides each other, watching the action; to some of the two of them with Killian's arm wrapped around Emma's shoulder; a few of them laughing together; and finally, at least half were of the two of them kissing.

"Well, shit."

"Did you read the caption?" she teased.

Killian scrolled back down to the bottom of the page, and right under the pictures of the two of them together was a small caption.

#Look at these two #I didn't know I needed this until I saw it #So cute #Shipping them hard.

"Huh."

"See? I told you there were people in our corner. It's been reblogged over ten thousand times already."

"I have no idea what that means." Killian looked adorably confused and Emma couldn't help but lean up to kiss his confusion away.

Emma groaned at the sound of Killian's alarm blaring beside her head.

"Ugh. It's too early," she complained, sinking back down under the covers.

Killian laughed at how adorable she looked, with only the top of her hair peeking out from under his duvet, before he pulled it back to slip out.

"It's too early," she repeated a little louder, watching as he made his way to the bathroom.

"I have an early set call. Sorry." He made a quick detour to kiss the top of her head before heading for the shower.

Killian took a moment to appreciate the sight of Emma's toothbrush in the holder, next to his, before he began his usual morning routine.

When he came back out of the bathroom Emma was already fast asleep. He didn't want to wake her so instead he wrote her a quick note and left it on his pillow before slipping out of the room.

Unsurprisingly, a few photographers had found his apartment and were hanging around outside when his driver pulled up. But they stayed back, across the street.

Killian wasn't surprised by the looks he got when he made it to set, either. The pictures that had been taken at the game were everywhere and he'd expected everyone to see them at some point.

He also hadn't turned his phone on since it died the night before. He knew what would be waiting for him when he did.

When Emma woke later that morning, it was to a cold and empty bed. She vaguely remembered Killian leaving for working, but was happy to see that he'd left a short and sweet note on his pillow telling her that.

She took her time showering and dressing before making her way into the kitchen to start the coffee. As she was waiting for it to brew, she switched on her phone and laptop, knowing that the craziness from the night before would need addressing.

The first thing she noticed was an email from her grandmother's assistant. Emma opened it a little warily, fearing that her grandmother may have changed her mind after the fiasco from the previous night.

The email itself simply read,

Your grandmother has prepared the following statement should you wish to have it published.

Emma forgot all about her coffee as she read it through.

Twice.

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