A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews! There was a lot of mixed opinions regarding the Ali POV and showing her side of things, so I've decided to meet everyone half way and chose someone else. I hope you like it!

*Emily POV*

I got up of the couch and headed into the atrium/foyer after Ali and by the time I got to the door all the bags were dropped in the floor and Rollins had her in a tight embrace.

'Hey, how was your day?' Ali said, leaning up to peck his lips softly.

'Yeah it was okay, quieter than usual' he smiled, but his attention was soon drawn to me who was just stood awkwardly in the doorway.

'Hey, Emily. It's good to see you again' he smiled, releasing Alison from his arms and heading over to give me a hug. Oh wow this is awkward. Over his shoulder I could see Ali awkwardly standing there and as he released me from the hug he headed upstairs to freshen up, leaving me and Ali stood there. I was stood one side of the foyer and she was stood the other, just looking at each other, and awkward silence filling the air.

'Seriously Rollins you made me carry the groceries!' A voice shouted, cracking the deadly silence.

'Yes Charlotte that was our deal. You could come for dinner if you carry all the groceries' he shouted, his voice muffled as he was now upstairs presumably in their bedroom. Just the thought of Ali sharing a bed with another human made my skin crawl. I tore my gaze away from Alison to see Charlotte awkwardly stood in the doorway with 4 grocery bags balancing in her arms.

'Here let me help you' I smile, grabbing two of the bags from her arms.

'Thanks Americano' she said, smiling sweetly but I couldn't help catch the glare she threw in Alison's direction before I turned around and headed for the huge, open wooden doors which I presumed led to the kitchen. Of course the kitchen was huge, with a giant island in the middle with a breakfast bar. I set the groceries on the table and waited until Charlotte joined me in the kitchen.

'Sorry to gate crash your little reunion' she said, starting to unload the bags.

'No, you've saved me actually. No one likes to be a third wheeler' I say, smiling but it was definitely a fake smile, almost sarcastic and of course she caught onto that and laughed.

'Ali wouldn't do that to you, whether you believe it or not she still loves you. Maybe in the way you want, maybe not but she does.'

'Ali never loved me the way I wanted her to' I say, causing her to put whatever fruit she had in her hands down and placed them on her hips.

'Emily come on, Ali risked her own life to save yours on how many occasions? 2? 3? You saved her once. She even admitted to you that your feelings weren't one sided or did you forget that?'

'How did you know about that?'

'Because I was A and I had secret cameras set up all over your houses. It was like big brother.' There was a long pause of me just staring coldly at her before she continued, 'I'm joking Ali told me' she smirked playfully but her face instantly fell to that of a moody school girl when she realised I didn't laugh or smile at her 'joke'. 'Oh come on Americano, lighten up. It's been over 5 years.'

'I know I'm sorry' I sigh, going back to unpacking the groceries. I have no idea where Ali went but I all of a sudden heard her giggle from the living room. Her laugh could melt my heart in a heartbeat, it was so soft and innocent but then I heard a huge bellow of a laugh which was like thunder drumming against your ear and I once again sighed out of annoyance. If I had a dollar for every time I have and will do tonight I will be a millionaire.

'Emily, you go sit in there with Ali, me and Charlotte will be fine' Rollins said, heading to wash his hands in the sink.

'Thanks Dr Rollins'

'Please, call me Adam' he smiled. I made my way into the living area once more but Ali wasn't there, so I just awkwardly (yeah I've been very awkward tonight on numerous occasions so far) stood there until Ali bounced back in holding what looked to be photo albums.

'Sit down, I won't bite.' She smiled. 'I have something to show you.' I went and sat on the opposite side to the couch like earlier but she instantly patted the space next to her. 'Come on, I want to show you something' she smiled again, she must of had her teeth whitened or something because her smile was bright enough to light a darkened room. I cautiously walk over and sit down next to her and as soon as I sit down she places a hand on my thigh to lean over me and grab the photo albums. Her touch on my thigh literally sent a shock up my leg and she must have realized because she let out a small giggle. 'You still get nervous around me huh?'

I cleared my throat, caught off guard by her question. 'I'm not nervous.' I don't think she was expecting me to reply because she glanced at me in surprise. 'I'm confused.'

'About what?'

'This.' I open my arms to point to the house. 'And this' I say, pointing to her wedding and engagement rings. 'And that' I say pointing to the kitchen, to show I'm talking about Charlotte. 'And you. Everything is so different from 5 years ago.'

'Yeah a lot has happened in the five years Em and yes I've changed but I've changed for the better. I'm a better person than I was back then'

'Becoming a teacher doesn't make you a better person Alison it makes you a hypocrite' I didn't even realize I was angry until I bit back at her.

'What is wrong with you Emily? Where is this anger coming from?' She said, slamming the photo album on the coffee table. 'You were the one who stopped talking to me remember? I tried to reach out to you. I needed you.'

'Don't turn this on me Alison.'

'Emily have you heard yourself? You're the one who has changed. Biting at me like this, being drunk and embarrassing yourself. This isn't the shy loving Emily I once loved'

'No I'm not. And you didn't love me Alison you manipulated me and used me.'

'I loved you Emily, more than you could ever know and I'm sorry that I didn't show you that, sorry I didn't have the confidence in myself to admit it. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy like you deserved to be happy. Why else did you think I was okay with you being with Paige? Why do you think I apologised to her? Because I knew she could make you happy more than I ever could. She could protect you and I couldn't. And I'm sorry okay' she said, tears now falling freely from her eyes. 'All I wanted and still want is for you to be happy'

'How can I be happy Alison? I've been at the other end of the country for the past five years and in the space of a week I find out my father has died and the girl I have been in love with since I was 13 is married to someone else. So I'm sorry if I've come across as unhappy or changed as you put it. I'm sorry Ali but I can't deal with this, I can't see you every day with him.' Tears were now falling freely from both our eyes. 'I'm sorry Ali I just can't do it.' I say, grabbing my jacket from the couch and heading towards the front door.

'Emily wait. Please, I need you' she says, trying to grab my arm.

'Maybe in another world, without all the shit we went through we might have had a shot of being happy together, even being friends. But you're married, we've both changed. I can't do it' I say, shaking from the grip she had on my arm. She leaned against the wall, now crying her eyes out. It made my heart crack but I can't do it. I can't see her be happy with someone else. If I can't have her I don't want anything to do with her. The sooner I leave for the military the better.

'Dinner is ready' Charlotte said, entering the foyer.

'Sorry, I can't stay' I say walking out. I catch a glimpse of Charlotte running over to comfort Ali as I close the door and begin walking down their driveway.

*Rollins POV*

I was in the process of setting the last plate on the table when I heard the front door slam and the sound of crying. Completely confused and unaware of the drama that's just unfolded I quickly head into the atrium to see Ali huddled in a ball on the floor crying and Charlotte trying to comfort her.

'Ali? Ali? What happened?' I say, rushing over to comfort my wife. In our 1 year together I've never seen her this upset, not even in the 5 years I've known her.

'I don't know she won't talk, she and Emily had a little heart to heart I think' Charlotte said, still trying to soothe Ali.

'A heart to heart? If she's said something to upset you-'

'Adam, go and clean the dishes up, I've got this' she smiled. I nod obediently, half because I don't know what's going on and half because I don't know what to do to help. As I began to clean up the dishes, I hear footsteps on the stairs so I presume Charlotte has got her upstairs. It takes me about half an hour to completely tidy up everything and by the time I've finished its now only 7pm. I head upstairs to our room to find Ali now showered in her pajamas and snuggled up with Charlotte watching mean girls. It's a childhood thing apparently but I think they just use that excuse to watch it almost every week. I smile at the two of them before heading into the shower myself. I've known Ali and Charlotte for 5 years now, I met them both when Charlotte was brought into the old psych ward I worked on. It wasn't until last year that we decided to date, we wanted to make sure Charlotte was almost 100% better and then 3 months later we got engaged on a trip Hawaii, and a few weeks ago we finally tied the knot. It's only until recently, when all her friends have come back, that I've realized I don't really know anything from her past. I knew she was the 'queen b' of Rosewood High but I didn't know her friends, or her anything about her past love life. She kind of avoided the subject almost. I turn off the shower, wondering whether it would be a good idea to ask her about her past or not. When I step back into our room, Charlotte was now gone and Ali was sat cross legged looking at 3 pictures laid on the bed. I sat on the end next to her, leaning over to kiss her temple and look at the pictures she was looking at. One was of her and the girls, they look no more than 13, one was of just her and Emily and one was a post card of the Eiffel Tower.

'The Eiffel Tower huh? You know if you wanted to go to Paris we could.' I smile, hoping it will make her smile too but instead another tear fell from her eyes, her fingers tracing the picture of her and Emily before she glanced back over to the one of the Eiffel Tower.

'Emily was really special to you wasn't she? More than the other girls?' I take her hand, stroking it gently. She nodded slowly.

'I loved her' she whispered.

'What? Like love loved?'

'Yeah, I loved her. She was my first love and she broke my heart, twice now' she said, obviously referring to tonight.

'What happened?'

'You're not going to judge me for being in love with a girl?' She asked, almost scared to know the answer. I have a feeling that she was scared she was going to be judged and that's maybe what her problem was in high school. That's probably why she was a queen b, putting up barriers to protect herself. I am a psychiatrist so I am quick to figure out what people are thinking and feeling and how their actions relate to it but something about Ali always has me confused.

'No of course not. Alison I love you for being you no matter who you used to love. You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to'

'I was horrible to her, really mean and when I went missing she hated me for it. But in the time I was gone she changed, she came out, she became stronger. And when I came back I admitted to her how I felt and then her and all the other girls accused me of being A and we never spoke about our feelings or anything anymore after that. We just brushed them away, pretended they weren't there. We dated other people and we left for college, I thought we were finally being back on track to at least being friends and then she just stopped talking to me. She deleted me off Facebook, deleted my number, and stopped sending birthday cards and Christmas cards. She was the only person through everything, who saw the good in me and everything's gone' she said, the tears once again falling down her face. It breaks my heart to see her like this but a part of me feels slightly jealous that Emily made her feel like this, I mean she obviously loved her a lot.

'Do you still love her?'

'What?' She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. 'Of course not' I could tell something still wasn't right, she wasn't telling the truth about something or she was hiding something but it's been a long day and so I decide not to go any further. Instead, I pull the cover over us both and pull her into my chest.

'You'll always have me who loves you. I'll love you way better than Emily did' I smile through the darkness, hoping to gain some kind of happy response but instead I was greeted by her removing herself from my arms and turning over to face the other side.

In all my years of being a psychiatrist I've never known anyone be so difficult to understand as Alison.

A/N: Please continue reviewing and letting me know what you think! Did you like the Rollins POV?