Hello lovelies! I'm pretty overwhelmed by the response to this story! I didn't think it would have that many readers since it's a trope that has been overused. But apparently you all have a weakness for it!

So initially it was supposed to be a 3 part story, but it has now evolved to a 4 part story. As I was writing this chapter, my muse kept coming up with new twists to add to the story that I just can't ignore!

There might be a part where it will be only Killians POV, I'm still not sure, I'll see when I get there!

Thanks to my wifey, Nicki ( oncertwice) for editing this chapter.

I really hope you enjoy this part!

She hated this.

She hated feeling incompetent, her body betraying her. Emma was sent home since her boss, Graham, thought she looked very pale, and she kept sneezing. She tried to convince him that she was fine, when mid-sentence, she started coughing and her voice came out very nasally. So now she was in her living room, in her pyjama as she laid down on her couch with box is tissue, a glass of water and Netflix.

The sound of keys in the lock was heard, followed by Killian entering the apartment. He took off his coat and shoes and then walked towards the living room. He frowned worriedly when he saw the state in which she in. Dishevelled hair, hooded eyes, the sound of a runny nose and the tip of it was a reddish color, the result of constantly blowing her nose.

"You don't look so good."

"You think?" She responded sarcastically, followed by a cough.

"At least your wit is still intact." He chuckled while she extended her arm towards the box of tissue that was on the floor.

"I'm going to make myself some tea, do you want some?" He asked her.

"Yeah. I think that could do me some good."

Killian left to the kitchen as she heard him filling the kettle with water and deposit on the stove. The sound of the cupboards being open followed by the clanging of mugs came from the kitchen. Not long after, the kettle whistle alerting them that the water was now boiling.

Her roommate came back to the living room with two mugs, steam coming out of each. He settled their hot drinks on the coffee table, and he nudge her feet so he could sit. Emma mimicked his position, which would made drinking her tea less dangerous. She was already sick, she didn't need to add burns to her skin.

"What are we watching?" Killian asked as he grabbed one end of the blanket and covered his lap with it.

"I don't know, I've been asking myself the same question over the past half-hour and I still haven't decided." With the remote in hand, Emma scrolled down the endless list of possibilies.

"Stop!"

Her thumb stopped, her finger hovering over the button on the remote, and waited for him to tell her what movie he felt like seeing.

"How about Gremlins?"

She clapped her hands excitedly in response, enthusiastic with his proposition, and pressed on the movie.

They watched the movie as they went back into their childhood mood, laughing at the movie, reminscing the moments when they watched the movie when kids, Killian teasing her because she used to be scared when the Gremlins appeared and tortured Mogwai. They finished watching the first movie, and then decided to watch the sequel as Emma settled herself on the couch as she lied down, resting her head on Killian's lap. As they watched the second movie, his hand was on her hair, caressing her forehead and her locks.

The sensation that provided his hands, made her feel sleepy and content. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing on the tender moment. They had done this a hundreds of time, her head on his lap, or his on hers, and these moments always felt innocent, more like brotherly love, but today it felt like more. Maybe it was because she realized that her feelings for him might go deeper than just friendship.

Not able to think more of it, as she felt herself numb and tired with her cold, and she let herself fall asleep on him, she will think of the consequences of these array of feelings when the time comes.

-/-

It was past midnight, and she wasn't able to sleep since she kept ruminating over the same thoughts that has been haunting her lately.

Killian.

Ever since her last girls night, when her friends pointed out that she had a thing for him, and the he did too, she constantly thought about it. She of course deflected the idea at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that they may be right.

She would never admit to anyone, but she did find him to her liking. He was her best friend, and she knew she could rely on him for anything. But beyond that, she always had trouble finding a guy that would be good enough to please her. Unconsciously, she always compared them to her dark haired roommate.

Besides, having a great personnality and being an amazing friend to her, Emma wasn't blind, she knew he was attractive. She never let herself look at him as more than a friend, but now that she had her doubts on her feelings, she realized how much his looks affected her.

His blue eyes always sparkled with intensity as he lived his emotion to the extreme, the strong jawline of his that clenched when he was as serious or thinking of something, the way he always cocked an eyebrow up, the lopsided grin he'd show off, the way words would roll out of his tongue, his nervous tick of always scratching the back of ear is something that she always thought endearing.

She could go on forever thinking of things that he did or the way he would move or look that drived her desperate with want, now that she allowed herself to think of those things in that way.

Emma was still deep in thought when there was a noise coming from the other side of her apartment, as if someone bumped into the furniture. She got out from under her blankets and left her room without making much noise. It was probably Killian coming back from the bar, but she still was a bit paranoid thinking it could be a robber, preparing to defend herself if needed. The apartment was obscure, the only lights seeping inside were from the lampost outside.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard someone panting, and a stiffled moan. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and saw in the hallway, a girl being pressed on the wall while Killian had his head buried in her neck, her leg wrapped around his waist, his hand riding up her skirt. She felt herself freeze as she watched her roommate make out with another of his conquests. She swallowed hard and try to breathe, but the action proved hard to complete since she felt as if someone was cutting the airway to her lungs.

She managed to return to her room, her body aching as well as her vision became blurry. She droped herself on her bed, burying herself in her blankets trying to cut herself from the world, letting her emotions run wild. Sleeping was now out the window.

The next morning, Emma woke up later than usual, since she had a hard time falling asleep knowing that her roommate had someone with him all night. She didn't hear any noise coming from his room, as Killian always made sure not to bother her with the girls he brought home. She usually didn't mind that he slept around, and she actually teased him about it a lot over the past years, but now, it was different. It made her stomach clench and her heart ache knowing that he had someone with him, wishing in some way that it was her instead of those bimbos.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she rubbed both of her eyes and then ran her hands into her hair, as she lifted them up into a ponytail. She grabbed the first sweater that she found and pulled it on and went to her door. The moment she got out of her room, she hear a faint sound of a woman's laugh coming out from the kitchen. Her feet stopped, when she heard Killian's voice mixed with the sweet and soft one.

Was he spending his morning with her? Since when?

She took a deep breath and walked the small distance that was left and joined the couple. He was sitting at the small kitchen table with the brunette that she got a glimpse of the night before. Killian didn't seem to notice her come in, being entrance by the presence of this girl, who her eyes glanced from him to her. He must have noticed that her eyes weren't on him anymore and turned his head around and saw her standing at entrance of the kitchen.

She tried the best she could to look unaffected by the woman's presence and she was quite sure that she was failing, miserably.

"Hey Emma. I didn't hear you come in."

"Hey, yeah well i just got up." She avoided their gaze and went to the pantry to grab her favorite cocoa mix.

She turned her back to them, not wanting to look at them make eyes at each other and didn't need to see their roaming hands. Still, she couldn't help but to take a peek at them. It was the first time that Killian let one of his girls stay the morning for coffee and breakfast.

He usually arranged himself for the girls to leave and have breakfast with her as they always ended up spending their mornings together, he always told her that the weekend mornings were only for her. Apparently today was the day where that tradition will came to and end. She tried to hurry to make her breakfast and cocoa, wanting to leave the kitchen as fast as possible.

When her bread finished toasting, she quickly spread the raspeberry jam and grabbed her mug with her and left towards her room to eat. She deposited her plate and drink on her end table and sat indian style on her bed. Her eyes were fixated on her door, as she unconsciously hoped that Killian would appear from behind it and tell her that he was sorry and that the girl just left and that she was the insisting on staying. Telling her that he was now ready for their usual Saturday morning routine. Unfortunately, her fantasy didn't came true, and she felt her face break down, letting tears slip from her eyes once again, forgetting completely the food on her table.

-/-

The air was getting colder as the winter breeze started to make itself known. Emma readjusted her grip on the bottle of wine with her leather gloves, her other hand holding her scarf in place. She climbed the two stories that led her to Tink's apartment. It took only a moment for someone to open the door, as the petite blonde greeted her into her apartment. She was the last to arrive, as usual, and could see that the other girls were already settled on the couch and some on the cushions that were on the floor.

The girls greeted in unison as they saw her enter the room, as she went to sit on the flowery cushion on the floor. Tink joined them seconds later with another glass so that Emma could pour herself some wine. Emma had been looking forward all week to this night, since lately hanging out at her place proved to be unpleassant and source of her misery.

As usual they all tried to catch up in everyone's life. Ruby was now going steady with this guy she had talked to them about at their last girls' night, Victor. Tink was kind of seeing this one guy too, which everyone divulged outloud the awkwardness of his name, Baelfire. Mary Margaret's life was as perfect and stable as always, as she and David were now thinking about having kids. And the big announcement of the evening came from Regina telling them that she was getting married. Robin had asked her the big question during a weekend away in the woods in a nice resort. They spent most of their time asking Regina the details of his proposal. She also took the occasion to ask Tink to be her maid of honor and them to be her bridesmaid, which they all agreed to and it was concluded by a toast.

"So are you going to invite your boyfriend to come with you for the wedding?" Regina asked as she refilled her glass with red wine.

Emma looked at Ruby who was sitting beside her, convinced that the question was adressed to her friend. When the brunette looked at her, as if she was waiting for an answer, she turned her head around and saw her friends doing the same.

"Me?" She asked confused. Her friends all nodded in response.

"Uh, well, Killian isn't my boyfriend, just to make that clear. And he'll probably bring his girlfriend with him."

"What?" The four girls asked in unison, not believing what they were hearing. Killian Jones had a girlfriend.

"Since when?" Added Tink, clearly wanting to know more detail about this mysterious girl who managed to settle the Brit down.

"Since last month. He came home with her one night, and the next morning she was eating breakfast with him in our kitchen and she has been coming to our place ever since." Emma told them as she tried to pass the information as if it was nothing, and not show them how much it pained her to see that girl with him every goddamn day.

"Who is she?" Asked Ruby with a concern and intrigued voice.

"I don't know, I just know that her name is Milah, and that he met her one night at the bar. I don't know anything else and to be honest I'm not interested in knowing more."

She moved the rim of her glass to her lips, and took a big sip of her drink, hoping that it would wash down the bitter taste that she had in her mouth. They stayed in silence for a moment, her friends trying to assess the situation.

"How do you feel about this?" The soft concerned voice of Mary Margaret broke the silence. Emma lifted her eyes to meet hers, and felt herself crack bit by bit.

"He can do whatever he wants. He's my best friend since forever and that won't change. He can date whoever he wants." She answered as she tried to mask the wavering in her voice.

"That's not what I'm asking Emma. How do you feel?" Her friend insisted. Emma looked down to her glass, her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. When she raised her eyes to look at ther friends, they were filled with tears that were threatening to spill, and took in a shaky breath.

Her non-verbal answer was enough for her friends to understand how she felt. Ruby that was sitting next to her, shifted her cushion closer to hers and took her in her arms. The tender and comforting action from her friend was enough to make her breakdown in tears.

When she finally managed to calm herself down after crying her heart out, her friends all tried to cheer her up by making her laugh and reassuring her that Killian was blind to not see her as the woman she was. They didn't knew his girlfriend, but they al jokingly assumed that she was a dumb bimbo, and that Emma shouldn't be threatened by her, that Killian will eventually open his eyes and see what was in front of him.

Emma smiled at her friends, appreciating what they did and say to try and cheer her up. She couldn't ask for better friends and despite her heart ache, she felt happy to have them by her side.

"You know Emma, if you ever want to change you mind about that stupid and unworthy man, I know a guy that you might actually like." Regina chimed in. Emma smiled at her friend and shook her head in response.

"Thanks, Regina, but I don't feel like sleeping around to forget about my problems."

"Who's talking about sleeping around? I'm just telling you that there's this guy, a friend of my half-sister, who would be perfect for you. He's sophisticated, handsome, and very gentil. He could be very good for you."

"Uh, thanks, but I don't know." Emma shrugged.

"Why not?" Voiced Ruby. "It could do you some good to know another man."

She looked around and saw all of her friends nodding and some adding their opinion to that matter. The only one not quite convinced was Mary Margaret, who said that she believed that Killian would eventually come to his senses. Her other friends shot down the brunette telling her that Emma couldn't wait all her life for him to realize what he had in front of him and that she shouldn't be waiting for him and that she should move on. After debating for a while, her friends finally convinced her.

"Fine." Emma said outloud. "I'll go out with him."

"Perfect, I'll tell Zelena to tell Walsh to call you." Regina said with a satisfied grin.