this is a short chapter sorry and again thank so much to believerofeverything (co-writer/bate reader/spell checker)
Emma POV
Emma woke up the next day, expecting Julian to be sprawled out next to her. "Julian?" she said sitting up. She looked to her bed-side clock, and it read 8am. 'Oh' Emma though, thankful she had gotten some sleep, at least since she and Mark had gone to bed at 3am, from waiting up for Julian who had not come home at all last night. Emma quickly got dressed and rushed out of her room; the first stop was Julian's room. As she barged into his room, the bed was still made just like it was when she checked it last night. Emma's next stop was Julian's studio, because she'd known him to fall asleep there after painting, or just after a hard day when he just wanted to be alone, but then she realised that yesterday was probably one of the hardest days of his life.
As Emma slowly opened door, she began to worry that if Julian was not there something must have happened to him, and all that was flashing in Emma's mind as she entered his studio, but there was nothing, no sign of him, and as Emma banged on the door to his other studio, she heard nothing, and when she checked the door was locked. Emma sat on the counter in the studio, worrying about Julian. Mark popped his head into the studio about twenty minutes later. "Hi," Mark said taking a step in to the room, "has he still not turned up?" He asked tentatively. "No and I am worrying about him, he hasn't called or texted or anything."
"Has he ever done something like this before?" "No he never done anything, if he ever went out hunting without me he would always drop me a text or a message or something but I've got nothing," Emma said almost breaking down. Mark took a few more steps forward and pulled Emma into a hug. They stood for a few minutes in each other's arms. Mark said nothing as Emma had a mini breakdown, and as she was crying Mark simply stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, of how Julian was safe and how he would be home soon. Emma just listened to him whisper to her, and started to feel better. As Emma start to pull herself back together, Mark offered to call Julian once more, and Emma nodded, still recovering from her breakdown. As Emma was wiping away her tears, Julian's phone went off, and they searched until they found it in the draw in which he kept his paints, along with the key to Julian's private studio. Emma was getting really worried now, because Julian never left without his phone, just in case the kids need him.
Julian POV
As Julian woke up, he quickly became aware that there was woman pressed up against his body. He knew in one second that it was not Emma, even without opening his eyes. He had woken enough times with Emma to know how she felt lying next to him. Julian didn't open his eyes for two reasons, the first was that he was remembering last night, as best he could, and second if he didn't open his eyes, he could pretend it was Emma's head that rested on his chest. As Zoe woke up she left the room, and came back a few minutes later.
"Julian wake up" she said, gently rocking him, "Julian the coffee is ready." As Julian's eyes fluttered open, Zoe sat over him and she fiddled with her hair, so it didn't fall into her face. As Julian sat up and looked at the clock, he panicked when he saw that it read 9:30am. Julian rushed around the room, trying finding his clothes, before hurriedly getting dressed, but before he could rush out of the door Zoe grabbed his arm. "Hey I just need to know is this a one night thing or something more," Zoe asked. Julian stopped dead in his tracks; he had no time to stop to think about that at all. "Can I be honest? I don't know but I had a great time with you, but I really need to go," Julian said, apologetically. "Okay, well then, do you have my number?" Zoe asked, thinking ahead. 'Shit' he thought, he didn't even have his phone on him. "I don't have my phone on me," Julian said, annoyed at himself for forgetting his phone. Then he realised he hadn't told anyone where he was. Zoe quickly slipped out of bed and rummaged through a drawer until she surfaced with a maker pen. She grabbed Julian's arm, and quickly wrote her number along his arm in big numbers. "So you don't forget me," she said with a grin, before Julian kissed her quickly, and ran out of Zoe's apartment. As Julian run down and jumped into the Toyota. His last thoughts as he pulled onto the road were 'Fuck, Emma and Mark are going to kill me. And then Livvy is going to impale me. And then Dru is probably going to slap me. I am in so much shit right now'.