Emison: Love Me Like You Do

Did We..? - 18

ALISON'S POV (NIGHT EMILY COLLAPSES)

Well. Emily just collapsed in my arms. God, if she were mine, she would not be able to sit down for a week. I carry her into the car, and head towards a hotel.

I carry an unconscious Emily into the hotel. I towards the entrance, and the doors are opened. I head towards the lobby table. I look up at the employee, and he eyes me, frowning.

"She's drunk. I swear, plus necrophilia isn't my thing." I mumbled sharply.

"Alright then. What's your name?" The employee asks politely, still eyeing me down.

"Alison DiLaurentis."

"How many beds and how many nights would you like to stay?"

"One bed and two nights please" I reply sharply, bearing the weight of Emily.

"Alright. Here are your keys ma'am. Room 218. You and your -- uh.. friend enjoy your night" he remarks softly, giving an innocent smile. I take the keys from his hand, and head towards the elevator. I call the elevator, and the doors chime open. I stagger into the elevator, and press 2. I wait in silence as our elevator travels to our floor. The elevator dings, and the doors open.

I walk down the long corridor, looking for our room number.

I spot our number, and fumbly put the keys into the lock. I unlock the door, and shut it with my foot. I throw the keys on the dressing table. I place Emily softly on one side of the bed, before stretching out my muscles.

I walk to the bathroom, and wash off the drunk smell Emily left on me. I finish my shower, and dry myself off. I wrap the towel around my body. I turn around, facing my back towards the mirror, and look at the round scars. My head turns straight, and tilts downwards. I trace my fingers over the scar, letting tears escapy my eyes before getting dressed.

I undress Emily, forgetting that there were no spare clothes. I lift my arms up and take off my shirt, and dress Emily up. I lay her back down, pulling the blanket over her body, before I grab the hotel robe hanging from the closet, and wrap myself in it. I walk back over to the bed, tucking myself in.

I lie in bed for a few seconds, before propping myself up on my elbow.

"Goodnight, my sweet Emily" I kiss her forehead, and tuck the strands of hair stuck to her face behind her ear, before laying down, and falling asleep.

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EMILY'S POV

It's very quite. The light is muted. I am comfortable and warm, in this bed. Hmm ... I open my eyes and for a moment, I have tranquil and serene, enjoying the strange, unfamilliar surroinds. I have no idea where I am. The headboard behind me is dark wood. How did I get here? Fractured memories of the previous night come slowly back to haunt me. The drinking, the phone call -- Oh no, the phone call -- The vomitting, and the girl. I cringe inwardly, I don't remember coming here. Ali must have actually came to get me. But how? she didn't even know where I was. I glance down at what I was wearing. T shirt, bra and underwear. No socks. No jeans. Holy Shit.

The room is large and airy and plushlu furnished in browns, whites and beiges. I look over to the nightstand, and see a glass or Orange Juice and two pills. Advil.

"Eat me." Says the note next to the pills, "Drink me" the note stuck on the glass says. Control Freak she is, she thinks of everything. I sit up and take the tablets. Actually, I don't feel that bad, probably better than I deserve. The orange juice tastes devine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing. There's a knock on the door. My heart leaps into my mouth and I can't seem to find my voice. The door opens anyway, and in strolls Ali.