ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>

I Wish It Never Happened (Angst/Fluff)

TW: PTSD

Emma's POV

It's been a few weeks after the whole apocalypse. I can't stop thinking about how it actually happened. Alien theatre kids making everything become a musical. Something coming from a horror movie. I could keep making fun of the whole alien theatre kid thing but I can't. Paul was one of them. Luckily they got him to a hospital before he could infect me. They did enough just get all the blue blood out of him. Paul doesn't have much memory of when he was taken over. The only thing he does remember is when he almost choked me out. He says he could still think his normal thoughts but couldn't control himself. One thing he doesn't know that the alien apocalypse made me become a whole new person.

Shit I'm still in the shower. I thought to myself. I turned off the water and opened the curtain. How long was I in there? Who cares? I wiped the foggy mirrors with my towel and wrapped it around my hair. I grabbed my clothes from the little stand we have right next to the shower. Just grey sweatpants with one of Paul's hoodies. They keep me warm don't judge. I take off the towel and start drying my hair with it. When I was about to brush my teeth I hear small humming behind the door.

"Hello? Paul is that you?" I exclaim hoping I get an answer.

No answer.

It's probably just him sleeping. Stupid assumption but it's something. I began to brush my teeth enjoying the mint smell. After that I finally walk out of the bathroom and turned off the light. I flinch at it. It's only a light Em calm down. I stand there remembering the lights flashing at Hidgen's place. Ted and I tied around a chair and Hidgen and his alien friends singing their lives out. No no, it's nothing. I walk to Paul and I's shared room only to find he isn't there.

"Paul? Paul this isn't funny." I mutter under my breathe.

I walk slowly to the kitchen only to find him... singing. No. No. No. No. They got him. The meds didn't work. He was singing that stupid.. no I can't. I started shaking. My arms were cold and tears were forming. I can feel my body about to collapse. Shit. I need to run. He's gonna get me.

"They got you too." I cried quietly. I remember Paul had his hands around my throat singing rhymes that I never understood.

Paul turned around.

"Hey love-" I cut him off.
"Don't get anywhere near me!! You took him from me you freak... Why?" I collapse to the floor crawling backwards.
"No Em it's me Paul please I'm right here! Listen Emma, I'm right here!!"
"You fucking liar!! Liar!!" As soon as I hit the wall I knew I was done for. I cover my face and felt the tears rush down my face.
"No Emma!! It's me Paul!! Hey.. hey there I'm right here..."
I uncover my face and his eyes aren't bright blue as I thought. His normal blue eyes were there.
"Emma I'm so sorry if I frightened you. I'm so fucking sorry."
I remember those silent days when I was too scared to go anywhere near Paul. I was scared that it would happen again.
"Paul I though you were-" I continued to cry as he held me tight to him warm body.
He picked me up and carried me into bed and laid me there. He joined and let me lay on his chest as I cried. I thought he was one them.

Paul's POV

This poor woman crying in my arms because of me. The doctors said I'll be singing time to time since my body is used to it. I hate knowing that.  I look down at my love and kiss her head softly. This wasn't the first this happened. When I came back from the hospital one night and I saw Emma walking into the kitchen. I remember going over to her to hug her but she gasped and backed away scared. It breaks my heart into millions of pieces knowing that Emma has to remember this. I look down at her and see the scar I left on her neck. I did that. I couldn't get a hold myself to stop but it was like a whole new person was in my body but that is the case but it wasn't a person.
Emma's cries stopped and she looked up at me.

"I'm sorry maybe I was overreacting a bit, sorry." She spoke.
I wiped a few of small rushing tears away from her face.
"Honey you don't need to apologize for anything. You weren't overreacting. I'd react the same if I saw a theatre kid." I tried to joke to make her feel better and it did. However I'm not joking cause theatre kids actually scare me.
"I wish none of this apocalypse shit didn't ever happen. If it didn't happen Hatchetfield would be the same as usual and you wouldn't have that scar-" I cut myself off. Tears swelled my eyes. Shit. No.
"I can't believe I hurt you Em..."
"Paul it wasn't your fault." She wiped my tears and wrapped her arms around my neck. I immediately hugged her around her waist and cried into her shoulder. At this point I was a crying mess. Emma doesn't know  how much I love her. She was the first ever person I grew an attachment too. First person to show emotion around. I will protect her from anything and anyone.

"I wish it never happened Emma. I love you so much and I hurt you. I'm sorry." I cried even though I was muffled.
"You didn't hurt me Paul. That fucking alien inside you did. I love you more than anything."
I look up and stared into her dazzling brown eyes. Reminds me of the hiking trips I use to take with Bill and his daughter.
She cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I squeezed her sides lightly. She had a thing for that and I could just feel her smile. It made smile knowing that she is happy. God I love this woman.
We pulled away slowly and leaned our foreheads together. Only thing you could hear was our breathing.
"How bout we get some sleep, okay?" I ask looking at her lips then to her eyes.
"Okay." She replied kissing me softly then leaning on my chest.

"Night Paul."
"Night Emma."

A/N: I might update this one frequently cause I love Paulkins and I love Team Starkid. 🙄❤️