EMMA
Emma woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, completely disoriented until she remembered how she got here last night.
Cillian. Was he still here? Did something else happen? The last thing Emma could remember was falling asleep on the couch, so she had no idea how she woke up in a bed. Cillian's bed.
Emma looked around the room, and noticed the spot next to her wasn't even wrinkled nor unmade, so she slept alone. Where was he though?
After she thought about it, she wasn't sure if she preferred not to know. Maybe it would be better if he wasn't here so they didn't have to go through the awkward day-after stage, they would just both simply forget about it. But maybe she did want to see him again today, so she could say thank you, or just talk to him again.
Emma decided to clear her thoughts and not think about it anymore. She carefully got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to wake her up, but she still looked awful.
Removing her makeup with a tissue last night proved to be unsuccessful, so her eyes were all smudged with mascara, and her hair was a knotty mess, so she just tried removing every last bit of the remaining makeup she had with water and put her hair up in a loose braid.
Emma quietly opened the door of the bedroom, nervous for what stood on the other side. She expected Cillian to have left, but still wanted to make sure.
She tiptoed out of the room, trying to make the least noise possible in case he was somewhere around here, and she prayed that that wasn't the case because there was no going back now.
She started making her way towards the kitchen, looking for any type of phone she could get her hands on so she could at least call Rufus to come pick her up, but found nothing.
So far everything was clear, no one seemed to be here, so she grabbed a glass and filled it with water, deciding to quench her thirst from her heavy night of drinking.
Just as soon as she was about to put the glass back down on the counter, she misplaced it and it fell with a heavy thump on the ground. Thank God the actual dish wasn't made of glass, it was plastic, but it still made enough noise to wake Cillian up.
A very disoriented Cillian suddenly stood up from the couch and looked around warily until he met Emma's eyes and noticed she was there. "Fuck you scared me. It's you." he said as he breathed a sigh of relief and let out a small smile.
Emma raised her hands to cover her mouth while she started shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I thought no one was here, I didn't want to wake you." She quickly bent down to pick up the glass, grateful it had no water too, so at least she didn't make a mess.
"It's fine, I swear. How did you sleep?" Cillian asked as he rubbed his eyes and started walking towards her.
"Great, but I don't remember falling asleep, how did I end up in your room?" Emma widened her eyes as a thought popped into her head, "Please don't tell me I sleep-walked to your room."
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FanfictionEmma Stewart and Cillian Murphy cross paths that lead to a heated night, but out of fear of getting hurt, Emma decides to act as if nothing happened between them, ignoring the reciprocal but concealed feelings they both have for each other. They bot...