Delicate - Emily Blunt x Reader

17 - Is It Over Now?

"I slept all alone. You still wouldn't go."
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The three of you sit in silence for what feels like forever. Emily up against the back of her couch, her knees tucked up to her chest. Louis at a barstool in the kitchen, facing away from you.
And you against the wall before the hallway, your legs stretched out in front of you.

Defeated.

Nolan left you all here and left the door open behind him. No one gets up to close it.

The blood from Emily's nose drips down, soaking and staining her white cropped tank. She does nothing to stop it.

Louis holds his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the countertop of the island. You don't want to even imagine the bruises forming on his face from Nolan's fist.

You can feel one forming on your cheek from the slap. Your whole body aches.

You should hate Louis. He ruined everything, for you and for Emily. But you don't. Not an ounce of you blames him for tonight.

Everything is on Nolan Eldridge's shoulders. Louis might have said some pretty stupid stuff, but Nolan is the one who threw the punches.

He hurt his own girlfriend and didn't even say sorry.

If you would have known that this was going to happen, you would've never listened to Nolan's threats telling you to stop talking to Emily. You went a whole week of not talking to a woman who desperately needed your love and support just to protect her. But she ended up getting hurt anyway.

But you also can't let Louis know that you're excusing his actions. One way or another, because of him, Emily's nose is broken.

Finally, Emily stands up and makes her way towards the bathroom. You hear the flick of the light and the door shut behind her.

She makes it clear that she has no intentions of going after Nolan. You don't blame her. Then again, you would've never gone after him in the first place.

Something inside you tells you that, as her makeup artist, it's your job to help Emily, just like you would before a scene at the set.

You push yourself off of the floor, pain shooting through your body as you do. You pull an ice pack out of the freezer and a wash cloth from the drawer and walk towards the bathroom.

Without knocking, you push open the door to see Emily standing in just her bra and jeans in front of the mirror. She runs her hands under the steaming hot water to wash the blood off. Her red stained shirt is thrown on the counter next to the sink. For some reason, you're not phased by Emily's lack of clothing, usually something that would take a lot of mental power to prevent yourself from staring.

"Let me help you," you offer softly.

Emily makes eye contact with you through the mirror and turns around.

You shut the door behind you, wanting to forget all about Louis's role in tonight's events.

Emily boosts herself to sit on the counter behind her. You take a step forward and run the washcloth under the warm water and start to wipe the now dried blood off of Emily's face. The flow seems to have stopped, thankfully. A bruise is starting to form along the bridge and under her eyes. You work quietly and gently.

Your mind wanders as you help Emily clean up. You wonder how wrap is going to go, shooting one last scene while they hate each other even more than they did on the first day.

When you think about it, you're not sure if Emily ever hated him at all. But that's beside the point.

Emily went through so much pain and suffering, pretending the man she loved didn't cheat on her to salvage her relationship and makes sure the movie and media fell in love with them. All for it to go down the drain.

How can Nolan get so angry at Emily for spending the night with you, in a completely non-romantic way, if he's out spending spare minutes with Natalia Parks?

Your blood boils with frustration. You didn't think you could hate Nolan any more than you did before, but you do now. You hate how he doesn't think the rules apply to him. You hate how he thinks he is above everyone and everything. You hate how he treats Emily. You hate everything about him.

Noticing the trail of blood down her neck and to her chest, you drag the cloth along her collarbone, slowing down the movement at how intimate this moment feels for you.

You forget about Nolan and Louis. You forget about how much everything hurts.

It's just you and Emily.

She reaches out and brushes her fingertips along your cheek bone. You flinch at her touch on the place where Nolan first hit you.

"I'm okay," you force smile and finally look up at her.

Emily's hand lingers over your face, moving slightly to cup your cheek. She brushes her thumb over your bruise. You find that Emily numbs the pain.

"Are you alright?" You ask her, setting the wash cloth down on the counter beside Emily.

Her hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls your face towards hers.

And your lips touch.

"I'm better now," she says.

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"And say the one thing I've been wanting..."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, another short chapter but I just wanted one to debrief everything before throwing that twist in at the end. We can't have another crazy chapter with such a big moment. It deserves its own part. Ahh! You and Emily are finally getting together! But y'all know it can't be that easy...