Finding Home - EMISON | PLL

Finding Home

"Finding Home"
A Love Story between Alison DiLaurentis and Emily Fields

Emily Fields always felt a flutter in her chest when Alison DiLaurentis was around. Even when they were younger, Alison had this magnetic energy that made everyone feel drawn to her, and Emily was no exception. But what was different about Emily was the way her heart raced when Alison smiled, the way her pulse quickened when their hands brushed, even if it was by accident. It wasn't just admiration, it was something deeper. Something she was afraid to name for years.

Alison had been the queen bee of Rosewood High, captivating, bold, and mysterious, hiding more secrets than anyone could ever guess. Emily always saw more in her than the surface level, but she never expected that their tangled lives would eventually bring them to a place neither of them had ever thought possible.

It was a few years after they had graduated from high school. The nightmares of "A" and the constant threats had subsided, and their lives had finally reached some semblance of normal. Emily had moved back to Rosewood after a stint away, needing to be close to family and friends. Alison, on the other hand, had stayed behind, rebuilding her life in a town where her name once carried both fear and admiration.

One evening, Emily found herself wandering the quiet streets of Rosewood, her feet taking her to a place she hadn't visited in years—the old DiLaurentis house. To her surprise, the lights were on inside, casting a warm glow against the chilly autumn night. She hesitated for a moment, memories flooding her mind. Memories of sleepovers, whispered secrets, and the way Alison used to tease her with that mischievous smirk.

Without thinking, Emily found herself knocking on the front door. Before she could second-guess her decision, the door creaked open, and there stood Alison, her blue eyes widening in surprise.

"Em," Alison breathed, her voice a mix of shock and something Emily couldn't quite place. "What are you doing here?"

Emily shifted awkwardly, feeling like the same shy girl she once was. "I was just... I didn't know you were still living here."

Alison leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, a small smile playing at her lips. "Where else would I go?"

They stood there for a moment, the weight of the past lingering between them, until Alison stepped aside. "Do you want to come in?"

Emily nodded, stepping into the house that had once been both a sanctuary and a battlefield. They sat in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words. Alison seemed different now—softer, less guarded, but there was still that spark, that undeniable pull that Emily had always felt.

"So, how have you been?" Emily asked, breaking the silence, though her voice came out quieter than she intended.

Alison shrugged, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. "I've been better, I guess. Things are... different."

Emily frowned slightly. "Different how?"

Alison looked at her for a long moment, her eyes searching Emily's face as if trying to decide how much to reveal. Finally, she let out a sigh. "You know, after everything, I thought I would feel free. But I don't. I feel... alone."

The vulnerability in Alison's voice caught Emily off guard. This was the girl who had always been the centre of attention, the one who never let anyone see her weaknesses. But now, here she was, stripped of her armour, looking at Emily like she was the only one who could understand.

"You're not alone," Emily said softly, reaching out to touch Alison's hand. The contact sent a familiar jolt through her, but she didn't pull away.

Alison glanced down at their hands, her expression unreadable. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "At least, I don't want to be."

The air between them shifted, heavy with the weight of years of longing and confusion. Emily's heart pounded in her chest as Alison's gaze met hers, no longer teasing or mysterious, but open and vulnerable in a way she had never seen before.

"I've missed you, Em," Alison admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than I thought I ever would."

Emily swallowed hard, feeling her emotions rise to the surface. She had spent so many years trying to move on, trying to forget the girl who had broken her heart so many times. But now, sitting here, with Alison's hand in hers, she realized something she had always known deep down.

She could never really let go.

"I've missed you too," Emily said, her voice cracking slightly. "But Ali, you hurt me. You hurt all of us."

Alison closed her eyes for a moment, guilt flashing across her face. "I know. And I'm sorry. I was selfish, I was scared. I thought pushing people away was the only way to protect myself."

Emily shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "You don't have to be scared anymore."

Alison opened her eyes, and for the first time in a long time, Emily saw hope there. Slowly, cautiously, Alison leaned closer, her breath warm against Emily's skin. "Do you really mean that?"

Emily's heart raced as she nodded. "Yes."

And with that single word, everything changed. Alison closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Emily's in a soft, tentative kiss. It wasn't the passionate, reckless kiss Emily had imagined all those years ago. It was gentle, filled with hesitation and fear, but also with a deep, unspoken promise.

When they pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

"Alison," Emily whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I don't want to lose you again."

Alison looked at her, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "You won't. Not this time."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's warmth, the weight of their past slowly fading away. In that moment, Emily realized something she had always known but had been too afraid to admit—Alison was her home. She always had been.

And now, after everything, after all the pain and heartbreak, they finally had a chance to build something real.

Together.

And for the first time in a long time, Emily believed that maybe, just maybe, they would get their happy ending.