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Chapter 15: Mistakes like This

*not even proofread*

*30th July: the morning after the bachelorette*

Emily's POV

For the first time in a few years, I wake up with a genuine and natural smile on my face. I keep my eyes closed a little longer, relishing in the moment, thinking back to last night, well this morning really I guess. God, it was just so good, I hadn't sex that good in ages! Like this felt right, genuine, it wasn't just some girl, it was her. It was Alison Lauren Fucking DiLaurentis. And that thought couldn't make me happier. I mean the girl I'd been pining for over the past 5 years and I had finally slept together, the most perfectly shaped woman on earth! She slept with me, a college dropout! And on top of that, I made her climax so many times, she can't have been having good sex like she came undone so fast... Oh my god... Elliot! Shit! I completely forgot about him! He's going to be heartbroken when he learns she's leaving him for me... Poor dude... To have had something so great, so amazing, so perfect and to lose it just like that, I know how bad that sucks. I lived it. It's devastating. Which is why I'm so glad that part of my life is over! After last night, it's clear we both want the same thing right? Like what's the point in me suppressing my feelings now? None. She's clearly the only girl for me, I mean hell, she's the only girl since we broke up that has this effect on me. Mushy squash everywhere!

I sigh happily as I roll over to wrap my arm around her. But my arm flops onto the mattress. I open my eyes in confusion and furrow them when I realise it's empty. What the hell... I sit up gingerly in my bed and strain my ear, maybe she's in the bathroom

'' Ali? You there?'' I ask to the empty room

No response. What the actual fuck?!?! I stand up and throw on some denim shorts and a hoodie. I open the bathroom door only to find it empty. I feel the nerves rise up to my throat and my heart begin to tighten in my chest...

'' Where is she?'' I look around the room for any signs of her. Her clothes are gone. There isn't a note. Shit! I run to my phone to see if maybe she texted me. Nothing on the home screen. Maybe there's a problem with my notifications settings. I scramble to unlock my phone and open the messenger app.

'' Come on, come on!'' I mutter angrily

Still nothing... Wait... Quinn texted me and some girls? When was this? Shit!

Last night and this morning?! I rush to open the texts from the girls seeing a pair of boobs... Nice, those actually look hella good! No! Come on, Em! You're better than that! What's next, pussy pic and naughty text... Ok, so technically not anything I did... What did Quinn text me though? Did she have a flight problem or something?

QF: Hey, I really think you re-think this whole ditch Ali after the wedding plan... I know you think it's what's best but we should talk about it further when I land in a few hours

Fuuuuuck... Please don't tell me Ali saw this one.. Please, please, please! If she did then she's going to think I'm a jerk! Which I technically am, but not anymore! Fuck! She's gonna think I was using her

'' Shit! SHit! Fuckkidy fuck fuck shit!'' I curse myself as I gather my wallet, phone and keys in my hand and run out of my hotel room.

Hopefully I'm not too late!

Alison's POV

I stumble into the house in a hurry and slam the door shut behind me, immediately hitting my back against it and letting out a loud huff of anger and resentment.

'' You fucking idiot Alison! How could you do that to Elliot!'' I angrily mutter to myself as I push myself off the door and start taking my heels off '' You just had to screw it up for that cunt!'' I start walking up the stairs heels in my hand and trying to control the tears and keep them in. I'd finally stopped crying 5 minutes ago, I wasn't about to start again!