Apotheosis- A TGWDLM Fanfic

Chapter Ten: All I Ask Of You

Emma's POV
Emma watched as Harry worked, absolutely stunned. It might be the fact that she was dying, but even doing science, Harry seemed even hotter than usual. She watched her mixing shit together, lighter held underneath. She remembered that much from science. Heat sped up reactions. And though Emma could barely remember what Harry was doing. She must need it quickly. She remembered that it was something to save her. She was supposedly dying. She coughed up some blue shit. Ah yes. She was going by song and dance. Fan-fucking-tastic. She looked back over to Harriet. She remembered Harry with her hair in a tight braid. She'd looked so... well, it was indescribable. Strict? Authoritative? In-charge? All in a good way. Anyways, she'd looked like that. Very dominant. But Emma preferred her now with her hair down. Emma wasn't usually one to think in metaphors, but it did work nicely, her letting her hair down as they got closer. Well, technically, the professor taking her hair down. But the imagery was still nice. Harry was a goddess. From the angle that Emma was at, she could see light shining from behind her, which only added to her god-like-ness. Emma started to consider the facts. This woman hadn't missed a shot yet. She was a warrior. She was smart as all get out, being a genius and shit. And Emma has never seen a woman more beautiful, with her perfectly proportionate features, her large eyes, her pouting lip, her button nose, long, wispy hair that flowed behind her, a perfect hourglass figure, and a damn fine ass... all tied up with the sweetest personality. She genuinely did not seem to know how cool she was. Like, it hadn't gotten to her head. She was adorkable.

Emma realized that she'd fallen head over heels for her right after she'd seen her with her family. She learned about the emotional depth of this woman, and her strength amidst circumstances. Emma sympathized with her. In a way, though Harry was larger than life in many senses, she related to her. Her inward struggle to fit in, to belong. She thought, perhaps, that maybe they belonged together. Now that wasn't to say that she understood why she'd shot Paul. She still couldn't explain that. She'd loved them both. But, she supposed, the time for Paul was over. That much had been evident when he started using the same look she'd seen in his eyes while loving her as he did looking at Harry. Before everything went to shit. Harry probably hadn't even noticed it. Emma didn't blame Paul. And Paul very evidently had still loved her. But he'd also been falling for Harry. Who in their right mind wouldn't? Emma could hardly believe she'd actually had trouble fitting in.

She believed that Harry was into her too. I mean, the girl could barely look her in the eye, was constantly nervous while talking to her, and was clearly jealous of Paul. Emma would never understand how she had garnered that kind of attention from a goddess like Harry, but she'd take it. It was adorable how she never addressed it, and whenever Emma tried to flirt with her she got so flustered. Emma found it adorable. Yet another reason to love her.

"How're you feeling, Emma?" Harry's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Lovesick." She blurted out without thinking, immediately blushing.

"Sick?" Harry chuckled. Oh thank god she's heard it wrong. "Emma, love, you should feel more than sick, you're dying."

"LOVEsick." She repeated. Damnit, why had she done that? She wasn't ready to own up to that yet. It was probably the fucking blue shit kicking in.

"Yeah, it must be weird without Paul now." Harry hummed in agreement.

"Oh, yeah... Paul." She sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"What?" Emma replied.

"When you word it like that, it sounds like you weren't lovesick for Paul." Harry told her.

"What if I wasn't?" She teased. Oh god. She needed to stop herself.

"Well then who in the world were you talking about?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. Emma had always thought she looked adorable like that.