starting over

                                    

                                          
Y/N's pov: 
You had woken up in your and Emily's bed with a massive headache caused by your current hangover. As you were about to get up you had noticed that you weren't alone in the bed. Emily's arms were wrapped around you tightly from behind and that's when the memories of the night before started flooding back. Shit
You remembered getting drunk and basically forcing yourself onto Emily and then you remember her crying. You were so embarrassed. Of course you had wanted to kiss her but not like that, not while being drunk and not thinking before acting on your emotions. 
You carefully removed the brunettes arms from your body and got up and quietly tip toed out of the bedroom praying that she wouldn't wake up any time soon. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed some water and aspirin for your headache and swallowed it. You felt really anxious and stressed out about the whole situation with Emily so you started to clean the apartment to get your mind off of yesterday's events. Cleaning had always helped your anxiety as well as music of course. It was kinda a blessing that you enjoyed cleaning in a way because that meant that you always kept everything very organized but at the same time it drove you crazy when the apartment got too messy. 
Emily's pov: 
You woke up alone in your bed and felt the anxiety rise in your chest, what if she hated you after yesterday because you didn't stop her or worse what if she had left. You quickly got up and walked out of the bedroom and to your relief you soon found y/n in the kitchen cleaning. You knew that she only cleaned this intensely when she was stressed or anxious which meant she definitely remembered what had happened. 
"Emily" she said without turning around. You didn't answer her, scared of how she would react. She finished wiping down the counter and turned around to face you, her eyes met yours. 
"Emily I'm so sorry" she said in a low tone. Wait what? She wasn't mad, she was sorry? 
"You don't hate me?" You asked sitting down. She shot you confused look. 
"Why would I hate you? I was the one who basically forced myself onto you" she said looking down a bit. 
"I didn't stop you, I should've stopped you" you replied. 
"Emily...I think we both know that neither of us wanted to stop, that's not your fault" she said continuing to clean the kitchen. 
"What are we doing?" You asked her wanting to know the answer but at the same time you were scared that she'd still not forgive you. 
"I don't know Em...I don't know what we are or what we're doing" she replied turning around to face you again. She was leaning against the counter with her hands on either side of her body. "I wish things could go back to how they were" she sighed. 
"I think we both know that can't happen. I think we need to start over if we're going to make this work" you said in a soft tone. 
"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion.
"I mean start from the beginning, do it all over again. A first date, a first kiss, just start fresh" 
"Okay" she whispered giving you a soft smile.
"Does that mean you give me a chance?" You said trying to not show your excitement. 
"don't make me regret it" she answered, you could tell she meant it by her slightly more serious tone.
"Can I hug you?" You asked in a low tone and she walked over to you and nodded slightly. You stood up and wrapped your arms around her, breathing in her warm and familiar scent that always relaxed you. You stayed like that for awhile just holding her in your arms like you've wanted to do for weeks now. You had missed this, you had missed her.