It was exactly 5:30 and right on schedule I saw her pick up her navy blue duffel coat and place it over her narrow shoulders. She wrapped her scarf around her neck, picked up her bag and headed towards the door next to my desk. I was pretending to type something but was really staring at a blank screen trying to stop my cheeks from flushing a deep shade of crimson.

'See you' she mumbled as she approached the exit.

I just about managed to utter back a reply without chucking up the entire contents of my stomach through nerves. You would think I would be used to it now. Emily began working at the office 5 months ago and I was still at that sickeningly sweet, school girl crush stage which made my heart jump into my throat every time I thought about her deep brown eyes and my brain do somersaults when I got a whiff of her musky vanilla scent. I don't know why I couldn't get over that awkward phase, maybe because I knew it was totally unreciprocated and pointless or maybe because there was something so magical and captivating about this petite red head I just couldn't seem to shake off. Either way I had it bad and I didn't know what to do about it.

Snapping myself out of yet another daydream involving Emily I switched my computer off, grabbed my belongings, rushed out of the door and ignored the third missed call from my best friend and housemate Effy. I was running late to meet her and I knew I would just get an earful of witty abuse. At least if she saw me in person I could win her over with a large glass of wine. And that's exactly what I did. When I reached the crowded bar I ordered a bottle of wine with two glasses and clumsily weaved my way in and out of the thirsty office workers and found Effy where we always sit, in the small booth on the raised platform in the corner, a perfect spot to hide away and watch the world go by.

'Took your time' she snapped as she poured us each a glass of wine.

'Sorry I got caught up with emails' I lied.

'Really? It had nothing to do with waiting for a certain little redhead to leave so you could get your last perve of the day and inspiration for some night time self-love then?'

I blushed and she sniggered knowing that she could read me so well and that I was that obvious about erm…relieving myself.

'It's ok Nai' she giggled 'I remember how vocal you can be, it wasn't that long ago that we…'

'Yes, ok, I get it, that's enough about my night time rituals thank you very much,' I said interrupting her before she had a chance to turn the air blue with our somewhat colourful past 'we are here to sort out your relationship remember! What the fuck is going on Eff?! I've had Cook on the phone to me all through my lunch break telling me that Freddie's in bits'

She raised an eyebrow in a way that told me she was not going to back down in the latest saga of their turbulent relationship.

'Good' she smirked 'Maybe he won't be such an arse in the future then.'

I was kind of relieved, her expression didn't really make me think that this was anything other than another blip in the weird and wonderful relationship of Effy and Freddie and that things would be back to normal and I would be hearing gory and explicit details about their make-up sex…thrilling as that seemed I winced in anticipation and took my phone out to text Cook.

Code amber, bring chocolates, flowers and an embarrassingly large gift. Same place as usual.

Effy and Freddie's relationship was so tempestuous that Cook and I had worked out a code. Green meant all was forgiven; usually the result of a drink or drug fuelled argument and would be resolved with either more drink or drugs (usually vodka or a big fat spliff)! Amber meant Freddie had a bit of grovelling to do, Effy wanted him to suffer a little bit but wasn't that mad and would be made happy again with a few lavish gifts. Code red had only been used once before and was pretty horrific actually. Although Effy and Freddie don't have exactly the most conventional relationship, they do love each other dearly and code red was a dark time for the whole group. Maybe we'll get into that another time.

After what seemed like an age Cook showed up with a very sheepish looking Freddie saddled with gifts. Effy rolled her eyes at her sorry looking boyfriend and scooted over for her to join him. Great I thought, another night of loud, animalistic and quite frankly terrifying noises from their bedrooms. I was definitely staying at Cooks house tonight and from the knowing glance we exchanged he agreed it would be best.

Well that's it, my first attempt at fan fic. Please let me know what you think as if it is complete rubbish I won't inflict anymore upon you lovely people and will just keep it to myself. If im honest I don't really have a solid plan set out for this story. Obviously I have some things I would like to happen which includes lots of Naomily and a few surprising twists and turns but suggestions/feedback/any comments at all would be very much appreciated.