A/N. So, this is my first fan fiction attempt, just bare with me…

Rated T for later chapters.

I hope you girls (who are we kidding..?) enjoy what I'm trying to create, and if there's any fuck ups in the text, just remember (and ignore) English is so not my first language…

1.

Like fire. Yeah, that's what it was. Fire… Burning every part of her. Mind, body and soul.

And all that was left of her was this glowing wreckage of…life?

So this is how it's supposed to feel. This is how it's supposed to be, when life finally finds you, and makes everything just right. Just so…complete.

5:30 P.M. Fuck.

I can't believe I'm stuck here again. Why do I always have to be such a fucking push-over. "Emily, please help me. Emily, could you cover for me? Emily. I so need to shag my fucking boyfriend tonight. Do you mind?"

So now I'm stuck here, 6 shifts a week, 8 hours a pop. June would probably just come and go. God how I longed for August…

"Right then love. I'm off. Have a great night and call me if you got lonely." Effy walked passed me as she spoke, barely looking at me, twirling her car keys in her hands. I sighed.

"Of to see the cookie monster ey?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sound jealous, or angry for that matter.

I so hated that guy. He'd been around for like two times and I could never shake that feeling of, that he was up to no good. And Effy would be the one left picking up the fucking pieces he'd sure create.

He came to pick her up one night, fucked out of his mind, leaning over the counter smelling of weed and, sex..? God that's just nasty. And she just went along with it. Smiling and acting like it wasn't a big deal. I'm sure she knew he was fucking around, and I just couldn't understand why she didn't mind.

"Yeah. He's taking me out clubbing. Told me he's got a fucking brilliant new dealer with the best MDMA in town so I'm guessing the night will be legendary." Whatever Barney.

I rolled my eyes at her, not letting her see that though.

I focused on the computer in front of me, sighing at the revelation. 12 check ins. 8 hours, divided by 12… That means I'm going to meet like 1 and a half person every hour… How fascinating. God I wished I'd brought my book.

"Have fun." My response was so low I could barely hear myself, so I wasn't surprised Effy just walked out the door without a response. Fuck fuck fuck. I hated my job.

Being a receptionist wasn't on top of my –what to do with my life- list, and if any other opportunity came up, I would grab it like a crackwhore would respond to "got crack here people!" Crazy style.

Right, just let this night be over soon so I can go back home to my sad apartment, to my sad lonely life, with my sad (and oh so fat) cat, and just pretend I was dead.

People came and went. The hours wouldn't pass fast enough.

I was doing my job (if my job also contained googling everything you could come up with) and I tell you. I've never been a fan of art, but now I knew every little thing about Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo. Shit what a fascinating woman.

I was so wrapped up in reading about her life, accident and love life I didn't even hear the door open.

I was smiling towards Frida, looking back at me from her portrait frame when I heard her voice.

"Heya. I got a reservation here. I think…"

I snapped up, tearing my eyes from the screen only to meet the most intense beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen staring back at me with a hesitating gaze.

I swallowed hard, and I was sure she could hear me.

She was desperately searching through her papers trying to find her confirmation, when I finally found my voice again, allowing me to speak.

"In what name is it?" I smiled.

She didn't look at me still rummaging through all her papers she'd thrown on the counter.

I tried again. "If you just give me your name I'm sure I'll find your reservation here somewhere. Don't worry." Her eyes finally leaving the stack of papers she'd places in front of both of us, meeting mine.

I felt my knees crumble at the sight of her. Her blonde hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail. Mascara smudged out under her eyes, like she's been traveling for days, and her hands slightly shaking scuffling through all the papers she'd placed on the counter. I smiled, looking her straight in the eye. Fucking amazing.

"Campbell. The name is Naomi Campbell."