A/N: These Naomily drabble shave been floating around in my head for a while...there's a few more to come if you want to read them give me a review and let me know! This one is from Emily's POV
Saturday night and we're at another one of Danny's shit parties in the Premier inn. Katie has disappeared, no doubt shagging her idiot boyfriend in a corner, and I am standing here by the bar being referred to as Katie's twin sister.
'Fuck this!' I think to myself making the decision to get so wasted that this party seems like fun. Some busty blonde with a face like a boot is shamelessly flirting with the barman. I take advantage of his distraction and reach over the bar to grab a bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the lid and tossing it away I move through the crowd swigging on the harsh, burning liquid. I see Effy and Freddie walking through the door with JJ following close behind. So far there has been no sign of Cook, thank God!
Again I find myself staring at the door, that's when I see her. I freeze on the spot. Her eyes scan the crowd and land on me. She has that look on her face that means business, her jaw is clenched and her gaze fixed on me, those crystal blue eyes that drive me crazy bored into me with such intensity that I knew I was in for it. The only problem was I didn't know what I was in for. When she looks at me like that I know one of two things is about to happen; she's either mad as hell and going to take it out on me or she's going to kiss me.
She storms across the dance floor and I hold my breath, bracing myself for I'm not sure what. She's getting closer now, just a few feet, my heart starts to beat faster in anticipation; her eyes are still locked on mine. She's face to face with me now; her body is so close it makes me ache to touch her. I look up into her eyes as her lips crash down on mine. I smile into the kiss before returning it with vigour.
She breaks away and takes the vodka bottle from my hand and gulps down a large amount of it.
"Alright Em?" She raises an eyebrow. I blink, I'm confused. I never know what's going between us, never know if she's going to kiss me or hit me. I do know I like kissing her. I nod and smile.
"Alright Naomi?" She nods and gives me a cheeky grin. "Miss me then?" The vodka in my veins making me feel cheekily confident.
"You wish." She gives me a look that is so typically Naomi and I roll my eyes. I guess that's part of why I'm so intrigued by her. She always keeps me guessing.
