We Could Be Something
This is my first attempt at a Naomily fic, I hope I've done well with this ever so popular canon pairing! Kate Nash – Nicest Thing.
I could feel the soft skin of her hands on mine and my skin puckered up and tightened into goosebumps. A tear rolled down my cheek. Our hands were linked through the letter box.
"You're so nice. You're the nicest thing I've seen. Please, can we give it another go. We could be something. Please, Emily." I was pleading. It was my own stupid fault though.
"I don't know." She unlinked her fingers from mine, and my fingers were suddenly much colder.
"Emily, please. One more chance, that's all I want," More tears trailed down, dripping from my chin.
"Naomi, I wish I was your favourite girl. Maybe I am... But I'm not the reason you're in the world. You're not even sure about me." She withdrew her hand a fraction.
"Your smile is my favourite, Ems." I smiled through the door, remembering how her face could glow, light up so beautifully when she smiled. "You're so beautiful. The way that you dress is my favourite kind of style. How do you do it?"
"I wish you could figure me out." She sounded quite sad and my own smile vanished. She took her hand away from mine, and I was alone.
"I always want to know what you're about!" I was almost sobbing, desperate. I needed her, to hear her, to see her to hold her. "I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset."
"I wish you'd never forget." She was talking about all those times when I'd be feeling down and she would slide her hand to mine and link her fingers through mine. "The look on your face when we first met," I could hear her smile. "You were upset and I held your hand and then cheered you up and then..." She trailed off.
"I don't forget. You know that beauty spot, the one that I only I know about, the secret that nobody else can see? I wish that you loved me." Her hand was on mine again and tightened at the memories.
"I wish that you needed me." And suddenly I knew what she was going on about. All of these conflicting emotions within me.
I had been hurting her because up until now I had never needed her, only wanted her. All along she had needed me, in a way I hadn't needed her. I had been so unsure about myself, my feelings, my sexuality. But now I'm sure, I'm more than sure.
"Come in, have some tea."
The kettle was boiling and the tea bags waiting in the mugs, I put two sugars in one, milk in the other.
"I wish you knew that when I say two sugars, I actually mean three." She sighed, reaching for the sugar. I took the teaspoon from her hand and added another spoon of sugar to her mug, looking in to her eyes and smiling at the warmth I saw in their depths.
We finished the tea and headed to the door.
"What do you really want?" I had to know, everything depended on her answer.
"I wish without me your heart would break, I wish without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake!" She was crying, the tears tiptoeing their way down her buttermilk pale cheek. "I wish that without you couldn't eat." Her eyes were drilling a hole deep in to my soul, her words piercing me. "I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep..." Her voice trailed off...
"Look, all I know is that you are the nicest thing that I have ever seen. And I wish that we could see if we could be something... I wish we could be something." I stared in to her beautiful eyes. "Emily, I love you. I'm sorry, I really am. I love you so much. Can we please see? Just a little while if you want, I just need to know if we can be something together."
She closed the door behind her.