Her.

Naomi's POV

FRIDAY

It started as a normal Friday morning. I got up at 8, made coffee, checked my twitter and was ready to leave for work by 9. On Friday I go to work because, well, I need to make money and I don't have any lectures at uni. I loved Fridays, because I loved my job. The thing is, this wasn't a normal Friday! I was going to Bristol, to visit my mum and stepdad – Kieran, who was my politics teacher at college. I wasn't very keen on doing that, but it was Christmas and no one really stays alone on Christmas, even if you don't really celebrate it. Yes, I don't like Christmas and I do NOT celebrate it, and neither mum and Kieran do, but I go home to visit them during the holidays.

So, I work as a part-time redactor for an online newspaper. I can do my job at home when I have to study for exams, considering I still go to Goldsmiths. I also get enough money to pay for my food and stay here in London…Anyway, it has already become 12, and I'm leaving the 'office' so I could catch the train home. I was getting rather excited, not only because I'll see my family, but also because of my best mates from college. I'm not very social and all, but when I make friends, they stay my friends for a whole lot of time.

As I entered London Waterloo Station and bought my ticket, I felt as if somebody's watching me. It was weird. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type of girl who thinks that someone is stalking her because she's so full of herself…I just felt a set of eyes on me this time. However, I let it go by and sat on a bench to wait for the train arrival at half-past twelve. I looked around and that's when I saw her – a short red-headed girl looking for a place to sit. Apparently, the place next to me was free, so she sat. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my mouth went dry and a hundred thoughts started running through my head. She's so beautiful. Where is she from? Is she going home, or going somewhere away for the Christmas Holidays? What's her name?...And so on. They didn't even follow any certain line, just random thoughts that hardly made sense anymore. I soon realized I've been staring for a good minute, too late, the cute redhead was looking at me with a smug smirk playing at her lips – I was caught for sure. Smooth, Campbell. The girl didn't look away though, we just kept staring, and oh my god - her eyes, she had those captivating big brown puppy eyes and I couldn't help but drown in them.

However, it was all disrupted when a sharp feminine voice with a lisp shouted: "Emily, you fucking lezzah! Hurry up or we'll miss the train!"

So her name was Emily then. Emily. It suited her. Also a 'lezza'? That pretty much meant she's a lesbian, right? Oh well, perhaps now's the time to tell you I am one too. Doesn't matter really, it's not like it is the only thing about me. I am much more interesting person than the plain homosexual, which some ignorant twats think makes me abnormal and unable to do stuff.

The speakers in the waiting room signaled that the train to Bristol will arrive after 1 minute and I took my bag walking towards the perron.

When I got on the train I settled down and turned on my iPod. Arctic Monkeys started blasting through my headphones and I was happy in my own little world again. Not for long though, as some old woman, which I dare describe as a wrinkled old witch, sat next to me and began rambling about her children and grandchildren. I didn't care but I was trying to be a nice person now and had to listen to the old woman speak. After some time, however, I got unbelievably bored and excused myself for a trip to the restrooms. It was a great relief when on my way I met a college friend named Freddie.

-Ay! Naomi, mate! How've you been doing?

-Freddie! – I exclaimed excitedly - Hi! I've been doing great, thanks! Yourself?

- I'm fine, I suppose! Missed you all like hell, though!

-Yeah, missed you al too! – and I hugged him. I'm not a touchy-feely person but my friends are a really soft spot. – So you're coming for the holidays, I guess?

- Indeed. And I'm have two of my colleagues with me. They're from Bristol too, and they're very nice, so I kind of invited them to meet the ol' mates. Speaking of which, I want to invite you to a shed party! You can tell Eff and Cook and I'll go by the others.

-Sounds great Freddie! I'll tell Cook when I get home, coz he's staying at mum and Kieran's but Eff's coming on Tuesday…had some fucking lecture on Monday.

-Oh! – he exclaimed, sounding a bit sad. The boy had a massive crush on Effy but she, on the other side, felt nothing except friendship towards him. She had a thing with Cookie and then declared she's a muff-muncher, both of which broke Fred's heart. Our group separated and suffered long, but at the end of the year we sort of got over it. Although, I'm not really sure if Fredster's completely over Effy…

- So when's the party, then? – I changed the topic because I sensed my friend felt awkward.

- Oh…is Tuesday night fine? Eff will make it, right?

-She will, Fred. She will.

I looked through the window and saw that Bristol's near. I said my goodbye to Freddie and headed over my seat to take my luggage. Luckily, the old woman who sat next to me had fallen asleep. Lucky me, then. I took my bags and got off the train as soon as it reached the station. That's when I saw her again...carrying a bag, almost as big as her. It was funny. I also saw Freddie, waved goodbye and phoned mum to see if she was here.

TUESDAY

I heard a knock on my door, but before I could reach it, my mum was already greeting Effy, who apparently was the person outside. My mum loved her. Not only because she spent last year of college at our house but because she also got through my walls. My mum was very relieved that someone had succeeded to make me talk, to make me love them, even if it was just a friendship. And with time, we became best friends, no secrets, not that you can keep anything from Effy. She knows everything!

As soon as I reached the door I snapped out of my thoughts by a loud greeting:

-Hello, the infamous Naomi Campbell. Got any dresses to show me?

-Oh, hello there Elizabeth Stonem. How very nice of you to ask! I just bought twenty so I can show them to you! – came my sarcastic reply. Of course I didn't forget to call her Elizabeth. She hated that, her full name.-Anyway, nice to see you again. Haven't had much chance in London lately.

-Yea…So are you ready for the shed party or shall I wait?

-Actually, I was thinking..If maybe…you could show me what to wear?

-Right. The Campbell having problems. The dresses too much to decide which one to wear?

-Oh come on, Eff! Stop making fun of me, I have a lot to tell you!

-Kaaayy.

Once in my bedroom, I closed the door quickly and made my way to the wardrobe, throwing clothes out of it.

-So you see, - I started speaking – there was this girl in the Waterloo Station, called Emily. And she was so stunningly beautiful! Bright red hair, which looked so soft, and shiny, and nice, and, oh my God! Her eyes? I think I drowned in them! So pure and innocent soft brown eyes that shined with the light that came through the windows…

-Whoa! You sound like a lost puppy or something! Bet the girl's lucky.

-Wait, what?- I asked her confused.

-Well you seem to be having a crush on…um, Emily!

-Bitch!

-It's true. You should have heard yourself.- Effy was now laughing so hard, that she fell on the floor. So much for the help I wanted from her.

After nearly an hour of trying clothes on and Effy laughing her ass off, I settled for red skinny jeans, a black converse T-shirt, my Drop Dead jacket and my Vans Chukka Low's. We were already in front of Fred's shed, so we decided to get in. When I opened the door, though, I stood still, surprised by what I saw. It was her, it was Emily! And her loud sister! There is a God and he's kind to me! In the last four days, not for once have I stopped thinking about her.

-Hello, everyone! – Effy greeted, shoving me with an elbow.

-Oh, yeah, hi!

I looked around. There was Cook, Freddie, JJ, Lara, Pandora and Thomas. Guess we were the last ones.

-Naomio! Effy! – Cook growled as soon as he saw us. – Where have you two lovebirds been? Late with an hour! – fucking git! Calling us lovebirds in front of Emily!

-Cook! For the last time, we are not together, alright? Get that in this thick skull of yours already.

-As you wish babe. - He wiggled his eyebrows – Come and meet Katie and Emilio, here!

-Hey, I'm Elizabeth. Call me Effy, nice to meet you both.

-Katie. Nice to meet you too.- The louder twin quickly replied, shaking Eff's hand.

-Emily. – The prettier one took Effy's hand, who looked at me and one of her eyebrows immediately shot up. I shrugged.

-And I'm Naomi. – Katie extended her hand and shook mine, followed by Emily. When she touched my hand, I shivered as a wave of electricity went down my spine.

-It's really nice to meet you. At last. –She said the last sentence whispering, so only I heard it. She remembered me, then. I also noticed her voice now. It was low and husky. Which was pure sex, in my opinion.

I saw Effy sitting next to Katie and I sat between her and Emily. The smaller girl smiled and moved a bit closer to me. It's my lucky day!

So this is my first fanfiction and I guess it's very bad. That's why I'm asking you to please review and tell me what you find unsatisfying so I could know in the future. Also tell me if I should continue the story and all…Yeah, thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! :)