A/K: This is my first fanfiction ever. Actually my first story ever that is longer than one page in Microsoft Word (yeah, lol, I know). I am not native English speaker. I've studied English for only about 5 years but I'll try my best. I've wanted to do this for so long I can't even tell. I'm not planning anything long. I'll write it as many chapters as needed to make it to the end. I will only continue if I'll keep somebody interested, so let me know what you think

I was almost there when someone reached my shoulder. She was looking at me with her desperate look, trying to make me go with her. I didn't want to but my body wouldn't listen. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the public toilet. As soon as we got in, she placed a full kiss on my lips. Her lips were much softer than they usually are probably because I haven't tasted them in a while. I waited for her to deepen the kiss but she stopped kissing me for a second and looked me in the eyes. "I'm so sorry." she said with her now almost cracked voice. Tears started to fall upon her cheek. "It's okay." I whispered trying to kiss the tears away. It got all emotional but we didn't stop. When she started kissing me again, she finally deepened the kiss and I felt butterflies in my stomach all over again as our tongues brushed against each other. In that moment it was just me and her. Nobody else. We were stuck in the moment, ignoring all the people walking around us. It was unusually busy toilet I have to admit. But I didn't care. Actually, the only thing I cared about at the moment was her. It has always been her. Every fucking day since I met her.

Day 1

Naomi's POV

I know I have a shitty job. Everyone can see that and I know that but it's the only job I can have at the moment. But I don't really mind. At least, I can properly use my drive license. Yes, I am a taxi driver. It's been like that for about a year now and I'm quite satisfied. I don't have to buy myself a new car because they let me use my work car even in my private life which is good. I live in this little apartment not in the centre of the town. I obviously couldn't afford that. I am still a taxi driver for fuck's sake! Anyways, I am happy with where I am now with my life and everything. I am single pringle, enjoying my living in parties, clubs and all sort of stuff. Not all the time. When I'm not working which is rare. My best friend Thomas sometimes stays over for a night and we watch movies or just talk. Sometimes even his girlfriend Pandora joins us. She's really hyperactive and she uses so many words you'd probably have no idea they even exist. Thomas is cool, though. He gives me the best advice and I don't even have to say anything and he completely understands me. That's why he's my best friend. He was the first person to know I was gay. I told him and he accepted me immediately and told me that he already knew. Then I told my mom and she was basically the same. I didn't have to tell anybody else. I just took my girlfriend to a school party and everyone got the message. I don't think I have ever been in love. I liked and dated many girls but it was never there. There was never the spark, there was never the making sweet love with candles all round and roses on the floor. It just never happened to me. My first kiss with a girl was when I was like 13. We played truth and dare and there was this girl, her name was Vanessa and she dared me to kiss somebody. There were no boys so I chose the girl I liked the most and just kissed her. It was no big deal back then but now when I think about it, it kind of was a big deal for me the night after. I realized that I've never actually liked kissing someone until I kissed her. A girl. I've kissed a girl and I wanted it to matter. I didn't want anyone to know, though. I accepted myself easily and never had a problem with it. It's quite a risk to come out in high school. Everyone judges, everyone cares about others more than they care about themselves and that's something I couldn't stand. So I decided not to tell anybody. But then I met Thomas. We had this instant connection and he just knew it, I didn't even have to tell him anything. He told me not to care what anyone thinks because it has no point and from that moment on, I am like that. I don't care what anyone thinks. Everyone can judge me anyway they like and I don't care.

I'm in work tonight as well as I was yesterday and as well as I probably will be tomorrow. I'm waiting on my spot for somebody to get in so I can drive them anywhere they like. Mostly I'm just taking the night shifts because I don't have anything to do in the nights anyways. So basically I sleep during the day and work in the nights. It's okay, though. I'm used to it. So finally somebody gets inside and gives me a card with address written on it. She's on the phone with somebody so I had no chance to say anything. I start the car and get the right direction. I can't concentrate at all. That girl who is sitting in the back is fucking gorgeous. She's got beautiful red hair. Red as a blood, as those roses I've never experienced. She's got this pretty button nose and I am trying hard to figure out the colour of her eyes but I am unsuccessful every time. She's wearing really expensive looking black coat which goes perfectly with her dark red lipstick which goes perfectly with her hair. She doesn't look anywhere else than into her diary or book or whatever it is that she's holding in her left hand. She's still on the phone with someone and seems really pissed.

"I need it to be ready tomorrow can you just fucking do it?" The use of a swear word wouldn't have been this weird if she didn't look so innocent. She keeps raising her eyebrows every time she answers and really, her eyebrows are well-shaped and do you just ever look at somebody and think 'wow they have really nice eyebrows'? Well, I do.

"No, I think you don't understand. I said I need it to be ready tomorrow. I take no fucking excuses, do you understand?" She finally takes her eyes off of the thing she's been holding the entire time and looks out of the window. I can't stare at her the entire time cause I obviously have to drive, too, but if I could, I would stare at her forever. Seriously forever. That beautiful she was.

"Okay fine. See you tomorrow then. And it better be fucking perfect." She hangs up the phone and puts it into her jacket pocket. She then looks into the mirror reflection and straight into my eyes. I look away almost instantly but I can for sure now proudly say that my mission has been finally successful. Her eyes are brown like the chocolate I've never got from anyone on Valentine. I look again and there she is, still watching me and now I'm watching her back. She smiles at me and I can't take my eyes off of her but I have to otherwise we'd crash somewhere and I don't want that. Next time I look at her, she's looking out of the window again. She's still smiling, though.

As we come to the chosen destination she gives me the money, smiles for the last time and opens the car door. She's almost out when I realize that I still have that address card she gave me so I turn around.

"Hey, you forgot to take this back." I told her, giving her the card. She smiles even more and says: "No, I didn't." And then she disappears and the only thing that remained after her is that little card I've been holding in my right hand. Did she just basically invite me to her house? I look at the card again and put it into my jeans pocket. I'm pretty fucking sure I won't have in my mind anything else than her precious smile.

Emily's POV

I've worked as a fashion designer for about 2 years now and I fucking love it. I love the power I have over people and I love the possibilities I have. My dream came true and I became a fashion designer and my sister Katie is helping me here and there. She has good fashion sense but only when it comes to dressing up like a slut. She likes showing what she has but I like something else. I like showing people, that fashion has no limits but it could be limited, too. So I started working on this collection called "Almost Naked" and it was a huge success. Actually my first success ever and that's when most of the brands wanted me to design things for them. That's how I started my career. It was basically transparent collection. Things that show your body but you're still not completely naked. Mainly shades of black and white. It seemed to be a turning point in the world of fashion and most of the brands want to design a collection similar to mine and so they hire me and that's what I do.

I own this big apartment in the centre of London and it's really nice. I used to live with my friend Effy but she eventually moved out because she met some guy. I've been working on another collection these past two months and so far, it looks pretty good.

I was just on my way to a studio when my assistant called me, telling me that the accessories for the collection aren't ready yet. So I was about to show the collection to very important people and the accessories aren't ready? Of course I was fucking pissed. I needed it to be done. I needed it to be perfect. Anyways, when I decided to go home I realized that I had left my car parked in front of my house. I took a cab. I was still talking to my assistant so I just took a card with my address from my purse and gave it to the driver. At first, I didn't even notice who the driver was let alone that it was a woman. I noticed when I hung up the phone and looked into the mirror reflection. She was staring at me the whole time. I felt uncomfortable but then, when I looked for the second time, I looked properly and god wasn't she beautiful. She looked away but I kept staring at her and she had those blue eyes, I could be lost in them forever. She had straight blond hair and wore a t-shirt where she had a little label. I tried to look at it. So I looked into the other reflector and there it was. Her name was Naomi.

As I was getting out of the cab, she turned around, giving me the card. I basically suggested her to keep it. I got out and went straight to my house when I saw my car parked in front of it. "Thank god I left you here." I thought to myself. When I was home, I turned on the television and went through my templates again just to make sure everything's perfect. It has to be otherwise I can pack my things and get myself another job. Those people who work for fashion institutes are very challenging. You need to surprise them and make them wonder how you managed to design all of it and make it real. I couldn't concentrate, though. Something was distracting me and I sure as hell knew what it is. Naomi darling, what did you do to my head?

After a while I got bored a decided to go to sleep. As I was lying there all alone, I was thinking when I will see her again. What if I won't?