Kat's POV

Lily, Meg and Kaya are coming home today. I asked mum if I could go and pick up my sister with her, truth was I really needed to see Lily, even if it was just for 5 minutes to tell her exactly how I felt. I had been up all night thinking everything through. I hadn't slept, but at least I'm actually ready now, I've made my decision. I just have to remain in the right frame of mind so I don't freak out again. But nothing can ever go according to plan though, can it?

Meg phoned saying that their flight had been delayed and wont be home until tomorrow. I guess I'm just going to have to be patient and wait. Another day won't hurt surely?

As I was up all night thinking about what I was going to say to Lily… again, I had a bad day at work. I hardly remembered my lines so it was take after take after take of the same scenes over and over again. I'm knackered and my boyfriend was being a complete prick! Or should I say ex-boyfriend now. He was right with everything he said back to me though, and I guess, in a way, I was a bitch to him, but it was only fair to end it when I don't love him anymore.

So after a pretty shit day, I'm home… And by the looks of things, so is my troublesome twin. Her suitcase is open with clothes thrown all over the place and there's music playing very, very loudly, but no actual sign of her. Or anyone else for that matter…

"Meg? Megan!" I search downstairs but there's no sign at of her at all so I turn the stereo off and head upstairs.

"Megan, where are you?" I open her bedroom door and find her lying face down on her bed passed out from jetlag. I decide to leave her and head back downstairs, glad of the fact that I don't have to listen about her amazing time in Jamaica just yet. She did have an amazing tan though. I wonder if Lily… Oh for fucks sake. I grab my phone and decide that it's now or never.

I hover over the call button. You can do this. Just be brave. Tell her that you just need to see her.

After 5 minutes of debating on calling her I finally dial her number. Knock. Knock. "Fucking hell" I end the call quickly and make my way to the front door, cursing the person behind it for interrupting me and wanting to murder the twat.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Oh my God. Impatient or what! I start to get angry and actually voice out my anger and that they aren't going to live for much longer.

"For fucks sake, I'm fucking coming! Whoever it is better be fucking ready else I'm gonna fucking-" I open the door only to be faced with those familiar blue eyes. Oh.

I guess it's now or never...

Thank you for the reviews! I'm actually still not quite sure on what to do though. The reason why I've put this one up so soon is because I have actually written 3 chapters already! I'm just not sure how to start off the 4th one, which is why I'm debating on what to do.

Let me know if I should continue, your reviews will mean a lot, it is you that I'm writing them for after all. Oh and a quick heads up… you find out a little of what happened in Berlin and part of the surprise I have lined up (if you want me to continue that is) will be revealed at the end of the next chapter!

For those of you who are true Naomily fans, you will like the surprise I have in store for you…