The morning sunlight peeked through the clouds and shone brightly through Naomi's bedroom window. As she opened her eyes she no longer felt Emily's small frame in her arms, all warmth had gone, and quickly her insides once again turned cold. Every word spoken, every action, everything that happened last night came rushing back, reminding her once again of what she lost. Naomi rubbed her sore eyes and slowly got up from the floor. Emily must have left quietly, she was no where to be seen.

The blonde quickly shut the curtains, all she wanted was to wallow in darkness, without Emily there seemed no point in anything. She walked over to the full length mirror, staring critically of her looks, she looked a fucking mess. Her hair all over the place, her sparkling blue eyes looked dead with no meaning, like Emily had taken away her happiness. No. This was her fault, Emily had done nothing but be innocent in this. It was Emily suffering with pain and heartache. Naomi knew this, yet she also felt like shit.

"Naomi..Naomi there's someone here to see you" Gina shouted from the bottom of the stairs. She didn't fucking want any visitors, she didn't want to tell anyone what she done, how she tore Emily to pieces and fucked their relationship up.

"Just tell them to fuck off" Naomi shouted. Loud footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs, she didn't need this right now. All she wanted was her girlfriend back, she didn't want anyone to say 'I told you so' or ' I knew you two would never last'.

"That's not very nice Naomikins, The Cookie monster is here to give you an invite" Cook poked his head around the blonde's door, with a small sigh from Naomi he let himself in. "What's up with you? You look like shit" he noted pulling out a packed of cigarettes.

Naomi lit herself a fag and opened the bedroom window. "I'm really not in the mood to go out" she admitted dryly, inhaling deeply.

"Lovers tiff?" Cook asked.

Naomi stared out the window, she had nobody now. Sure she had been alone before, she quite liked it, but Emily changed all that. Emily made her see that she no longer had to be alone, that happiness could be found and shared with somebody unexpected. "I fucked it up Cook, completely fucked it up" Naomi confessed, the smoke stung her eyes as she took another toke.

Cook nodded, he knew heartache when he saw it. "Best way to forget is to party babe, trust me I know" he grinned laying back on the blonde's unmade bed. "Anyways you and Emily are good together, it will sort itself out" he assured her, although he knew love was never simple.

Naomi could no longer hear her friends voice, her eyes fixated on a red-headed girl playing in the park across the street. She looked abit like Emily, she watched the little girl grin from ear to ear as her father pushed her higher and higher. The hot tears pricked her eyes, she hated herself for this, for causing herself pain aswell as the girl she claimed to love forever. "I cheated on her" Naomi whispered tearing her eyes away and watching the cigarette burn out.

Cook was shocked to hear Naomi had cheated on the redhead, although he didn't want to hurt his friend by acting it, he wanted to find somebody to help him forget about his loss and pain. A sudden breeze swooshed into the room causing the hairs on his arms to stand up, he got up from the bed and stood near the blonde.

"Sometimes you loose something and then you fucking realise what you lost" Cook explained trying to comfort Naomi in the best and only way he knew how. Seeing Effy and Freddie together made his blood boil with anger, with jealously and hatred. He lost the girl, she was never coming back. "But what the fuck do I know eh?" he chuckled turning to Naomi.

Naomi met his eyes, the two understood each other. She could feel her eyes swimming with tears, tears of guilt and heartbreak. Cook opened his arms to the blonde, he held her tight as she cried into his chest. His blue polo shirt reeked of cheap aftershave and stale cigarette's but she didn't care, she needed someone, anybody to listen and tell her it was going to work out. That Emily would forgive her.

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"So I said, look Sam babes this just isn't going to work out, you should have seen him Ems, crying like a complete loser!" Katie rambled whilst applying a thick layer of mascara. "He was totally nice for a while then I just got bored, he was too,i dunno.."

"Plain? Boring?" Emily muttered, her voice showing no emotion. She pulled the duvet up to her chin, she couldn't be bothered to do anything. All she wanted was to block the world out, having left Naomi's early she was pleased she didn't have to face her again.

Katie frowned. "No bitch. I just want abit of excitement you know?" she stared at herself in the mirror until completely satisfied with her make up. Appearance meant everything to Katie, she believed she could take on the world with a full face of make up and a pair of Jimmy Choo's. "What's wrong with you?" she asked placing her compact mirror on the bedside table.

Emily pressed her lips together and shook her head slightly. Katie was never Naomi's biggest fan, she didn't want her sister to gloat at their tattered relationship. "Nothing, I'm fine" she lied wanting her sister to keep the fuck out of it.

"Your lying, I know when your lying, and you've been crying your eyes are all puffy and red" Katie noticed tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Emily sighed loudly, "Nothing just leave me alone, fucksake!" she said thickly, her voice cracking with emotion as she turned on her side.

Katie grabbed her coat and bag, she tried helping her sister but fuck it. Sometimes being nice to someone backfires in your face, if Emily didn't want to share and open up then so be it. "Fine, but I bet its that lanky bitch that's upset you, your way to good for her Em" she said softly shutting the door behind herself.

Emily lay on her back looking up at the ceiling. Maybe Katie was right, maybe she deserved more then some girl that wasn't even sure if she was gay or not. Emily had waited so long to finally get her girl, Naomi meant the world to her, could she just give up and walk away? She wasn't sure. The redhead wasn't sure about anything any more, all she knew was that Naomi had hurt her. So bad.

Surprisingly Rob's honestly had made quite an impact on Emily, his words ringing in her ears when confessing to cheating. Naomi couldn't love her that much though, she just couldn't. If you love someone then your faithful, your honest, your not meant to shag some random. Emily hated doubting that the blonde loved her, of course she loved her, she felt it. Every time they made love or even a simple kiss, she could feel the love from Naomi.

Emily looked at her bedside table and picked up the purple picture frame. The two looked so happy in each others company, both grinning widely trying to hold in their giggles. Naomi's arm wrapped around Emily's shoulder pulling her in tight, just the way she was looking at her, like she had never looked at anyone else the same way.

Emily's finger traced the blonde's face, she felt the tears trying to make an appearance once again. She closed her eyes wanting to get lost in the happy memory, when everything was ok, when there was no pain. Just love, nothing but complete love. Emily jumped at the sound of her phone vibrating, she was meaning to turn it off, not wanting to hear from anybody. The redhead felt her heart beat a little harder when realizing the message was from a certain blonde.

I love you. I'll do anything to make it right x.

"I told your mum not to disturb you love" Rob smiled leaning against the door frame.

Emily hadn't realized he had opened the door, she wasn't sure how long he had been watching her. Lifting her head up she smiled weakly, she knew he could see right through it.

"Give it time Emsy" Rob said softly, closing the door behind himself.

Emily nodded, "Yeah...time" she breathed unable to fight the tears. With one last look at the photograph she carefully placed it back and dived under the covers. She wanted to be alone.

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