A/N: A big thank you to everyone who's reading and for the encouraging reviews people have left! I'm glad people like Katie in both this and TDL. I hated her in the third series of Skins but completely changed my mind about her in series 4 and was hoping to write a more likeable yet believable Katie Fitch. The plan is to do every chapter of TDL from her POV, though with added scenes between her and Effy, Lara, Emily etc. TDL is still my priority though so I'll work on this when I get a chance :)

When I finally drag myself out of bed I've got the flat to myself. Effy's got a couple more assessments for uni before she finishes for the summer and I've got the day off work so I keep myself busy by tidying my apartment. I take pride in keeping the place clean and tidy. The kitchen and living room are open plan, with the bathroom and mine and Effy's rooms down in the hallway that the front door leads in to. I pay a fortune for this two bedroom corner flat and it's more than a step up from the council flat my parents ended up moving in to. Dad's still working on his new gym equipment that is supposed to change the world and mum's still trying to run her wedding business while working at the beauty parlour and giving sixteen year olds bikini waxes and vajazzles. There was a time not too long ago when shit like that would have been important to me, but your ex being murdered and one of your closest friends trying to top herself can really change your priorities.

I move Naomi's jacket from where I dumped it on the coffee table last night and drape it over the back of one of the dining room chairs. I'm still reeling from the fact that she just turned up last night! She hasn't been back to Bristol since she left for uni two years ago, she didn't even come back for Christmas! Not that I'm all that interested in Naomi's Campbell's personal life, but Ems still sees Gina sometimes when she's home from uni. She acts like she just wants to see the mad old cow, but it's obvious she's hoping to bump in to Naomi. It's fucking pathetic how she still pines around like a lovesick puppy. I mean, she's my twin, she's supposed to have more fucking class than that, yeah? You wouldn't catch me acting so desperate. Unlike Emily I don't chase. I don't need to.

I put aside thoughts of Emily and Naomi as I lose myself pottering about in the flat. Its chucking it down outside and I'm too hungover to face going out anyway so I spend the afternoon in the flat and when I know Effy's due home I start to rummage through the freezer looking for something for dinner for us. When I hear the buzzer go off in the hall I frown and leave the pasta I'm cooking on the hob and go and answer it. Effy has her own key, so I have a good idea who it's going to be and my tone is less than hospitable as I pick up the intercom on the wall. "Yes?"
"Katie it's me." I hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line and I stand there contemplating whether to let her in or just take her shoes and jacket and throw them out of the window for her. I pause for too long and she adds, "it's Naomi."

"I know who the fuck it is." I sigh down the line and decide to play dumb, like I wasn't expecting her over. "What do you want?" I snap, hoping she'll get the message and leave once she has her stuff.
"My phone, it's in my jacket…" I hear the pan of pasta beginning to boil over in the kitchen and push the button to open the security door, hanging the intercom back up I open my front door and rush back in to the kitchen. After a minute or so I hear Naomi calling out for me from the front door and I shout for her to come in to the kitchen; like I said, I don't chase. As she walks in to the open plan space that makes up my tastefully decorated living room and kitchen she lets out a low whistle of appreciation, her eyes taking in everything at once.
"Nice. Expensive?"

"Of course." I smirk at her. I've worked hard to get where I am and I'm entitled to be smug about my home. After all not a lot of twenty year olds with a handful of crap A-Levels have what I have. I pop a tray of vegetables in to the oven to roast and toss aside my hot pink oven gloves. "Your jacket's over there. Shoes are by the door." I nod towards the dining room table and she goes straight over and takes her phone out. She checks it before shoving it in to the pocket of her jeans and we fall in to an uncomfortable silence as she just stands there. I watch her nervously chewing on her lip as she mulls over the question she's dying to ask. I know it's coming before she even opens her lips.
"How is she?"

"Who?" I frown at her, like I don't know exactly who she's talking about. It has the desired effect and rubs her up the wrong way. As much as I've matured over the last two years that doesn't mean it isn't still fun to wind the blonde up. It was practically a hobby when I was in my teens.
"The fucking Queen, who do you think?" She finally snaps at me and it's nice to be on familiar ground. I could easily shout back at her and we'd end up in a huge argument, but I'm not sixteen anymore and I'd like to think I've grown up enough to at least have one civil conversation with the fuming blonde in front of me. She did give me her shoes and jacket last night too, so maybe answering her question will be my sort of peace offering in return; then she can fuck off out of my flat.
"She's good. Happy." I glare at her, hoping she gets the less than subtle hint that I want her to stay that way. "She's studying at Leeds. Wants to be a primary school teacher." She smirks, probably because it's so predictably Emily. Her next question surprises me.

"So what are you doing then?" It takes me a moment to answer, and when I do it's a bit of a white lie. Like I said, I work hard for my money and I make a lot of it. I'm proud of what I do, but for some reason my confidence waivers as she takes an interest in what I do.
"Modelling." I hold my head up high and dare her to comment on it. I know I'm far too short to be in mainstream modelling, I got told it often enough when I started trying to get in to it when I was eighteen, but she seems to buy it and it's close enough to what I actually do without being a flat out lie. After all I am involved in modelling, but instead of wearing the clothes I take the pictures. I got in to photography a couple of years back, when my family and my life seemed to be falling apart. I've never been an artsy person, but I found an old camera and started to really get in to taking photos. I was lucky enough to turn a hobby in to a very lucrative career. I love my job, I really do and I probably get paid more for a photography shoot than most of the models involved in them, but for some reason I don't want Naomi judging me and modelling seems a little more glamorous so I go with it.

"Kay, have you got any of that wine left? I've had the shittiest day…oh." When Effy appears in the living room a genuine smile breaks out on Naomi's face and she looks a little less strained with Effy about. Effy grins at her in return.
"So you finally made it then?" Effy quizzes and I shoot her a look that questions whether she was really surprised to hear Naomi was back in the city last night. If I find out she knew I'll kill her; and Cook.
"Looks like it."

"Are you staying for dinner? Katie's a great cook." Effy is really pushing her luck today. She knows how I feel about Campbell and I'm still hung over as fuck, besides she can't miss the glare I'm sending her way. I know Naomi hasn't. She gets the hint and starts trying to make excuses to leave.
"Uh, no thanks. Maybe some other time."
"You're staying Campbell. I missed last night so we'll just have to have a girl's night tonight instead!" I'm pretty sure Naomi and I are wearing identical disgruntled looks right now, but I know Effy's missed the blonde and I'm not about to deny her some time with her friend just because we've got issues. This is as much her home as it is mine, even if I do pay most of the bills. Effy's had a tough time of it over the last few years and if having a girlie night in with Naomi Campbell is going to make her happy then I'm not going to deny her it. Of course that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it either.

"Right, well I'd better go buy more wine then." I grit my teeth as I pick up my car keys and leave Effy and Naomi to catch up. My car is my other pride and joy, a bright red Mini Cooper with a soft top; not that I get much chance to drive with the roof down when all it does is sodding rain. I go to the off license a few streets over and pick up a couple of bottles of wine, though in all honesty we didn't really need them. I just needed to get out for a bit. I can't believe Effy invited her to stay for dinner without even asking me. We get on great and we never argue over having people at the flat, but Naomi isn't just Effy's friend, she's the bitch who cheated on my sister and I can't just forget that because Effy wants a catch up.

I pick up a few extra bits and pieces while I'm out, trying to delay going back home. Eventually I pay for everything and somehow bundle it in to the tiny boot of my car before heading back. When I get back to the flat Effy takes the bags from me and starts putting the shopping away as I plate up dinner for the three of us and pour out the wine. Effy hands Naomi a glass and she looks relieved to have a drink in her hand. I know the feeling. We sit down for dinner and the other girl compliments my cooking. It takes me a second to realise she's not taking the piss and Effy tells her I'm a domestic goddess. It lightens my mood a little bit and we manage to make conversation over dinner, even if it is a little forced. I don't say a lot, I just sit there pushing food around my plate as I let Effy and Naomi catch up. It's not like I've ever had much to say to Naomi anyway.

When we're all done I collect the plates and do the washing up. Usually if I cook Effy cleans up afterwards, but I'm happy for the distraction and an excuse to avoid Naomi. I feel her watching me and an involuntary sigh slips out as I wonder whether it's me she's seeing right now, or Emily? She gets up to leave, but Effy insists she stays longer and I take a leaf out of my mother's book as I tolerate her presence in my home. We carry on drinking, getting through the extra wine I bought and surprisingly the night isn't as excruciatingly painful as I thought it would be. We actually sort of get on a little bit; but what she did to Emily is never far from my mind.

When Effy disappears in to her room, leaving me spread out across the sofa and Naomi in the recliner by the window, I catch the blonde's eyes on me again and I'm pretty sure she's looking at my chest. I'm caught somewhere between flattery and indignation at her blatantly checking me out. She looks away when she sees me looking back and her eyes close as she lets out a weary sigh. She's pissed again, and I'm less than sober myself as my own eyes rake over her body. She really is looking good… Where the fuck has Effy got to? I feel a stirring in the pit of my stomach and I'm worried that I'm going to say or do something that's going to give away the fact that I've just been checking my sister's ex out. Except it's hardly the first time.

So I act like the bitch she expects me to be. "You really fucking hurt Ems."My words are harsh but my voice is almost indifferent, like I'm telling her the time or describing the weather. I stand up while her eyes are still closed and when she opens them to reply to me I'm standing over her with my arms folded across my chest.
"I know." Her baby blue eyes slowly open and the knot in my stomach tightens. I'm not used to her looking so intently at me and I react with the only defence I have and I land my fatal blows with a lash of my blunt tongue.
"She's coming back in a few weeks. I suggest you fuck off by then."

Effy comes in at exactly the right moment, as Naomi looks lost for words. She probably thinks I've turned bipolar or something with the way I've been treating her since she got back, but I'd rather have her thinking that than anything else so I carry on glaring at her as Effy beams at us and holds a bottle over her head, "Tequila!"
"Not for me. I've got an early shoot in the morning." I kiss Effy goodnight on the cheek and shoot Naomi another venomous glare so she knows exactly where we stand. We're not friends now, and we never were. A couple of ok nights together aren't going to suddenly change that fact.

I'm relieved to finally close my bedroom door behind me, strip out of my clothes and climb in to bed. I really do have an early shoot in the morning; I wasn't just looking for an excuse to get away from the other girl. As much as I love what I do it can be a long and tiring process. As well as the shoot tomorrow I'll have to process the photographs and choose which ones to pass on to the editor. It'll be a full day's work and I'm going to need a good night's sleep to get through it. I can't be distracted by Naomi either. I can hear her and Effy talking in harsh whispers and I know their talking about me or Emily. I roll on to my side and bury my head under my pillow, trying to block them out.

I'm exhausted though and it doesn't take me long to fall asleep in my soft warm bed. When I wake up it's barely five in the morning and it takes me a while to drag myself out of bed. I have a quick shower to try and wake myself up and then head back in to my room to get changed. I still love my designer labels and top fashions, and now that I'm working I can actually afford them, but I'm doing a photo shoot for a toothpaste ad in a factory and I don't want to risk running my good clothes, so I settle for comfortable pants and sensible shoes. Emily tried to make a joke about me wearing 'sensible shoes' last year, but I didn't get it. If we weren't identical I'd swear she was adopted.

I check in on Effy to make sure she managed to get to bed last night and find her tucked up under the covers and sound asleep. She looks peaceful when she sleeps. As happy as she seems when she's awake she's still haunted by Freddie's death and the scars on her wrists are testament to how broken it left her. With Emily, Naomi, Thomas and Panda away at university and Cook in prison for his original drugs charges and attacking Foster, he spent eighteen months inside and beat the therapist so badly that he'll never walk again, it had left only me and JJ to help put Effy back together again after her break down. Nothing brings you closer to someone more than clutching their bleeding wrists as they scream at you that they just want to do die. I did a lot of growing up that summer. I had to be strong for Effy, and that's what I did. I got us the apartment and I tried to sort out both of our fucked up lives. I need her just as much as Effy needed me though. I had my own issues back then too, and like Effy I'm still fighting my demons.

As I head to the front door I catch sight of Naomi's converse still sitting there and sure enough when I walk in to the living room I find her sprawled out on the sofa. It's still raining outside and she must be freezing from lying there all night. I've fallen asleep on the sofa myself more than a few times and woken up freezing cold with a crick in my neck. I creep across the room and press my hand to her cheek. It's cold to the touch. Cursing Effy for not thinking to cover her I softly pad back in to my room and pull my duvet off my bed and grab a pillow before going back in to the living room. I double the quilt over and drape it over the blonde, knowing she'll appreciate it when she wakes up. It's a little trickier for me to slip the pillow under her head and she stirs a little before she buries her face in the pillow. She'll appreciate it later; and hopefully think Effy was responsible. The last thing I need is Naomi Campbell thinking I've gone soft.