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The House Was Thumping.

The house was thumping. A few hours had passed since Katie had abruptly woken us from our post coital nap. Now a shit load of strangers were pushed into every available corner of my previously calm home. I was half a litre of vodka heavier and had happily swallowed a couple of E's Cook had passed along. The hardcore partying at uni hadn't been as hardcore as home, so currently I felt fucked.

I'd lost Emily in the crowd a while ago, I bounced from wall to wall trying to spot my redhead.

When I eventually found her she was chatting to a small group in the kitchen. I squeezed myself next to her, taking a large swig from my now nearly empty bottle.

"Found you."

"That you did, here I want you to meet some people." She was smiling at me, I smiled back, but I was pretty sure it came off as drunken grinning. She chuckled and slid her arm around me, talking some of my weight off jellied legs.

"Naoms, this is Derek, Tom, Danny and Amy, They're on my course."

"So the famous Naomi, we've heard allot about you." The brown haired boy, Derek I think, raised his hand and shook mine firmly. He's eyes were glassed over, thank fuck I wasn't the only wankered. Actually all three lads looked wreaked.

"You'll have to excuse them, Naomi, these pussy's aren't quiet used to uncle Keith special blend." The brown haired girl spoke up for the first time.

She was hot, not Emily hot. I instantly disliked her, she reminded me on Mandy. Her wavy hair snaked over her shoulders, falling over her chest, which was barely covered by a thin white strapless top.

I suddenly found myself wondering how she'd gotten so used to uncle Keith's special blend. How many nights had she spent at the pub with my girl.

My worries were soon washed away, Emily kissing me lightly but longingly on my cheek. I realised I'd been silent too long, as I sized up this new girl. But while Emily was staring at me, I continued to stare at Amy, watching as her eyes flicked between Emily's face, our entwined bodies and my eyes. Which through no fault of my own were boring very angry holes into this woman. She looked irritated. Good.

It was very clear that Amy did not like my reappearance.

"yeah, I don't think I'm fairing too well, its been a while." I slurred "Can we get some air Emzy?" She nodded at me and we staggered toward the backdoor.

The air hit me like a wave. It wasn't cold but it was so new after the stuffy sweaty house that I shivered uncontrollably.

Emily wrapped her arms around me and pushed me against the house wall.

Party out of lust and partly out of necessity, my jelly legs becoming quite a problem.

The random others smoking and chatting back here gradually retreated into the house and we were left alone.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, she tasted of alcohol and something very Emily. It was hot, it poured a heat into me that instantaneously traveled the length of my body. I dropped my now empty vodka bottle, I heard it smash, I didn't care but Emily broke away to look down at it.

Her face was inches from mine, as much as I wanted to kiss her, to feel myself fall into her (probably quite literally at some point soon) I couldn't tear my eyes of her. Her eyes were stoking the fire that burned within me.

"Emz, I've been thinking…"

"Did it hurt?" A very cute grin erupted over her face.

"Hardy Ha, but seriously, I don't want this to end."

She wasn't smiling anymore, she looked a little like I'd slapped her, I mentally replayed the last few moments, making sure I hadn't, fucking drugs.

"What?" She whispered when I hadn't said anything, I felt her move away, she was dragging my fire away with her. I pulled her back.

"no, Em, I just, I just got home and I can't stand the idea of taking my stuff and being away again." Again fucking drugs, I wasn't even sure I was speaking English.

She opened her mouth repeatedly, but nothing came out, eventually she sighed and gave up.

"I'm thinking I'm not going back."

She let go, she moved a full foot away. Now I was the one sporting the look of shock. But it wasn't half as expressive as the look of confusion that had struck Emily. She didn't want me here.

"Naoms, You can't stay, You love your course, You can't quit and also for the record you can't get drunk and say stuff like this to me, its not fair. You have to mean it."

"I do mean it. I don't want to quit my course; I could find a compromise so I can have both."

"so what you'll commute, the train fair to London would be ridiculous, or we'd move there, again train fair for me, plus leaving Kay." She was rambling; I really shouldn't have done this tonight. "Its not feasible Nai, You knew that when you chose to go there, you knew I wouldn't leave Bristol, you chose to leave." Guilt. I didn't leave her. "Its not like I can move to Goldsmiths and the politics courses here are shite."

I blame the stupid fucking drugs for my next move.

"I didn't fucking leave you, I made my decision It was the wrong one, I miss you too fucking much, but clearly it was one way, clearly your having the time of your fucking life without me. Probably can't wait till I trot off back to London, and you can get back …"

"fuck you Naomi, Grow up." She didn't sound angry, just hurt. Great I'd been back less than twenty four hours and I'd made her cry.

She stormed off back into the house, disappearing through the masses. Probably to cry on the shoulder of the first friend she found. I stood their silently praying it was anyone but Amy.

I sauntered off down the garden. I should sober up a bit, then find her and make it right. I think I lost my footing somewhere, the next thing I felt was concrete beneath me, it was cold but I couldn't stop myself from falling asleep.

I woke up someplace new. I felt my chest tighten in panic. I vaguely remember the house and the garden. Neither of which matched the description of the room I was currently occupying.

"Naomi?" a small whisper to my right, Emily? I suddenly relaxed.

I slowly took in my surroundings, my body started to wake up, I felt in pain.

My head was burning, No normal hangover, that's for sure. Fucking drugs.

I felt awful. "Fucking hell, I'm never drinking again." I tried to sit up, but Emily forced me back down, and not in a sexual way.

I suddenly realised I was in a hospital room. It was dark, still night time, but it must have been very late, or early depending on your perspective.

I looked over at Emily, illuminated by a lamp beside me. She looked awful, her make up all run, eyes puffy, she'd been crying. Also there was blood on her shirt. Putting two and two together, I assumed it was mine. Why did I have to be such a tosser.

"Naomi lie still kay." Terrible thing to think but all the crying had made Emily's normally very sexy voice pretty irresistible. If it hadn't been for the burning across my forehead I would have fucked her right there.

Emily ran out and grabbed a medical person, presumable a nurse. The nurse told me to rest and that a doctor would be in to assess me shortly.

"Emz what happened." She sat down beside my bed, picked my hand up and kissed it. I might have been a little harsh earlier, when I said she looked awful, I mean I wasn't wrong, she did look tired and stressed, but she also looked incredibly beautiful.

"don't worry about it right now baby, just rest, I'll explain everything soon." She started to stroke my hair, and her hand soothed the fire in my skull. I found myself falling into her brown eyes, and like as I was lying in the garden; I couldn't stay awake.

A little while later I woke up. Emily still stroking my hair, she hadn't moved. But the sun had risen. The light made her hair glow, I marveled at the crimson strands for a second.

"morning."

"morning Em."

She lent down and kissed me, she pushed our lips together; it was deep but not intense. I let a smile creep over me.

She pulled away as a doctor and nurse entered my room. There shoes slapping against the floor tiles, making my head scream again.

"Good Morning Miss Campbell." Tosser "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, Bit of a head ache." I glanced up at Emily who was worrying. Chewing on her lip and taking very shallow breaths.

"Any nausea?"

"A little, nothing serious though." Purely for Emily's benefit, I'd been considering throwing up right until the point she kissed me.

"that's normal. Looking at your test results you have a concussion, light nausea is to be expected, as is a headache. I'm going to prescribe you some pain killers and discharge you. Nurse Carter here will talk you through issues for when you leave." And he was gone. His bedside manner could use a serious evaluation. Just brand me with a number and whack me on a conveyer belt. Although as I have a concussion I can assume I hit my head. At this point I figured I'd just nod and smile till Emily could explain to me.

The nurse proceeded to lecture me on the perils of alcohol abuse and binge drinking, handing me a bag full of patronizing leaflets and condoms. Great, I'm sure we could find a good home for those with Cook.

At this point my mother swung into the room. She almost looked amused. Not the appropriate response when your only daughter was lying in a hospital bed.

"Hello."

"Ah, Mrs Campbell?" The nurse smiled, apparently glad to know an adult was coming to claim me.

"Yes, Gina Campbell." Like the nurse gave a crap about her name. I had to smile at her.

"Good, I should go through some possible issues Naomi may have at home."

"Then you'd be best talking to Emily dear, she lives with her."

The nurses face fell, not that I'd done anything to convince her young people can be responsible.

The nurse took Emily to one side; Mum gave me a massive hug.

"Either you're a cruel cow, who likes to put your girlfriend continually through hell, or you're an ejjit."

"ejjit? Mum you've been spending too much time with Keiran."

I chose to ignore mum as I had yet to remember what idiotic act had landed me in hospital.

I could hear the nurse and Emily talking. The nurse spewing phrases like 'behavioral changes' and 'loss of appetite'. Emily was told that if I began to show any odd symptoms at all I was to be brought straight back to hospital. By the time the woman had finished I could have slapped her. Apart from my fucking headache I felt fine. She'd scared the shit out of my delicate girlfriend whose eyes had started to fill up, again.

Mum signed my discharge forms as I got dressed. I hated having to put my party clothes back on. I would kill for my jeans right now.

Emily took her hoody off and handed it to me.

"No, you'll get cold."

"Its fine we're just walking to the car. Then you won't have to put this back on." She scrunched up my top, putting it in a plastic bag. I realised it must have blood on it; she tried to hide it from me.

I slid on her hoody, it smelt amazing and was warm, and it was suddenly my favorite thing.

We left the ward, walked down to a waiting room, where I could see a very tired Cook, Effy and Katie, whom all jumped up as we approached. Fuck, I am such an asshole.