Hello everyone! First of all I cannot apologise enough for not updating in the last week! I was away last weekend and had hoped to update on Monday (the one day I had at home) before I left on a trip to Bristol to film the Napalm Death scene in Skins 5 and visit a couple of mates, but sadly it just didn't happen. Anyway I'm back now and after being plagued with writers block (which I didn't truely understand till now lol) here's a new chapter!

Thanks as always for the fantastic reviews it's AMAZING! Cheers to sinwagons, InYourShadow, vaskon, What'sInTheBox, LiveYoungDieFast, Ellie Timmers, LoveGossipGirl (Love your Mrs Glenn Theory! Made me laugh!), ThePurpleSpider, bruisedviolet, dOkei, FreakFlagFlyin, lumagoo1015, smcl, SaphireSkins, coolbeans17, liss, lilylovelessequalswin, you're looking sexy, starsdieout, nitaxnitro, , manic221, HyperFitched, Kimberley, HappyAsIAm.x and Mari1202 for reviewing chapter 9, I'm astonished by the number of you that took the time to do it...so thank you so much!

Hoden xxxxx

Chapter 10

*Emily's POV*

"Get out of my way Emily." She says harshly pushing past me and continuing to storm along the hallway before walking straight out of the front door and slamming it behind her.

I stand rooted to the spot dazed, confused and slightly hurt. I hadn't really expected Naomi to stop for me; she looked like a woman on a mission when she stormed out of the room and let's face it although we spent the day together yesterday we probably don't even qualify as friends yet. What affected me the most though is what I heard Mrs Campbell say "you need to accept that he's gone." I finally feel the pieces of the puzzle fall into place; Naomi must have lost her father. It would explain why yesterday was such a hard day for her, the anniversary of his death perhaps, and why she is always arguing with Mr Williams, perhaps she feels he could never live up to her father's standards. I'm not certain this is the exact situation but it definitely seems like the most likely and if I was in her shoes right now I know I wouldn't want to be alone.

Therefore, I quickly finish putting the cleaning products away and dash to the staff room to get my phone. I don't know Naomi's number, but I know exactly who to call.

"Emilio man how's it hanging in Bristol babe?" comes the cheerful voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah it's fine. Listen Cook I really need your help. It's about Naomi" I say quickly and directly; even though I'm only on the phone to him I can sense the drastic change in his demeanour.

"What's up?" he says seriously.

"I'm not really sure what it was about, but Naomi just had an argument with her parents and stormed out of the house. She looked really upset Cook."

"Do you have any idea at all what they were arguing about?"

"Not really, her Mum shouted "you need to accept that he's gone" after her as she walk away from them. I know I don't know her very well but she didn't look like she should be alone. I didn't know what to do so I called you." I explained

"You did the right thing babe, I appreciate it. I know where she'll be, I'll give Effy a call and she'll find her."

"Thanks Cook" I say breathing a sigh of relief.

"No kid, thank you." He says sincerely. "Right gonna call Effy now. Gimme a bell on Saturday if you fancy a drink, I'll be back in town by then. Later Emilio!" and then the line goes dead.

Phew, that was easier than I thought! That's the best thing about Cook, although he appears to the world as a bit of a knob, on the inside he is a really genuine guy and it's obvious he cares a lot for Naomi. I've done all I can do for the time being, all that's left is for me to hope Effy finds Naomi and makes sure she's alright.

The next 2 days at work drag, I don't have Cook to keep me entertained and I haven't seen Naomi since she pushed passed me on Wednesday afternoon. I don't even think she's been here because when I was asked to change her bed sheets they didn't appear to have been slept in at all. I assume she must be staying with Effy or something. It's weird, I should be angry or annoyed with her for being so short with me on Wednesday shouldn't I? The funny thing is I'm really not. Yes one could argue that she was unnecessarily rude and a simple "excuse me" would have been much more courteous. However, I feel sorry for the girl, for what she must being going through and it's almost as if she was justified to be rude under the circumstances. It's truly bizarre the way I think about Naomi, it's like I'm desperate to be a part of her life in anyway she'll have me, like I'm constantly clinging to the hope she'll accept me.

Finally, the weekend arrives and I couldn't be happier. Apart from my day with Naomi the entire week has been a total drag and seemed to last forever but it's Saturday now and I have plans tonight! I gave Cook a call like he suggested and now I'm going for a night out with him and I quote "The Gang". It's been a while since my last proper night out so I'm really looking forward to it; consequently I spend a good 2 hours getting ready, doing my hair and make-up and sorting out the perfect outfit (that doesn't clash with my hair). Before I know it's 9pm and time to meet the others so I grab my bag and walk to The Mount Vernon pub. I familiar feeling of apprehension is building in my stomach with every step closer to the pub, I wonder if Naomi will be there. If she's staying at Effy's and Effy is coming out tonight then I'm sure she'll be out too. Luckily I don't have to wait before I find out because as soon as I round the corner I see her and Effy standing outside the entrance have a cigarette and the butterflies in my stomach start to go crazy; the power this girl has over me is unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life; it scares me a little.

I don't let the feelings of apprehension phase me though; I'm a Fitch and Fitch's don't get scared, or so my father would have me believe. So I walk over with a smile on my face "Naomi, Effy hi! How are you both?"

"Hey Emily, good we're good. Right Naomi?" says Effy nudging Naomi slightly.

"Oh yeah, we're good. How are you?" Naomi asks. She doesn't look me in the eye though, so I can't be sure if she really is alright; I guess she might be embarrassed because of what I saw and the way she acted maybe, but this is not the time or the place to bring that up.

"I'm great!" I say cheerily, well if they aren't going to be happy I may as well be. "Are the others here yet?"

"Inside." Says Effy nodding towards the door.

"Great, I'll see you inside then." I say walking towards the door, I notice out the corner of my eye Naomi watching me very intensely. Too intensely, but I choose to ignore it.

As it would turn out being on the straight and narrow for a week is far too long for Cook, so by midnight he's made us drink so much I can't begin even count it. The last I remember being this drunk was in High School at a house party with Katie, it feels good though, nice to be liberated, even if sights and sounds aren't exactly acting in sequence with each other.

The others are all pretty hammered too, drinks are being spilled, words are being slurred and inhibitions are being dropped. The only person not drinking is JJ, he doesn't drink, doesn't mean he's a fun-sponge or anything, turns out he's on medication which makes him feel strange all the time or something. He did explain it to me and I remember nodding a lot, but I don't think I was really listening. God I'm going to pay for this tomorrow, but right now I really don't care.

Naomi has been very animated tonight, telling amusing stories and constantly making fun of Cook. I haven't been able to have a one-on-one conversation with her but she isn't acting cold towards me, which is good and gives me the impression that she is not annoyed at me for once again overhearing what her mother shouted. It is basically as if we are just friends hanging out which is perfect. The group have welcomed me with open arms and I feel comfortable with them all, I would go as far as saying we are friends, same with Naomi, it's the early stages of friendship but friendship none-the-less.

About midnight we head to nightclub down the road, with Cook leading the way singing obnoxiously loud for this time of night. Inside it's pretty busy and we all get caught up in the crowd and whisked away in opposite directions. I find myself in the middle of the dance floor, music pumping, adrenaline flowing and dancing ensues. I'm not sure how long I've been here for, time no longer seems linear, it could be 10 minutes or it could be 2 hours! The dance floor is getting more and more crowded by the second and I'm becoming more and more restricted in my movements. I feel and hand on my shoulder and hear a familiar voice shouting in my ear. I know exactly who it is and all of a sudden my senses are in overdrive.

"Emily, where is everyone?"

I turn around to face her, her cheeks are flushed, blonde hair sticking slightly to hair face and neck and covered in a light layer of sweat glistening under the lights. I'm not sure if it's just the alcohol flowing through my veins or something much deeper but the attraction I'm feeling towards Naomi right now is overpowering and my heart starts to beat rapidly in my chest.

I lean over and shout "I'm not sure, you're the 1st person I've seen since we came in."

"I should go and find them." She shouts back and makes a move to walk away. No not tonight she's not, with a sudden bust of confidence that is completely uncharacteristic of me I grab her arm to stop her from leaving.

"No, don't stay! The music is great" and I start to sway along to it, forgetting how tightly packed we are and inadvertently graze my body against hers. My breath hitches in my throat and I feel my heart pounding, this is the most physical contact I've had with Naomi and to be honest it feels amazing. It takes a little while for Naomi to register that I'm dancing I think, but eventually she starts to loosen up and move with the music. I'm completely wasted but the realisation that Naomi is dancing with me seems to absorb the alcohol and I feel a lot more sober than I really should.

A push from behind Naomi pushes us closer together than I could have imagined and I hear a small gasp escape her lips even above loud music. Our bodies pressed up against each other swaying in the middle of the dance floor makes me feel more alive than I've felt in a long time and then the realisation hits me. Yes I had already suspected it before but now I'm certain; I am completely and utterly besotted with Naomi Campbell.

Again sorry for taking so long to update... should be updating more regularly again though, now I'm back home :)

Anyway hope you all enjoyed it!