Author Note: To my darlings, I have been trying to get this next chapter out for quite a few days but I've been blank. Fortunately and unfortunately I stumbled across an love letter I wrote for one of my previous lovers, and it inspired me. It's a quick filler before some more intense Naomily. Enjoy but be gentle!

The letter arrived about a week after Emily had left my flat after our balcony talk and it had been two days and I still hadn't plucked up the courage to open it. I knew it was from Emily, her neat scrawl written with my name on the front of the envelope.

I sat with Cook now on my balcony with the letter in between us as we drank the beer and talked about Cook's pub. We had made up a few hours after Emily had left with Katie and I smiled as I remembered the reunion.

I sat down on the lounge, feeling emotionally drained. It had been nearly two days since I slept and I decided a long shower and bed were in order.

Some hours later I awoke groggily to find James Cook laying in bed next to me, grin on his face as he watched me sleep.

I screamed.

"What the fuck, Cook!", I shrieked at him but he just kept smiling.

"I fucking love you, man", he said softly before engulfing me in huge bear hug, "I'm so sorry, Naomi. I'm so sorry. I tried to tell you, every time. Fuck"

"I know, Cook", I said softly and hugged him back, suddenly glad I was wearing undies and a shirt to bed this time.

"When she told me man, she was completely fucked like I've never seen her that bad. I just felt so fucking awful, but I didn't want meddle between you and Emilio. Barely kept it to myself, Naomikins, swear twas going to eat me up inside. I'm sorry", he grumbled into my hair.

"It's okay, James. Really. It's fucked up but I'm glad Emily confided in you. And I know you'd never intentionally hurt me, you're like a brother to me. You'd protect me against of a hundred men and I'd protect you against the same. If you think this is going to come between us you're wrong. I know you, James Cook. I know you and I know this would've eaten you up. So thank you because I know you were going to tell me and that wouldn't have had been easy for you. You're my best mate, Cookie and I love you too, you big man guppie", I replied as I snuggled into his chest.

"I'd do anything for you man", he told me quietly.

"Really?", I asked him, before pulling back and looking at him as he nodded, "Anything? Will you stay with me? I just need someone to hang onto".

My voice broke as I said this last party and the tears began to fall down my cheeks.

"I won't leave til you keep me out", he said softly and wiped my tears away, "You're my best friend, Naomi, You're so fucking important"

I choked out a sob and fell into Cook's arms, sobbing for my still very broken heart. I thought about Effy as I cried into Cook, how much I was hurt by her. Cook tried to tell me but she fucking helped me plan stuff for Emily. I didn't get it. I felt so betrayed.

I laid in Cook's arms until I fell asleep and when I awoke up again, I wandered into the kitchen to find Cook in an apron trying to make pancakes, bacon and eggs for me. I had giggled at the sight before joining him, pulling out some vodka as eat. We filled the night with movies, vodka, giggling at our impersonations of the romantic speech's before snuggling back into bed with each other. My head tucked under Cook's chin and his arm around my waist, my last thought before passing out briefly wondered how Emily was.

"Naomikins", Cook pulled me from my trance, "You listening girl?"

"Sorry, Cook, what did you say?", I asked, blinking hard and shaking my head, before glancing at the letter again.

"Open it" Cook said, catching my glance.

"No", I replied, shaking my head at him, now ignoring the letter.

"Do it or I will", he giggled at me, "I'm serious, Naomikins. I'll read it to you, if you won't. She wrote it and I know you're dying of curiosity".

I say nothing and watch as he picks it up and carefully opens the letter before glancing at me.

"Last chance? What if there's sex talk?", he chuckles before frowning when I remain expressionless.

He clears his voice and I take a deep breath, my stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.

My Dearest Naomi,

I'm sitting in your loft in Barcelona. The loft I didn't even know you owned and as I sit here I can't help but wonder what else don't I know? What else haven't I noticed about you? I wish I took more time to notice and remember even single detail about you. You feel so far away and it hurts. So much. It's beautiful here. I owe you so much for this trip, already I'm feeling clearer. Thank you.

I don't know what I'm writing. You're the writer not me, an incredible writer. Did I ever tell you that I've read every single one of your articles? Every single one and I loved them all. But anyway here I am trying to write to you, trying to convey and define the love I have for you.

This love that is for you and only you. You have no idea how you make me feel, how intense and deep my feelings for you run. The love I feel for you isn't happy, mellow or gentle, it's spontaneous, rough and passionate. It makes me want to kiss you every second of every day and do a little dance when you tell me you love me. Okay that sounds a little stalkerish, but then you are very stalkable.

I know this is nothing like a real love letter but I guess this letter will be romantic in its own way, in a it's the whole truth kind of way and the truth is romantic way. Sometimes it's the most un-perfect romantic letters that are actually quite romantic in their own way. Uhm, ignore that.

You're inspiring me to write this letter.

You inspire me to want to write things, not just 'things' but stuff of meaning. Maybe the truth is you bring out the best in me. This other side that I never really knew existed. Some who wants be the best kind of friend and girlfriend I can be. You make me to be a whole different person, the person I really rather than the one I'm expected to be. It's like those lines; 'you had the best of me' but for me it's 'you gave me the best of me'. That sounds silly doesn't it?

Who are you to inspire that in me? You're this amazing creature who had so much caring, compassion and love in her pinky finger than some people have in their whole bodies. God you have no idea you're meaning to me. This is a stupid letter but there it is. Everything. You mean everything to me. You are everything. I'm sitting here smiling like a friggin' idiot just thinking about you.

You're the midnight kiss before dawn. You're the last dying notes of a song. You're the waves washing over my body. You're the explosion in my soul. You are the tear running down my cheek. You're the moon in the darkest nights. You're are the sun on cloudy days. You fell through my cracks and embedded yourself into my soul, you broke my barrier and you stole my forgotten heart. I'm lost without you. I'm half without you. I'm the lost ship in the storm. I'm the forgotten hope in the night. I'm the empty night and you're the full day. If you're the song, I'll be the lyrics, If you need to sleep, I'll stay up all nigh fighting the dark. If you laugh, I'll smile. My love for you is further than just any love. It's complicated. It's simple. It's hard. It's easy. It's strong. It's weak. It's long. It's short. It's deep. It's shallow. It's full. It's empty. It fills every gap in my body. It starts every smile and ends every fight. It's the beginning and the end. It's the story and the song.

We are the story and the song. The most perfect way to put us. Completely different but completely perfect together in 'our own messed up my world revolves around you way'. You're simle reaches through and touches my soul. You're love is my protector. Your eyes are my windows and you're arms my home. It's written in every love song, every romantic film and every book. It's one of the most used phrases in the history of the world. But I'll say it anyway. Unconditionally. Selflessly. Truthfully. Irrevocably. With every fibre of my being. I love you. I love you. I love you.

With no expectations. In the most pure, un-corrupt way. It ends and starts every single moment of my being. So here I am pledging my love to you. For every moment of everyday you have me. When your tears are falling and I'm far away, I'm with you. When you're laughing and I'm away, my eyes are closed breathing you in. Sometimes I'm scared and a fuck up but here I am holding out my whole heart and soul to you because you're the only person in the whole world, who makes me feel like without them, I wouldn't survive properly.

Right now, I don't have much to offer but this, no matter where you are, what you're doing, who you're with, I will always be somewhere else loving you. In you're darkest nights and brightest days. In you're scariest moments and courageous minutes. When you're grumpy pants are tight and you're smile is big and cheesy. I will always be somewhere loving you. I'm somewhere loving you because the truth is you're perfect in your own completely un-perfect way. You are my world, perfect and un-perfect and I will love you until my rotten heart stops beating. One day I'll win you back and deserve you again, I promise. I promise me to you. Forever.

Emily.

Cook and I remain silent as he finishes the letter and I brush away the cascading tears falling down my cheeks.

"So for an un-perfect letter that was pretty perfect, yeah?", Cook says gruffly breaking the silence.

"Yeah", I say softly drawing the word out.

"Vodka?", he whispers to me before standing up and giving me privacy to read Emily's letter again.

"Fuck yeah", I reply and slip into Emily's words which were so un-perfect in a completely perfect way.

So tell me what you think? xx.