Hey Ho.

Sorry about the weird chapter lengths, lol.

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Laura. x

Emily's POV

Right now might actually be the happiest moment in my entire life. Either that or ecstasy does make you love everything.

I was stood in the middle of some club. I couldn't tell you which one because I've been paralytic since before we got here. Naomi's little tumble those months ago really has taught me nothing. The music was pounding through me, my heart wasn't beating normally anymore, it just thumped to the rhythm.

Effy passed me another pill; She'd stopped trying to pass them the Naomi who was being a bit of a funsponge.

I moved away, dancing into randoms. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Katie and Effy passing a pill. Odd as Eff had handed me mine.

It didn't matter, I could feel Naomi pushing into me, I lent back. Her arms were holding me up. We danced together. I take back the funsponge comment.

The world was a blur, the ground was uneven. Naomi lent down, placing kisses along my neck, stopping only to nibble on my ear. I felt like my legs were giving way. Naomi responded to my lack of stability, pulling me closer, encircling me with both arms. She walked me forward; we left the dance floor, which was fucking awful, my ears burned in the quiet. Cold air hit me like a fist; if she hadn't been holding me it would have toppled me.

"you need air." She said whilst lighting up.

She lent me against the wall, and I felt my back sliding down brick, it was rough but it didn't hurt. The cold was gone which was nice, alcohol always gives you certain immunities.

I realised I was sitting, my knees hunched up to my chin, which in this skirt was probably very revealing. That would explain why Naoms was kneeling in front of me, pushing damp hairs off my face. She was trying to catch my gaze, but my eyes couldn't sit still.

She must have put her fag in my mouth because my next breath was warm and nicotine laden.

"Do you want to go home?" She didn't sound concerned. I laughed, I'd be giving her such shit if our roles were reversed, she didn't mind taking care of me, no matter what state I got myself into. But I had a very low tolerance for drunken Naomi. Apart from her soaring sex drive she was mostly just a bitch, a bitch who liked to throw up on my shoes, well Katie's shoes.

"depends." I slurred.

"depends on what Emz." I giggled, I felt very mischievous.

"Well here there's dancing, dancing and drink, dancing. What at home that's soooooooooo special?" I could here the words coming out of my mouth, but I can't remember the conversation my brain had with my tongue that produced them.

"Well, there is a very warm comfy bed, I will be there. I won't be wearing much." She stood up and held out her hands. I of course took them. She could say there was storm of spiders at home but she'd be there naked and I follow her happily. Once I was back on my feet, which took more than one attempt, Nai removed the fag from my mouth, it had about one drag left in it, I don't remember smoking it. We began stumbling home. We didn't even contemplate a taxi, no driver in their right mind you pick me up right now.

It dawns upon me that I'm cuddling in to a jacket, it's not mine, but it smells good, must be hers, which means she's getting cold. I pull her closer; I don't want her to be cold. I vaguely remember being in the bathroom.

Naomi POV

Tonight, I had intended on getting drunk, actually smashed, I'd done a shit load of shots with Cook and gotten a bit messy. I danced with him for longer than I ever had before. Normally when we went out he disappeared. Cook wasn't enjoying his sexual freedom; he clearly wasn't interested in pulling tonight.

I must have lost track of time, I only realised because I'd begun to miss Em.

I left Cook jumping around with JJ and panda, groping through the crowd for my little red, it didn't take long to find her.

Arms in the air, jumping and swaying. Not on her own unfortunately. There was some random ass hole was attached to her. Grinding and pushing.

I leave her for five fucking minutes, where the fucks her sister?

I couldn't be angry, she probably hadn't even noticed him, or the other men who were pushing in on her space; wanting to get to know her better. I flipped him off, absorbing the 'fuckin' dyke' comment as I dragged Em away from the gaggle of Cocks. I found the others, feeling a bit better with Emily close.

Katie had seemingly poured a bottle of vodka down my girlfriends throat, that combined with tabs Effy was passing tonight Emily was thoroughly fucked.

I turned down Effy's offerings, if I got any worse we would probably be sleeping in the ally outside.

Katie and Effy downed drink after drink, slowly descending into their own peace. Like Emz and I at lunch they let the world slip away. I tore my eyes away; it felt like I was intruding.

A little after three am, Emily and I were dancing, It was incredibly sweaty and incredibly sexy, If I hadn't been holding her up I would have fucked her there and then. I had a feeling that she'd be in no state when we finally got home. My unbearably sexy girl took another Tab off Eff, I was making this her last, Emily never really understood the concept 'too much of a good thing'.

I was dragged me though the dance floor, whether she was even aware of me at this point was debatable.

As I looked back I saw Effy passing Katie a pill, it would have been innocent enough, but Katie ran her hand up Effy's neck and into the brunettes' wavy locks. My eyes were transfixed on them, kissing, groping, it wasn't desperate or urgent, it was loving.

I looked down at my drunken beauty; something told me she might not respond appropriately to seeing her previously homophobic sister making out with her best friend. Home time.

By the time we arrived home Emily was practically asleep. Her legs moving forward even though her eyes were closed and the majority of her weight was taken up in my arms. She'd thrown up on me twice on the way home. Tomorrow was going to be fun for her. This officially makes up for the getting drunk and concussing myself fandango. She was so gone.

I had to carry her upstairs, making a stop in the bathroom so she could throw up again. I brushed her teeth, which was adorable. I'm winning girlfriend of the year. I picked her up again, my legs not supporting me as I would like to have hoped, I slipped slightly, protecting her head with my shoulder, The wall was really cold. It hurt like fuck. Emz wouldn't be the only one suffering tomorrow.

Once we were all tucked up I checked the time, half five. Fucking hell.

I heard the front door. Dainty feet on the stairs, heels removed.

Shit Heels, where had I put Emily's shoes? I took them off the first time she'd been sick, I put them down to hold back her hair, shit did I pick them up?

They were her favourites.

I looked down at my unconscious girlfriend, she was dead to the world, dribbling on her pillow, and she wouldn't notice my absence. The noises coming from next door were less than subtle, I'd rather avoid them.

I grabbed a pair of jeans, and a hoody, it wouldn't take ten minutes unhindered to make it back and pick them up. Yes, definitely in for girlfriend of the year.

I had left them. I made a promise not to be so careless next time. Revisiting Emily's bail sight was fucking nasty; I picked up her heels and started off home. I momentarily shit myself as Cook, JJ and Panda ran up behind me.

All was quickly forgiven as they were carrying chips.