Ok firstly I am going to apologise, I know it has been over a week since I have updated this, work has been crazy and I have barely been at home and on top of that I haven't been very well so haven't really felt up to being on my laptop when I have been at home. Anyway here is the next chapter, where we learn a little more about Emily, it's only a short one.

Hope it's ok...

Chapter Ten

Two Weeks Later

Naomi

Things with Emily were amazing, I really think I was seriously falling for her, not that I could tell her that yet, it felt too soon and I really didn't want to scare her away. We had been spending all the time we could together mostly at Emily's as in my opinion it was the nicer flat and tonight would be no different as I was snuggled close to her on the sofa. I groaned loudly as Emily moved away, she laughed "Don't worry, I'll be back, I just want to show you something."

She came back with a couple of photo albums "I don't really show these to people but you aren't just anybody, it's just some photos I've taken around and about."

I smiled as she passed them to me to look through. I watched as Emily went to put the kettle on as I looked through her photos. I couldn't believe my eyes as I flicked over the pages. I looked up as Emily put a coffee on the table for me "Em these are fucking fantastic, why aren't you doing this professionally?"

Her face fell and there was a sadness in her eyes "I'm not good enough."

I wasn't going to give up "You are more than good enough; you are more fucking talented than half the photographers at the paper."

I was a little shocked when Emily snapped at me "I told you I'm not fucking good enough, end of conversation."

I stood up and grabbed my coat "Fine, if that's how you fucking feel I will just leave then."

She looked at me coldly "Yeah, good fucking idea."

I walked out slamming the door shut behind me feeling really pissed off and fucking upset at the same time, I couldn't understand why Emily was being like this.

Emily

I banged my hands down on the kitchen surface and screamed, I was so frustrated with myself for being a complete bitch to Naomi. I rushed into my bedroom and grabbed my phone quickly trying to call her, she didn't answer, I guess I couldn't fucking blame her. I kept trying for about half an hour but eventually it just went to voicemail. I couldn't take this anymore I needed to explain to Naomi, I needed to apologise, I grabbed my keys and ran from the flat, getting soaked as the rain hammered down on me as I ran to Naomi's. I could see she was in as the light was on. I banged on the door but she wouldn't answer. I wasn't going to give up, I kept on banging as I shouted through the letterbox "Naomi, please let me in, I need to explain, please let me explain, I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out."

Eventually I heard the door click open "Fuck Em you're soaked."

I looked down "Yeah, I forgot my coat, can I come in, I need to talk to you."

She moved over "I'll get you a towel and some dry clothes."

I smiled slightly as she got me a hot drink; I was now warming up a bit in my dry clothes. I could smell Naomi's scent on the t-shirt and couldn't help but breathe deeply inhaling the gorgeous scent as Naomi came and sat opposite me "Come on then, I'm listening."

I took a deep breath, I knew I couldn't expect her to be friendly "Ok first off I want you to know I'm really really sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I hope you'll understand a bit more when I tell you what I'm about to tell you…" I took another deep breath "When I was younger I wanted nothing more than to be a photographer, Dad got me my first SLR camera for my 10th birthday and nobody could get it away from me, it used to really wind mum up, apparently I should have been more focused on getting a boyfriend than taking stupid photo's, every day she found a way to chip away at my confidence and I guess eventually it got me down and I believed it. Anyway the final straw came when I finally found the courage to tell my family I was gay, mum flipped completely, she shouted and screamed at me, slapping me telling me I wouldn't amount to anything and kept going on and on again about how if I had taken less stupid photos then it wouldn't have happened. She threw my camera across the room smashing it. I left for London that night and haven't seen them again since. I nearly gave up completely but once I had enough money I bought a new camera and started taking photos again for fun but I can never get mums comments out of my mind. I know it's no excuse for snapping at you but she is basically the reason I gave up on my dreams."

Naomi pulled me into her arms and hugged my tightly "Oh Em, how can any parent be so cruel."

I looked into her eyes "I was never good enough for my mum but I have you now, if you can forgive me and that's all I need."

She kissed me softly "There is nothing to forgive, but I want you to do something for me."

I nodded "Anything."

She smiled "You listen to me when I say you're photos are amazing and you seriously think about your dream of being a professional, with my support of course."

I smiled slightly "Ok, I will try my best."

She began tickling me "Let's try that answer again shall we."

I had slid from my chair to the floor with Naomi covering my body tickling me "Ok, ok, I will make sure I listen to you."

She smiled "Now that's better" before leaning down and kissing me, our bodies moulding together enjoying the moment.