So here we have the next chapter, I don't think I like much of this chapter, but I had to get it done so I can move on. I know it's short and I'm sorry but I really struggle with long chapters.

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Here we go, Enjoy!

Naomi's POV

It took all of my energy to not jump Emily right there at her door. She looked so amazing. She had a nice simple dress on which hugged her figure perfectly. It reminded me a bit of the day of the love ball when she had her purple dress on. Her sister may have chosen it but she really did look fucking amazing that night.

Now I'm Naomi Campbell. I have never been on a date in my life. Ever. I didn't see the point in them. I still don't really. They have always seemed so fake to me but I know that Emily likes the idea of going out with someone. She likes the public displays of affection, it makes her feel secure, I've always known it has, I think that's one of the reasons our relationship really broke down. I found it hard to be open with her, especially in public. So tonight I would make this special for her. I need to show her that I really am serious about us being together. Not just being a complete secret. I want people to know.

After lots of deliberations about what to do tonight I decided that I really can't pull of a "date" as such so instead I thought of something which is just individual to Emily and I. To be fair we did go out for a meal at this really fancy restaurant, that was all full of what I felt was just pleasant conversation and some awkward silences, but after that was when the real date started. There were drinks, drinks and a couple more drinks. We were hammered. But this wasn't just a little idea to get her in my bed, I wouldn't do that, I just want us to have fun, I want her to enjoy herself. We stumbled through town and just laughed, we laughed so fucking much. I constantly told her that I wanted this to be the best night of her life and what I got in return was; "this is the happiest I've been in a long time Naoms, thank you." There were hugs flying everywhere, playful nudges and kisses on the cheeks. It was like none of the crap had ever happened. I think it was also the best time of my life in a long time also.

By the time we were walking home, well more like stumbling and skipping "very" gracefully we were completely at ease. I felt like no-one could touch us, we were together, I think. At some point during our journey our hands had linked and fingers had laced together. It felt so fucking right having her there, with me. I was seriously on a high and so was she it appeared, we were racing through the streets, jumping on benches, spinning around in the night air.

"Em, Em, Emmmmm...Em did you know that your name just roles off the tongue perfectly." I don't think I meant that to be as flirty as it was but she just laughed at me. God I was pissed!

"Naoms, you are drunk! Splattered! One may say you are car parked." Oh the Fitch wit. I fucking love it. I seriously do.

"Yep, you know I'm witty." I think she can read my mind, actually read my mind, its creepy, but in a good way of course. Her grin, it's so fucking cheeky and sweet. She really is amazing.

As we continued to reek havoc on the streets of Leicester we got closer. If we ever looked at each other we were inches away, noses practically touching. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. To say it was intense is a complete understatement and a half.

Her eyes were just invading my own. They were so dark, so full of something that I could only recognise and hope was love.

EMILY'S POV

I'm intoxicated, and with the girl who makes everything in my life seem brighter. To say this is the best moment in my life would be the truth. All of the bad stuff has left me for one evening, all I can concentrate is the here and now. At the moment I'm at the door to my flat with a beautiful girl who I've always loved.

This is the moment of truth, I open this door and this night ends. I don't think I ever want this to end. Tonight has shown me that the bad things can be forgotten but it's not all that simple. I will always remember the shit that has happened, I really wish I wouldn't. I just want the have all of the good moments and put them in a box and keep them forever. But another thing I've realised is that without the bad stuff, the good stuff won't always happen. Your life is made up of good and bad moments, the good moments help to weigh out the bad ones. But without the bad moments, these good things can't always happen.

"Em?" The girl of my dreams drags me from my thoughts, I turn to look at her and she looks quite sad, her eyes full of regret and hope. I don't think I can think of anything to say right now so I just prompt her to speak with my eyes.

"I..um...I hope you enjoyed tonight." She smiles, a shy smile. Fucking hell Naomi Campbell shy? This is indeed a rare sight.

"Naomi, you are so drunk right now right?" She shakes her head over dramatically and frowns at me, really knowing that she is far too drunk. "Come in you daft cow." She just grins at me.

"I'm an adorable daft cow though." And again there's that Campbell wink which then suddenly disappears. I look around the flat really confused then look down at the floor. There lies a completely splattered Naomi Campbell, laughing at herself as she somehow ended up falling on the floor while standing still? I really don't know how she does it. She pops up again, and steadies herself.

"See adorable." She gestures towards herself, very over dramatically.

"Yes of course you are Naoms. Come along bed now."

So here I am, lying in my bed with a drunken Naomi Campbell smiling in her sleep. She is indeed very adorable. Of course she's fully clothed. I'm not going to fuck her on the first date. I may have been drunk but I do have some sense of self control when needed.

I don't know how long I had been lying there thinking about the best date of my life looking at an "adorable" Naomi sleeping in my bed. Whenever her nose wrinkles I just laugh a bit, it is possibly the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life.

"You know Em?" Wait she's awake. "It's rude to stare." She keeps her eyes shut, but of course her eye brow is raised in perfect Naomi Campbell style. She then rolls over, preventing me from seeing her face but she didn't realise that this bed really isn't that big and she has instantly hit the floor. I laugh of course, at the top of my fucking lungs.

"Adorable eh Naomi?"

Her head just pops up and shakes at me, an obvious embarrassed yet amused frown plastered all over her face.

These are the good moments in the life that balance out the bad.

We're getting higher every time that we love a little closer to the things we fall back on, if you come over then together willing we'll take over the world.

Thank you for reading!

No one can touch us - Sing it Loud

Smile in you sleep - Sliverstein

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