This one is shorter than I had hoped. But my brain just didn't want to function properly. Anywho, thanks everyone whose still reading this, and reviewing and alerting and everything else. One word-Awesome! Sooo, were slowly coming to an End...To PART ONE! had you for a minute. Yes part one. Ooo, intrigued? I hope so. If not, that's cool too.

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Enough rambling shall we, on with the show.

Ps. I hope you like it.

Wednesday Night

It all happened too fast. Stupid fucking emotions, and stupid me, always finding someone else to blame. I'm a bitch, a total fucking bitch. I don't deserve Emily. I know that now. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. But it did. And I fucking let it. No explanation. No fucking truth. Just me and my fucking cowardly ways. Running, always fucking running. Guess i'm a fucking Campbell after all.

I text Dave. Told him I'd already gone home. Surprisingly he didn't mind. I bet he knows. Fuck what if Emily went inside with tears? Fuck. I can't picture her crying, it only makes it worse. But I should feel this way right? Like fucking shit.

Funny thing is, if I had let myself, I think I may have been able to love Emily. I've never felt for anyone in my life. Except her. She showed me things no one has ever been able to show me. In a week, she managed to break me. Get past my walls. And I let her. I wanted her. And now, now i've fucked everything up.

Maybe things will get easier when I get home. Yeah, maybe Effy will be able to get me so fucked up atht I forget? Yeah fucking right Naomi. That hair, those eyes, that smile, that body, that touch, that sweet smell of vanilla, and that love. I highly doubt i'll be able to forget Emily Fitch.

I stupidly pull out my phone and go through the photo's of Emily and I that we took. My sniffling gets shorter, and I rub my eyes, still trying to see the pictures properly. Fuck I wish I could have done this better. Fuck sakes.

I finally get home after a good half hour walk. I head for my shower. My little bubble away from reality. The only place I feel comfortable crying. The tears don't matter in there. The water washes them away. I cry and cry and cry, until I get to the point where I realize that tears aren't going to change this. Tears dont fucking matter. Tears wont mend broken hearts.

I drag my sorry arse out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I lay on my bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. One more day. One more day in London, and then I'm going home. Back to normal. Back to Bristol Naomi. Back to the 'Bristol bitch' as Effy so dearly calls me.

A little red light snaps me from my thoughts. One new message.

You've got some fucking explaining to do Campbell.

Should have known the big sister would be rearing to tear into me. Yes, Katie and I surprisingly got along. Huh, past tense. But this shouldn't shock me, should it? Katie's like a fucking pitbull apparently. Short and feisty. I sigh, knowing that Katie's right.

I'm sorry

That's all I manage back, because that's all I can say. I know I have explaining. I know that.

Not fucking good enough. You, me, tomorrow. Meet me at the coffee shop down from Jals at ten. And you better fucking come.

I can't help but laugh, and admire Katie for her protectiveness. It's funny. My first encounter with the twins, it seemed like Katie ran all over Emily. Bossing her around, dragging her along. But Katie clearly does care. She's really fucking protective of her sister. And it's cute. What cute? What the fuck? It's nice. I wish I had that. Sometimes I wish I had older siblings. I guess that's what Cook's for. Fuck I miss him. I know that boy would sure give Katie Fucking Fitch a run for her money.

I'll be there Katie

God I sound like a bitch.

Thursday

I hardly slept last night. How can someone possibly sleep when they've just fucked up one of the best things to ever happen to them? Plus I have to pack. That's right. Tomorrow, it's back to Bristol. Goodbye London, goodbye Emily. Hello Cook, Effy and loads of monumentally fucked nights to forget this. Hopefully.

So I'm currently on my way to meet Katie at the coffee shop. Marco's or something? I've left my empty suitcase at home. Anyone would've thought i'd be dying to get out of this place. But I just don't think I can pack, yet.

I spot her distinctive purple hair first. Fuck, here we go. The wrath of Katie fucking Fitch. I take a deep breath, as much as I don't want to do this. I have to. After the way I've treated Emily, this is the least I could do. The door bell goes off as I enter, and Katie doesn't even move. I clear my throat, as I take a seat, and realize Katie has sunglasses on. I can't help the little eye roll.

"Wow, you do have some balls then?" No hello, or hi, or good fucking morning. Expected though.

"Good morning to you too Katie." I smile. Now probably isn't the time to be funny.

"Don't fucking give me that. What the hell is this leaving crap Campbell? Emsy was a fucking mess last night, the only words I got out of her between her sobs were, Naomi and leaving. So you better fucking explain." Katie hissed, trying to both scare me, and steer clear of attention seeking. I'm surprised Katie even wanted to meet in public. But this was definitely a safer option, for me.

A sigh escaped my lips. I did have to explain. I decided not to be stubborn about this. "I'm kind of, going back to Bristol." I finally admitted it.

Katie's face said it all. Dissapointment. "Going back?"

"Yeah..." I drew it out, not completely sure where this was actually going to go. I figured Katie would yell and scream at me. But then again, that wouldn't be good for her image.

"Did you know you were going back before you jumped into this, thing, with Emily?" Katie asked me, seriously. Fuck, fucking, fuck.

I sighed again. Knowing Katie would already know my answer. "Yes."

If Katie could, I swear she would reach over this table and ring my neck.

"Fucking hell Naomi." Katie tore her eyes away from mine. Wow, not even the Fitch Bitch can look at me. That's saying something.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't exactly come on this fucking holiday looking for love, it just...it just fucking happened." Here I go again, throwing the blame around. Splashing about. But it's true. I didn't come here for love. I dont do love.

"Yeah well, Emily didn't exactly go looking for her heart to get ripped out did she? And I thought you lived here? What else have you lied about? Is your name even Naomi Campbell?" Katie scoffed.

I shook my head, "Unfortunately, yes it is. And okay, I lied. I fucked up. I know that now. But it's okay yeah? I'm going now, and Emily can just forget about me. Everythings fine." It's not. It really fucking isn't. And by the looks of it, Katie is ready to blow a fuse.

"Everything's fine? Everything's fucking fine? Like fuck it is. I had to cancel a shoot today because my sister has locked herself in her room, crying a fucking river over your sad excuse. You dont get it do you?" Katie spits at me, raising her voice a little louder than both of us would've liked.

"Get what Katie?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes. That's my thing. Bitch.

"Emily may have been a little slut for a while. She even gave me a run for my money. But you, you're, for some fucked up reason, different. I've never seen Emily like this. Ever since you came along and found her on the ground at the bookstore, or whatever, she's changed. Her eyes light up whenever she talks about you. Her smiles brighter than ever. She's taken the most beautiful photos I've ever seen, all because of you. And if you don't get it by now. She fucking fell in love with you."

Katie's words hit me like a fucking bus. I didn't think it was possible. I liked Emily, maybe even loved her. In fact I think I do love her. I wouldn't know? I've never been in love before? I've never had someone be in love with me either. It hurts, it fucking hurts. Loves not supposed to hurt? Is it? I don't fucking know. Fuck, tears. I can feel tears coming on. No, you fuckers better stay in. There is no way that i'm letting Katie see me cry.

"I'm sorry, okay? But there's nothing I can do. It's happened. I can't change it." I admit, defeated. If I could, I would change how I did things. I'd take them back. I see if Emily could love me, for just me. Bristol Naomi.

"Oh but there is. You see, it's all well and nice that you can explain yourself to me. But i'm not the one who deserves an explanation." Katie finishes off her coffee, that I hadn't even realized she had in the first place.

"I don't think I can." I shake my head. It would rip my heart to see Emily again. I dont want to put her through any more than I already have.

"If not in person, then write it in a fucking letter or something." And with that, Katie Fucking Fitch left me contemplating writing a letter to the girl I think I'm in love with. A girl whose heart I broke in only two weeks. A girl who I'll only ever see from a distance now.

Henry had picked me up from the coffee shop shortly after Katie had left. I needed some time to digest everything. Yes, digest.

I immediately started packing my bag. I needed to do something. But as I packed, I found myself constructing sentences in my head. Ways of which I would explain myself to Emily. Yes, I have no balls to actually go and face her properly. You try going to see her when you know she probably hates you right now. Yeah, that's what I thought. And knowing me, i'd just be a babbling fucking mess. Making up stupid fucking excuses because of the guilt. So I decided that once i'm fully packed, i'll start writing a letter. Oh fuck, I'm packed. Shit. That was fast.

I find a old writing pad in the cupboards, and flop my tired body onto my bed. I play with the pen aimlessly, before I know that i'm fucking procrastinating. I put the pen to the paper and hope that words follow.

Dear Emily

Scribble

To Emily

Ugh. Fuck.

Emily

So I don't know where to begin? So bare with me. Or you could just screw this up, whatever. I'm sorry. Really, fucking sorry. I don't know why I did it. Why I lied. Why I didn't just tell you the truth. I guess the best way to explain it, was that I was scared. You made me, no, make me feel like i've never felt before. I was scared at first because I liked you. I actually liked you. I've never liked someone before. Let alone a girl. It was weird for me. And then I got used to the idea. Being here, in London, took me away from my reality, back home, in Bristol. Yeah, Bristol. I live there. I'm going back there. And I know I lied, told you that I lived here. That's because, like I said, I started to like you. And then I realized you were famous. It freaked me out. Because I was just a girl from Bristol, full of insecurities. And you, you're this stunning, beautiful, actress. I was afraid. Afraid that you wouldn't want me. And it was fucking stupid. Because the more time we spent together, I knew that you weren't that kind of girl. You were so much more. You are beautiful. And caring, loving, loyal, truthful, honest, and everything I'm not. And once I realized that, I was scared. Again. Because I realized I was wrong, and that I had dug myself so deep that I didn't know how to get out. I freaked out.

It should have been different. How I told you. I should have told you this in person. But, I can't. I'm selfish, and a coward. I don't want to hurt you more than I already have. I wish things were different. I wish I wasn't so insecure. But I can't change the past right? And I can't change the way things are now. I'm sorry Emily. For everything.

Just know, that aside from the lies, I truly did feel for you. In fact, I still do. I probably always will. You're an amazing girl Emily Fitch. Don't ever forget that.

I'll miss you.

Naomi. Xo

I folded the paper into three. And cursed Emily's name on the front.

Tomorrow, I'm going home. My flight's at ten in the morning. I put the letter under my pillow. I'll drop it off in the morning on my way to the airport. On my way home.

Please don't hate Naomi too much :), oh and maybe, just maybe, you could review? Cheers.