"Hey babes." I force a smile on to my lips as I walk in to the café Effy's asked me to meet her at and find Naomi sitting across from her. I shove my sunglasses up on to my head as I take a seat beside them. "Naomi."
"Katie. Made any more models toothless lately?" She smirks at me over the rim of her coffee cup and I'm glad to waffle on about work as I reach for the coffee Effy's had waiting for me.
"Four hours I was waiting around this morning to get fucking half an hour of shots! If I never see a fucking model again…"
"Don't you have that party tonight? I can't make it by the way." Effy says it like it's no big deal, like she hasn't just dropped me in the shit. She knows how much this party means to me tonight. It's a chance to get more work and get my name out there.
"What? You fucking promised Eff!"

"Take Naomi. You don't have plans right?" I'm going to fucking kill Effy. I swear it. What bit of 'I don't want to see that fucking bitch again' didn't she understand? She might have chosen to forget what I said last night, but her words are still weighing on my mind. I watch as Naomi opens her mouth to answer but she doesn't make a sound as she tries to think of an excuse for why she can't come. For once Naomi Campbell is speechless.
"I suppose she'll have to do."
"Gee, thanks Katie." She rolls her eyes at me.
"It's a launch part for a new fashion line, so try and dress like a normal person, ok?" I glare at her and have every right to. She's almost twenty one and she's sitting there wearing a fucking t-shirt with a smurf on. "Hmm, might be tricky, I'm not sure I can actually dress myself." She snaps at me, obviously trying to be sarcastic. It backfires on her. If I've got to put up with her tonight then I'll make damn sure she's dressed properly.
"You're right. I'll come by yours at six and pick something out." Her face is a fucking picture as she realises she's just dropped herself in it.
"Wait I didn't say I'd-"
"Right that's sorted. I'll see you guys later, I've got another shoot in half an hour." I shoot off before she can talk her way out of it. I glare at Effy as I go.

My mood doesn't get much better when I get to my next shoot, which is in a barn in the middle of a muddy field. It's a shoot on Heritage fashion for a glossy magazine and as much as I want to just go home and veg out for the afternoon the fee for this one shoot alone will pay for the dress I splashed out on for tonight. "Hey Kat!" I try not to roll my eyes as Gia, one of the models, saunters over while I'm setting up my equipment. I fucking hate her calling me that and she knows it. She takes a seat on one of the hay bales that we're using for the shoot and tips her head back with a smirk. "Fancy a roll in the hay?" There's no denying Gia is an attractive woman, with her olive skin and short dark hair, but I've been there once before and I don't see the attraction of repeat performances. Of course when I said no to her after the first time she took it as a challenge and she's been trying to get back in my pants ever since.

For a moment I contemplate taking her up on her offer, it's been a while since I've had a roll in the hay with anyone, but I've got to get ready straight after work if I want to go around Naomi's early and help her dress like a normal person. "No thanks." I dismiss her again and she takes it on the chin, trying to act all cool about it even though I know it pisses her off that I won't sleep with her again.
"Fair enough. Are you going to that party at the Avon tonight?" She carries on pestering me as I try to find the lens I need for the shoot. "I've booked a room if you want to join me…" She runs a perfectly manicured hand along my arm and I almost drop my camera.
"I'm going with someone." I snap back at her, wishing she'd just take the hint and fuck off.

"Are they fit?" She asks and I feel my stomach clench at the thought of Gia going after Naomi. She's a fucking model and I think Naomi's proven in the past that her brain is in her pants. "We could always make it a party for three?" I wrinkle my nose at Gia and force a laugh.
"Are you kidding? It's my fucking sister's ex. I wouldn't shag that bitch if someone paid me!" No, I'd happily do it for free. I'm turning down a night in a posh hotel with a woman who will no doubt be a super model by the end of the year, to instead spend time with Naomi Campbell, who fucking hates me. Effy's right, I really fucking need to scratch that itch. "Can you just go finish your makeup so we can get started?"

The shoot mercifully goes without a hitch and I manage to get home with plenty of time to get ready. I dump my equipment in my room and head in to the living room to check on Effy. She's spread out across the sofa and barely looks up from the TV as I walk in. "You're welcome!" She calls after me as I get a can of diet coke out of the fridge. She sits up with a smirk as I frown at her.
"For what?"
"You, Naomi, party, lots of drink, maybe some drunken sex… you're welcome." I roll my eyes at her as I push her legs down from the sofa and take a seat beside her.
"For the last time, I am not fucking Naomi! She's Emily's fucking ex."
"Ex-actly." Effy smirks at me and I'm sorely tempted to slap her. I roll my eyes instead and get up to have a shower, muttering 'dork' under my breath as I go.

After a long hot shower I go back in to my room and do my hair and makeup while I sit in front of my mirror wrapped in a towel. I tie my hair up in an elegant bun, going for the sophisticated look. I change in to my new dress. It's a simple yet sexy little black dress that sits just above my knee. I've just had my tan topped up so my bare legs look killer when I slip my feet in to my heels. I pick up my purse and go back in to see Effy, to ask her opinion on the dress. "How do I look?" I do a little twirl in front of her and she whistles.
"Very fuckable, Naomi will love it."
"Fuck off." I roll my eyes at her; but I bite my lip as I turn around to leave, secretly hoping Effy's right.

I take a taxi to Naomi's, not wanting to leave my car there overnight. The last time I was here was when dad lost our house and I ended up living with Naomi and Emily for a bit. It had been the worst week of my life, with mum tearing chunks out of dad and Emily and Naomi barely speaking to one another, it had hardly been a happy house. When I knock Gina answers the door. She calls me Emily and it's only as I'm making my way up the stairs that she realises her mistake. "Sorry Katie luv!" I find my way to Naomi's room from memory and find her standing in a towel with her hair hanging around her shoulders in loose wet ringlets.

It's fucked up but the first thought that comes to mind is that she's naked under that towel and I get straight to work finding her some clothes before I do something stupid like rip her towel off her. She doesn't have much in her wardrobe; I guess she's kept most of it in London. I notice a few things of Emily's still in her wardrobe but don't mention it. I cluck my tongue and shake my head at nearly everything I pull out. When I find that horrible old flowery shirt of hers I crack up laughing. "I can't believe you actually wore that thing." I toss it aside and smirk at the embarrassment written all over Naomi's face. "I suppose you're dressing a little better now after all."I eventually find something suitable for her to wear. A white blouse and a black ruffle shirt that will go well together. The blonde rolls her eyes as I thrust them at her and order her to change in to them. "Oh, and curl your hair!" I shout over my shoulder as I make my way out of the room to let her change. She snaps something back at me but I don't hear her clearly through the door. I sit downstairs with Kieran and Gina waiting for her to get ready. She takes her sweet time, but it's definitely worth it as she walks in to the living room and my jaw almost drops to the floor. She looks proper fit and I'm glad I came over to help her get ready; god knows what she would have worn otherwise. Probably a fucking plaid shirt or something.

Gina praises her daughter and asks where we're going and I can't help but boast about the exclusive party. "It's on the roof of the Avon George Hotel. It's overlooking the river and super exclusive!" I'm lucky I even got an invite at all. I worked with a pretty important designer a few months back who took an interest in my work and recommended me to a few people, because of him the name Katie Fitch is starting to become a popular one.

Once Naomi's finished faffing with her hair we finally get a taxi to the hotel down by the riverside. It's packed with photographers and jealous onlookers that watch in envy as we make our way up the red carpet and hand our ID over to the attendee at the door. The stout man looks ready to piss himself laughing as he checks Naomi's ID. "Very good Miss Fitch, Miss Campbell." Fuck, I should have thought about that. I've brought Naomi Fucking Campbell to a party with the country's top models and designers. Everyone's going to get a good laugh out of her name, and it's not just my reputation I'm worrying about; I know how pissed off Naomi gets about her name. The last thing I want is her in a sour fucking mood all night.

"Right, ground rules!" I snap as we get in to the lift that's going to take us up to the roof where the main event is happing. I ignore the startled look of the attendant in the lift. "No getting pissed, no trying to pull and try not to embarrass me, yeah? Oh and for fuck-sake, don't tell anyone your full name." She pulls a face, obviously thinking I'm saying all of this to protect myself, but she has no idea what these kind of parties can be like and I don't want her getting on the wrong side of some highly strung model or yuppie designer.

"We're going to a party with free drinks and fit models and you expect me not to try to pull?" She snaps back at me and I think of Gia waiting upstairs, knowing she'll take an interest in Naomi the second I walk through the door with her; the thought of Gia trying to get her in to bed pisses me off more than Naomi arguing back with me.
"Keep it in your fucking pants Campbell! Besides, if you saw half of those fucking models without their makeup on you wouldn't look twice."

When we hit the roof I start playing the crowd, trying to network and get myself some more contracts. Naomi stands beside me drinking free champagne and it's the quietest I've ever seen her. I try to include her in the conversation, introducing her as my friend, but after a while I can tell she's getting bored and when she wanders off to the bar I don't object. I keep a careful eye on her as I start talking to a couple of magazine editors I've worked with before, hoping to win some more work. I can't pay attention to them though as I spot Naomi pulling out her ID for the barman and see him cracking up. I expect her to kick off and get ready to go over and smooth things out when I spot Gia swiping her ID from her hand.

Excusing myself from the conversation I make my way over to Naomi and Gia. I can't deny I'm a little jealous of the way Naomi's looking at her. I didn't miss the way she looked at me when I walked in to her room, but that was different. When she looks at Gia she doesn't see a bitch who spread rumours about her in high school, or the mirror image of her ex. She's looking at her like she wants to fuck her and I really wish she'd look at me like that. As much as I've denied it to Effy I really do still want to fuck Naomi Campbell senseless; but I'll never get the chance.

So when I see Gia leaning over her, her lips brushing against Naomi's ear as she whispers something to her it boils my blood. If I can't get what I want then Gia sure as hell won't either.
"Hey babe, Naomi's not bothering you is she?" I narrow my eyes at the blonde, because the last thing I want is her thinking this is about me being flashes me a less than sincere smile as she pulls back from Naomi.
"No, actually I was just asking if she was free tomorrow night-"
"She's not." I snap and my voice is a little more tense than I intended. I glare at Naomi, daring her to challenge me. It's late and we've both had too much free champagne, I don't want to still be here when Naomi kicks off at me for cock blocking her again. I think she's still pissed about that skanky barmaid from the other night. "We're leaving."

Naomi doesn't object but I can see how tight her jaw is, she's going to kick off I just know it. Gia shrugs like it's not the second time she's been turned down today and hands Naomi one of her business cards with another smirk in my direction. I stare Gia down as I take Naomi's hand and lead her to the lift. Thankfully she waits until the doors close behind us to kick off. "What the fuck was that?" Her eyes narrow on me and her full lips set themselves in a scowl.
"What, you fucking trying it on with one of my friends?" I shout back at her, because it's the only way I can stop myself from pushing her up against the wall and biting her bottom lip. "Remember the rules? No fucking pulling!"

I'm shouting at the top of my voice when I realise her eyes aren't narrowed on my face; they're on my chest. Naomi Campbell is fucking perving on me! I think about pulling her on it, wondering where it might lead, but she slams her hand against the emergency stop button and the lift lurches to a stop.
"What the fuck does it matter to you if I pull or not? The barmaid, Gia, I mean what the fuck Katie? Are you jealous or something? Do you want a shag, is that it? Afraid you're missing out on something Emily's had-"

I am jealous. I hated her flirting with Gia, just like it pissed me off to see her with that barmaid in the club. Yes, I fancy, Naomi Campbell, and I might not have been totally honest with Effy. I don't just want to fuck Naomi, it goes a little deeper than that; but I'm not about to admit that to Naomi and I'm not going to let her get away with her comments either. I slap her cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark, stopping her mid-rant. I glare at her and she looks stunned.

She just doesn't get it. She was supposed to love Emily and they were supposed to be together. Emily wasn't the only one who fucking noticed Naomi when we were kids, she wasn't the only one who felt confused about girls and who she was attracted; the only difference was she got what she wanted. I stood back and I let her take Naomi because she wanted her back; because Naomi never looked at methe way she looked at Ems. I was a good fucking sister and I let them be together; ok I might have been a bitch about it, but I was pissed off too. I couldn't be nice to Naomi back then, not without her finding out how I felt. So I did my best to make her hate me. I just think it worked a little too well.

And to top it all off she went and broke my sister's fucking heart! She made Ems leave me and she fucked off too; they both fucking left me. "It fucking matters ok? You and Emily were supposed to last! While the rest of us were fucking everything up, you two were supposed to be forever! But you fucked it up didn't you? Couldn't keep it in your fucking pants! You broke Emily's fucking heart and she left because of you! She left me in this shit hole to deal with mum and dad and Effy. She left me!"I slam my hand against the button to the start the lift again. My stomach's in knots and I can barely breathe. I think I'm close to having a panic attack and I don't want to say something I'm going to regret.

There's another reason I'm angry with her too, because when she ran away, just like she always did, she forgot about the rest of us. About me and Effy; and Freddie. She hasn't been home in two years and she seems to have forgotten what tomorrow is. It's not fair that she gets to forget. "And you do have plans…In case you forgot, we fucking buried Freddie two years ago tomorrow!"

She has the sense to look ashamed and she's as quiet as a mouse in the taxi on the way back. She looks lost in her thoughts and I'm still too angry to talk without shouting so I let the silence persist. When the taxi pulls up outside my flat Naomi's still sitting there like she's in a coma and I feel a little bad about how harsh I was on her. "Are you fucking coming or what?" I snap at her.
"Uh, yeah." She fumbles with the seat belt and follows me upstairs to my apartment.

I kick off my heels at the front door and toss my handbag on to the kitchen bench. I climb on to bench and take out my secret stash of Jack Daniels from the top of one of the cupboards. I hide it from Effy so I always know I'll have some set aside after a rough day. Today definitely qualifies. I fill two glasses and hand one to Naomi. She knocks it back in one and grimaces at the taste. Straight whisky is an acquired taste. I top her glass up and carry the bottle over with me to the sofa. She silently follows me and I just wish she'd say something already.

"I can't believe it's been two years." I finally get my wish as she speaks.
"Yeah." I mumble back. She'd believe it had been two years if she'd spent every day of it watching over Effy, making sure she didn't freak out and try and kill herself again. She's a lot better than she used to be, but this time of year always gets her down and I've been trying to keep an eye on her a bit more again. I asked Cook to take her out tonight, to try and keep both their minds off Freddie's memorial tomorrow.

"It must be hard for Eff-"
"Yeah, poor Effy." I sneer and finish off my drink. I go straight for the bottle instead of topping it up. This time of year's hard for me too. Effy wasn't the only one who lost him. I loved Freddie too. He was a distraction at first, something to take my mind off the girl who didn't want me back, but despite everything that went on with Freddie I still cared about him. I still cried the night we found out what had happened, but I had to be the first one to stop crying, to pull myself back together and help Effy to do the same. "What about me? I lost him too you know! I fucking loved him Naomi..."I don't want to cry in front of her but I can't help it. I take another swig from the bottle before she snatches it away from me and helps herself to a long sets the bottle down and puts an arm around me. I shift my position and bury my face in the side of her neck. Her other arm wraps around me and she tries to calm me down as she mutters in my ear. She's trying to make me feel better and as wrong as it is just having her cuddling me is enough to make me stop crying. I've never admitted it to Effy or anyone else, but I've been in love with Naomi Campbell for longer than I can remember. Emily wasn't the only Fitch whose attention she caught back in middle school; but she was the only one she kissed. Fuck! I can't do this. I can't have her here. I lift my head up to ask her to leave, but don't get the words out as her lips press against mine.

For a moment I'm too stunned to do anything. Naomi's kissing me. She's actually fucking kissing me and I've been waiting so long for this that I forget about the consequences, about Emily and everyone else and for once I think about myself and kiss her back. I move so that I'm straddling her and carry on kissing her. She sighs in to my lips and the tiny noise is enough to bring me to my senses. I pull back, suddenly terrified about what's going to happen, about what she's going to say; except she kissed me first. So I slap her again. I raise my hand to push myself up against the back of the sofa, but she thinks I'm going to hit her again and she grabs hold of my wrist, making me lose my balance. I lurch forward and she crushes her lips against mine again, keeping a firm grip on my wrist so I can't pull away. I try and wrestle my arm free but in all honesty I'm not trying that hard and I'm still kissing her back.

I'm sick of her having the upper hand so my free hand snakes around the back of her head and I tug at her hair, yanking her head back. She whimpers in to my mouth and it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. My tongue brushes against her lip, drawing out her whimper as I deepen the kiss. She gets the message and lets go of my wrist, so I stop pulling her hair, but neither of us stops kissing the other.

Her hands make their way on to my legs, which are still wrapped around her thighs. If I had any sense I'd stop her, but I don't, so her hand slides higher, under my dress and up along my thigh. I busy my own hands with the buttons on her blouse, but my fingers are shaking as I try to undo them. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this, that we're actually doing this. I pout as I can't get more than the first one undone and Naomi smirks as she sits forward and nips at my lip. My eyes flutter shut and my hips grind down against her. Fuck, that really gets me going.

Her hand's still under my dress and the movement causes it to brush up against my centre. She deliberately flexes her fingers again and my hips grind down as I moan in to her mouth. I crush my lips against hers, kissing her hard as I push her down against the sofa and lie down over her.

"Katie-kins!" Fucking Cook! Shit, shit, shit! I almost fall over as I scramble to get up. I adjust my dress as Naomi buttons up her shirt and somehow we manage to look presentable when Cook walks in. He reeks of stale beer. "Naoms! Alright, who's up for a party?""I'm going to bed." I snap, my voice strained as I look anywhere but at Naomi. We both know what just happened was wrong and her face says it all. I make my excuses and head to my room. I bump in to Effy on the way and she takes one look at my swollen lips and knows exactly what Cook just interrupted.
"Scratching an itch?" I don't acknowledge her question and slam my door so hard behind me that the hinges rattle.I can't believe what I've just done, how close I was to fucking my twin's ex-girlfriend. I need to keep away from her; except we're all supposed to be going to Freddie's shed tomorrow to remember him and I can't get out of it. I change and climb in to bed and try to think of anything other than Naomi Campbell as my hand slips under my shorts.
"Katie?" There's a knock at my door and thank god Effy didn't just burst in like she usually does.
"What?" I grumble as she slips in to my room and climbs in to bed beside me.
"Cook's staying over tonight. I said he could have my bed, so I'm bunking in here with you." Fuck no. The pressure between my legs is unbearable and if I don't get off tonight I'm going to scream. Of course saying no to Effy is like talking to a brick wall so she settles in for the night and I'm screwed.

I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling and my lips move of their own accord. "I've been in love with Naomi since we were fourteen." I lie in the darkness waiting for her to say something; anything. I jump as I feel her lips press against my cheek.
"That's not an itch you should scratch Katie." She sighs and I think maybe she's talking about Freddie. I know she still blames herself for what happens. She thinks that if she hadn't loved him back he would still be alive.
"What am I supposed to do?" I feel tears slipping down my cheek again as I turn over and cuddle in to Effy. As much as I've taken care of her she's been my rock these past couple of years too. I don't know what I'd do without her. She always knows what I need and tonight is no exception.

"Start by making yourself feel good." She whispers in my ear and I think I'm about to make another mistake tonight as her hand replaces mine under my shorts.