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So here's chapter 16. This one basically came out of bacon sandwichs and pringles! Oh and flavored water. I swear everything I do revolves around food.

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Tonight I really realised how insecure Emily actually is. I thought she was this strong person who was sure of herself in every way but seeing her reaction to my verbal diarrhea showed me how fragile she is. She broke down in front of me instantly after she noticed what I had said to her. I meant it, but didn't mean to say it so soon, I don't even think I was ready to say it, it just came out. I don't regret telling her per say, I just think it should have been said under better conditions. Watching her now, sleeping peacefully you would never think that she was insecure about anything, she looks like nothing could ever bother her, like nothing could ever cause such a reaction. But her eyes hold a different story. You can see that they are tired, confused. She's fragile. Her skin is stained by the few tears that were shed. If I can see this I'm guessing that her own twin will know that something happened, so really I should expect a bollocking later today from good ol' Katie Fitch.

It wasn't all tears and sad thought yesterday. Last night I realised that Emily is all I want in my life. She's all I want to think about, all I want to see. Always. She's fucking gorgeous. Who wouldn't want her, and I'm the girl that got her. Well done Campbell. It's not all about how she looks though, we just work. We laugh about god knows what. Just seeing her distracts me from whatever I'm supposed to be doing. Hearing her voice is even more distracting. She's the only person I want. Who would have thought that me, Naomi Campbell, would fall so hard.

I've recently realised that I know very little about Emily. I know fuck all about her past, I know fuck all about what she wants to do with her life now. I know even less about her family. I don't know what makes Emily tick. I've seen sides of Emily, sides that I don't think anyone has ever seen. She's complex, yet so simple. To be fair she knows even less about me. I've let her see me at my most vulnerable, which is something I rarely do, I've shared some of my fears with her but she doesn't know what makes me tick either. We know so little about each yet we just work. We fit together so perfectly. Even just lying here with Emily's head lightly resting on my chest, her hand draped across my stomach, is perfect.

Today we go home, back to reality. I'm scared. I've become comfortable in the little bubble that Emily and me have created here. We're safe in our bubble. It's impenetrable, no one can get to us here. Not even Katie. But going home means that we both have to go back to our lives before we met each other really. We became a couple here, on this trip, not at home in Bristol. In Bristol we were just sitting about with the big elephant of 'us' always around. It's like when there is a really fat woman in a room next to you but you're not sure if she's fat or just pregnant, but you can't say anything, well I might, but that's the general idea. The idea of 'us' was that big elephant in the middle of the room. Neither of us seemed to want to approach it, or were just to scared to, but here we were able to take the leaps needed. We both addressed the big elephant. Now there is no elephant, but at home it may be different.

Before we got on the bus Emily was ambushed by Katie and practically carried to the back of the bus. Emily just sent me an apologetic look and then disappeared, as for Katie, well she just scowled at me and flicked her hair dramatically before she also disappeared. It's like she thought she was the fucking phantom of the opera, well really she's just the bitch of the bus at this present time. I sat and sulked on my own for god knows how long until I fell asleep in some kind of uncomfortable position, that included my legs being held close to my chest and my head against the vibrating window. Sleeping without Emily by my side was as hard as I thought it would be. I couldn't settle into a deep sleep, I was always aware of what was going on around me. I could hear people speaking, well in JJ case mumbling to himself about god knows what. I was then woken up by Cook's booming voice, I opened one eye to see him grinning at me from the seat in front.

"Come on Blondie, there is a spare seat right next to the Cookiemonster and we need to have a chat about a certain red head." He said the last bit loud enough so everyone could hear. I think this is Cooks way of helping me and I can't help but smile. I must have been looking pretty fucking miserable for Cook thinking that he needs to help out.

"What's the news the babe?"

"Cook, don't call me babe, and there is no news, everything is just fucking fantastic." I flash a smile at him, that him and me both know is far from genuine. He just laughs and then looks at me with complete sympathy. I don't want to talk about what's bothering me. I don't want to talk about the fact that I think Emily and me are going to be different now that we are going home. I don't want to talk about any of it and Cook knows it so he just opens his arms out to me, inviting me to relax in his protective grip. I do so. He's like a big brother to me in some senses. I know that he's going to look after me no matter what happens. He cares about me more than most people do.

I don't remember falling asleep but when I open my eyes I see my house outside the window, Cook's gone, probably got dropped off at JJ's house earlier. Scanning the mini bus I see no one but my mum, sill asleep in the front seat. On looking around the bus again I see a small glint of red in the corner cuddled up against the window. A smile creeps upon my face involuntarily and I head over to the small figure resting against the window. Emily. She's wrapped up so tightly in my hoodie, holding it close to her body with the hood up, drowning her head as well. All I can see of her features is her small nose poking out of the shadow that has been formed by the hood. I sit next to her and kiss her nose ever so lightly. Plan Campbell again being used and having the desired effect. Emily stirs, while rubbing her nose with her small fist, causing small creases to form around and on her nose. Again I smile to myself as a sleepy Emily begins to wake. Her eyes slowly open and adjust to the light that is streaming in from the lamp posts outside. As she sits up, steadying herself slightly, causing more hair to fall into her face, I brush the rebellious strands and tuck them behind her ear. Movement is heard behind me and I see my mum smiling at me brightly, I return the smile and take hold of Emily's hand, helping her to her feet as I do. As Emily stands she wraps her other hand around my forearm, probably for extra support. Sleepy Emily is a clumsy Emily. Bless her. I pretty much drag Emily off of the bus, and have to help her up the stairs, fucking hell, when she decides to be tired she doesn't do a half arsed job of it, good thing she's small. I dropped Emily into my bed, which she happily settled herself into, I think about saying something, mocking her but then I hear the steady breathing and realise that she is, of course, dead to the world yet again. I carefully remove her shoes and pull the covers over her sleeping body, she reacts slightly but quickly goes back to her little dream world. I stand at my door and watch her for a bit, I wonder what goes on in her head sometimes. I wonder what she thinks about when she sleeps. I wonder what she dreams about. Fucking hell Campbell stop being a fucking pervert and get yourself to bed. I listen to my thoughts for once and strip down to my underwear and scramble into the small amount of space on my bed that hasn't been taken hostage by little Fitch. I get myself comfortable and look over at Emily with a smile on my face, I place a small kiss on her forehead and snuggle into her chest. "I love you." I whisper into my empty room and drift off into my own little dream world.

PARTY TILL YOU PASS OUT, DRINK TILL YOU'RE DEAD. DANCE ALL NIGHT TILL YOU CAN'T FEEL YOUR LEGS!

I'm woken up by music consuming every corner of my room. There can only be one person behind this rude awakening. Cook. I sit up in my bed to see him dancing around like a monkey with a huge grin on his face to a remix of bring me the horizon. Fucking hell he's already fucking wrecked.

"NAOMIKINS! IT IS NOW..." He looks at his watch, trying to figure out the time. he's actually more wrecked than I thought, "...4 IN THE AFTERNOON. YOU, ME AND RED HAVE AN APPOINTMENT AT KEITHS PUB WITH SOME SHOTS OF FUCK KNOWS WHAT!" His grin becomes even wider. I can't help the similar grin that spreads across my own face upon hearing his 'proposal' that is actually more of an order. There are no such things as questions with Cook. We just 'do' things. Don't think. A hand strokes my back and I turn round to see Emily, now wide awake with a smile stuck to her face also.

"Mornin'. So Em, you up for it?" She places a quick kiss on my lips before answering me. I could get used to waking up to a kiss from Emily Fitch.

"Fuck it." Her voice, it is actually perfection in the morning, well late afternoon, not that it really matters right now. I want to get completely trolleyed.

"Well said little red. You two now have half an hour to make yourselves beautiful, oh and by the way, always looking good in lingerie Naomikins. I now bid you adieu." Cook bows at us, rather ungracefully and exits the room in true Cook style, by walking into it first. I look down at my appearance once he's gone. I had completely forgotten that I was only in my underwear, good thing that I decided sleeping naked would be a bad idea. My eyes trail over to Emily's eyes and she looks more than satisfied with my current appearance. Pervert.

"Come on then Lady Muck, shower?"

"Good plan my little invalid."

Here we are at Keith's pub. Cook draped over the bar with multiple shots of tequila next to him on one side and vomit on the other. I think the tequila side is the more attractive at this present time. Emily and me are completely car parked. We agreed earlier that we were going to be car mobile but that theory has gone down the toilet. We are currently sitting under the bar laughing at fuck knows what. Originally I fell and found myself here but Emily, she threw herself on the ground, claiming that she also fell. Her inability to lie convincingly when under the influence in probably why we are laughing.

"So miss Fitch, welcome to my life." My arms are waving all over the place, trying to add a visual aid to my proclamation that these kind of activities are indeed my life. I hear a sound of complete disgust next to me and look over at Emily who has managed to get her hands on the shot of tequila from the top of the bar.

"I must say miss Campbell that I quite like the life you have here." She raises her shot dramatically and then practically throws it down her throat. The look on her face afterwards is priceless. I lean forward and look her right in the eye, I'm probably a bit too close but my awareness of proximity right now is zero.

"It's better now though."

"And why is that then Miss Campbell?"

"Because of a certain little red head."

"You're fucking Katie?" I spit out the drink I had just nobbled from the bar above us and start laughing so hard that my ribs hurt.

"Yes, I'm obviously completely head over heels in love with your sister."

"Head over heels?"

"Mmmhmm, now come on, I'm going to need your mighty mouse powers to get Cook home." I stand up and stumble a bit but steady myself on a bar stool, and somehow manage to hold one hand out to help Emily up also. She just looks at me with a confused smile on her face. The confusion dissipates and all that is left is amusement.

"Mighty mouse?" She raises her eyebrow to the perfect degree that is both sexy and gorgeous. I like to call it...sorgeous, or gexy. Neither of them sound that attractive really, I'll just settle on Emily. I smile at her and lean down, my face so close to hers that our noses touch.

"That." Kiss. "Is." Kiss. "You." I lean in, appearing to be about to kiss her again and then swiftly move away and get myself to my feet, and extend my hand again to Emily. She happily takes it and entwines our fingers, taking a few seconds to just stare at them. She's not aware that I'm just standing there watching her. Emily.

"Come on Em..." My words are completely cut off by Emily pulling me closer to her with a jolt and making our lips collide.

"I thought I deserved that kiss." A smile is sent my way, Emily's lip quirks at the side so beautifully, I don't think I could ever find one flaw about her appearance, even when she's just woken up, but I haven't seen her after a night at Keith's so waking up later should be interesting.

"I...LOVE THIS GIRL!" Well Cook's feeling better but not for long thought. He swings back on his bar stool a bit too far and manages to land on the floor. He can't be that hurt though, or he's just too fucked up to notice cos he jumps back onto his feet with a bit of a wobble. He then spots me and a grin rises on his face. He lunges towards me draping his hefty arm over my shoulders.

"Cook, turn the volume down yeah? We're going home, come along Cookiemonster." I only call him that because I know it will make him smile, and sure enough it does for a bit anyway.

"NO! I WILL NOT BE SILENCED." He giggles to himself, showing everyone in the pub a toothy grin. When I say everyone, I'm really referring to the old men drowning their beards in their beers and Keith who is also slumped over his own bar. He also sounds a little bit like Gandalf right now, 'YOU SHALL NOT PASS'. Poor Cook, he's started to sounds like an old wizard with quite an impressive beard. "I REALLY DO LOVE THIS GIRL." Cook has now taken to pointing at me, making it clear that he's talking about me.

"Come on Cookie." I look at Emily, and she takes the hint, she moves to Cook's other side, releasing my hand in the process and takes the other half of his weight on her shoulders. We drag him out, literally, and make our way down the road towards my house. Cook hasn't been quite quiet surprisingly...

"I REALLY LOVE YOU NAOMI CAMPBELL! YOU ARE A TOP NOTCH LEZZER." I spoke too soon.

"Cook, volume." He nods at me and puts one of his fingers to his lips like a small child obviously trying to hold a giggle in and failing. The silence is short lived as Cook doesn't seem to actually understand that specific concept of silence.

"You've been through a lot of shit but recently you have really come out on top. You've got a girl like little red here." He turns his attention to Emily and pats her on the head, she just smiles at him "You're a great girl Emilio man, I mean it takes a lot to get Blondie to trust anyone so you must have...SUPER POWERS OR SOMETHING." Cook moves his head closer to Emily, inspecting her I'm guessing, looking for any spider bites or Kryptonite repellent. All of Cook's gestures now are so over exaggerated, it's comical. Whenever he's addressing himself he points at his face, occasionally hitting his eye, but he brushes that off as nothing. When he addresses another person he points at them even more comically. "I mean you're tiny, like really small, not that that's a bad thing, you just are, but how could somebody SO SMALL make such an impact on Naomikins here. She came to me yano. MMHMM. She spoke to me, and she told me that she loved you. Yep that is what I recall happening." He's now pointing at his own head with his finger and inhaling a lot of air, flaring his nostrils in the process. This is Cook's version of a thinking face. "And that may seem like a small statement and all but the last person she said that she loved, apart from me of course was her...OW WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" I jabbed Cook in the ribs, hard, I knew it would shut him up. Emily looks at me, surprise written across her forehead at my sudden violent outburst, I just put on a fake smile and look back to Cook.

"Sorry...elbow slipped." I send Cook a sarcastic smile and just nods at me and stumbles into my house, letting himself in and slamming the door a little bit over dramatically, and then disappears. Emily continues to look at me, clearly very confused about what Cook was saying.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow?" Emily looks at me and I immediately look past her, I look at anything else but her eyes. She's probably angry, or at least ridiculously frustrated right now. Emily makes me look at her, she takes hold of my face and traces her thumb lightly over my lips. She makes my eyes meet her own. Her hands stay fixed there for a few moments, but Emily's balance isn't that good right now due to all of the drinks she was nabbing from the bar. Her hands to my shoulders, to help her stay steady. Poor little Fitch cannot hold her own alcohol well.

"Lightweight." I snort this out involuntarily and bow my head in front of her, she practically swoops in and bites my neck like she did back at the camp site. She does it even harder, I didn't think that was possible, obviously Emily's jaw knows no bounds. I can't help but swing my head back. Every touch, every kiss, every bite, every look just makes me fall more in love with her. Emily continues to suck on my neck, it seems to me that this whole biting thing has become quite the competition between Emily and me. Lets see who can leave the biggest and best mark on each other. I push Emily off me lightly and she comes into contact with the front door of my house. I grin at her and she sends me a cheeky smile, whilst biting the edge of her bottom lip. I walk towards her, my eyes fixed on her own. I get so close to her, sandwiching her between me and the door. My hands find their way to her hips easily, her own hands are covering mine, reinforcing my hold on her. We both lean in, the kiss is gentle, well it starts that way. Emily's hands move quickly and grip the back of my neck so she can pull me closer. I allow this to happen happily. The closer the better. I smile into every kiss. I always do.

We come crashing through the front door, some articles of clothing being thrown all over the place. We collide with a couple of walls as we make our way to the staircase. Getting up the stairs is going to be a challenge. The first step doesn't go well. We fall to the floor in a fit of giggles. We obviously start as we mean to go on. Once on our feet we start our second attempt and we do actually make it. I'm quite impressed, but it did involve bouncing from the wall to the banister and then back to the wall. So the top of the stairs, now we just need to make it to my room, which is...?

"I've completely forgotten where my room is." Emily snorts out a giggle at my drunken state and then kisses me quickly.

"I mean it could either be that way." I point to my right. "Or it could be that way." I point to my left. "Well, what a conundrum we have right now eh Em." She smiles at me widely and then grips my hand tighter and drags towards what I assume is my bedroom. Good thing she knows where my room is located. We make it to my room successfully, a couple of laughs along the way, a kiss here and there. We literally fall onto the bed laughing about nothing again. I have never laughed so much in my life, and it is starting to really hurt my ribs, but of course the good kind of hurt that makes my heart beat just that little bit faster. I'm on top of Emily, barely clothed and just looking at her. Admiring how gorgeous she is all the time. A smirk then rises to my lips, but it quickly vanishes when Emily looks at me, her eyes wide. She wriggles out of my grasp and runs out of my room really quickly. This causes me to land flat on my face on my mattress. I throw on a jumper and head out of my room following my red head. I only make it out to the landing when I see her, she looks tired suddenly. No smile on her lips anymore. I'm guessing she just saw the contents of her stomach being emptied into the toilet. I smile at her. I always find that when people throw up because of alcohol that I always laugh. Mainly because I never throw up when I've been drinking, never have and never plan to. I'm made of stern stuff. Stomach of steel.

"Come here my little lightweight." I open my arms to her so I can hold her for a bit. She laughs lightly at her new little name and walks towards me. She's seems to be comfortable in my arms so I start to guide us both towards my room, quite clumsily, which just ignites a couple more giggles. I leave Emily in my bed for a bit and go and get her some bread and water. That's always good when you feel sick. Bread and water. I smile to myself when I realise how intelligent I sound in my head. Well I feel like I'm intelligent anyway. I pop into the spare room quickly and check on Cook. He's completely passed out bless him, he didn't even make it to the bed. He's just slumped on the ground next to the bed. I put the plate of bread down for a minute so I can slip a pillow under his head. I can be nice when I really want to be. I should get back to Emily.

When I get to my room Emily's sitting there on her ones looking rather adorable. She's taken it upon herself to fetch herself one of my t-shirts. Again she goes for my pig shirt, obviously her new favorite. I smile at her and pass her the bread which she practically shovels down her throat.

"You eat like an obese old man."

"Thanks." She says this with her mouth full of food, so all I really hear is a quite a bit of gibberish. She then just smiles at me, obviously proud of herself for something. Probably because she managed to actually eat something without throwing it up instantly. I lie down once she's finished her bread and she follows suit. She lies with her head on my chest and her hand tracing invisible patterns on my stomach. I smile and kiss the top of her head.

I wake up to a cold bed. No Emily. I look round completely confused. She's not in my bed. She's no where in my room either. I always wake up before her though, she's eats and sleeps like an obese man. I'm starting to think that she is indeed an obese old man in a petite red heads body. But her clothes are here from last night so she must be in the house somewhere. I get out of my room, I'm a bit dizzy, slightly woozy but I think I can manage the stairs. It's got to be easier to get down the stairs than up. I trip down the last few steps and land face down.

"Are you okay love?" I hear my mums voice from the kitchen, she must have heard the thud from when I landed on the floor. Fucking hell that hurt. I also hear giggles from the kitchen, well at least I know Emily's here laughing at my clumsiness. As per usual.

"Yeah, I think my face cushioned the fall. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." I get myself to my feet and make my way towards the kitchen and the first thing I see is Emily, still wearing my pig shirt, sitting at the table with mother dearest having a cup of tea and a good old chat. I take my seat next to Emily and my mum passes me a nice hot cup of tea, no sugar but a shit load of milk.

"So Naoms...would you like some tea with your milk?" I get that from everyone when they see how I have my tea.

"You're so funny Em. It's nicer this way thank you very much. So what were you two talking about while my face was being introduced to the hard wood flooring?"

"Oh nothing...just having a chat."

"Of course you were."

So yes, that was chapter 16. I'm not keen on all of it myself, but that's just my personal opinion, but you lot really did deserve updates since I've been away for a week and the such like and also because of all your amazing reviews you deserve updates :D.

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