I listened to Teenage Dream - Katy Perry 58 times for this chapter! :P
So, my lovelies here's the update for you lot :) The feedback for the last chapter was pretty bloody brilliant, you're all far too lovely :') so thank you!
Now I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get done. Honestly it should have been done yesterday, but then everything went a bit to shit. Well a lot to shit...moral of the story I shouldn't be allowed to speak! EVER!
Anyway...as promised I have a longer chapter :) isn't that marvellous!
I DON'T OWN SKINS.
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These past few days have been tough, dealing with the fact that Emily is leaving in a matter of days really takes it's toll. I mean me and Emily are fine, still completely in love but there's this new found tension between us. Neither one of us has spoken much about her leaving since I found out.
Emily's been spending as much time as she can with me, but she has to pack and make sure everything is organized for when she gets to London, so a lot of her time is spent at her own home with Katie. Of course it irritates me that she's not with me as much anymore, it irritates me that I have to wake up without her by my side every morning, our limbs entwined beautifully. But realistically I have to get used to it. Both of us do.
If I'm honest I just don't think I could stand being around anything that involved Emily leaving. Even though we haven't spoken about it directly Emily's been saying, before she left my house or over the phone before we said goodnight; "I'm not leaving you." Of course it felt like she was, I can't help the thoughts in my head telling me that she's leaving because she doesn't want me, I can't stop myself from thinking that she's not going to come back. But I've decided I need to stay out of my head, spend more time in reality realising that Emily is in no way leaving me.
I'm perched on the counter, wearing an old band t-shirt and one of Emily's hoodie's that she insisted that I keep in exchange for her keeping mine and a pair of shorts, with some knee length socks that I should really pull up, but my feet are so far away from my hands. I've tried to stretch as far as I can to reach them, but it just isn't happening. I settled on just sitting here comfortably with a cup of tea and a biscuit, trying to distract myself from everything that is going on in my head. I know that Emily is now leaving in 3 days now and she's spending today with Katie, going over final preparations and the like. So here I am, on my own doing fuck all. I mean I could probably do something constructive with this new found free time that I have. But no, I'm sitting here drinking my cup of tea. Well when I say 'drinking' it's more like I'm sitting and staring at the cup itself, occasionally shaking the cup lightly and watching the ripples form on the liquid.
"Right Naomi." I look up from the cup and see my mum looking around the kitchen for her keys while talking to me. "I'm off to the shops, do you want anything in particular." She looks up at me and her expression changes from slightly exasperated to one of sympathy.
Oh yes, my main concern right now is what I want for dinner later. That's obviously what I really care about right now. "No." I answer her bluntly with a blank expression plaguing my features.
"She's not leaving you Naomi, remember that." I look up to my mum, blinking my eyes in disbelief that she even coined onto the fact that this was bothering me. She just smiles at me simply and places a kiss on my forehead. When she pulls away from me I can't meet her eye line, but decide to voice what's really bothering me, even though it appears she already knows somehow.
"Why does it feel like she is then?" My voice is small and quiet, barely audible. My blue eyes firmly fixed on staring at the rapidly cooling cup of tea in my hands.
"Because you're in love." She says it likes it's that is the obvious explanation for this. I know I'm in love, but that can't be the only reason that I feel like she's leaving me for good.
"That is the only reason love." I look up at her again and can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips.
"Emily and you seem to both possess the ability to know what I'm thinking just by looking at me."
"You're easy to read sometimes, anyway, I'm just going to pop upstairs and then I'm off out shopping, I'll be an hour or so. Please don't just sit here like a miserable git." I'm about to send back a witty comment but she's already out of the kitchen, practically sprinting up and down the stairs again and then out of the house by the time I even think to speak. So again, just sitting on the kitchen counter with my cup of tea. Well this is exciting, one may even say riveting.
It's been a grand total of 5 minutes since my mum left the house when I hear the door open and shut again quickly. She probably forgot her list or something knowing her. Dozy bitch.
"Mum?" no answer. "MUM!" still no answer. Is she fucking deaf as well or something? Fucks sake. I move from my place on the counter, leaving my tea behind and make my way through to the hallway. Where the fuck is she? I check the lounge first, not there, then go all the way upstairs. She's not in her room, not in the bathroom. I get to my room and see a post-it note attached to my door; "KICHEN" well it's my mums hand writing, so she must have somehow gotten upstairs, and then come back downstairs and gone into the kitchen without me seeing her at all? Because that sounds very plausible. I reluctantly make my way down the stairs, making every step take twice as long as it usually would if I had any kind of motivation to actually go down there. My shoulders are down, Emily's hoodie sliding off my shoulder ever so slightly, my socks have sagged even more so now they are just a bunched up mess at the end of my legs. Once I hit the hard wood floor at the bottom of the stairs I turn lazily to face the kitchen, well I can't see my mum in the door way, but I can see my cup of tea, my cold cup of tea.
"For fucks sake. MUM?" Still no fucking reply. "Fucking useless." I mumble under my breath as I make my way back to the kitchen. I walk right up to my cup of tea and just stare at it with complete disgust. "You are a failure of a cup of tea. I hope you're ashamed of yourself. Tosser."
"I'm sure it would hang it's head in shame if that were possible." I whip my head round, quickly as possible upon hearing her voice, a huge smile already present on my face, which is met by an even bigger one.
"I thought you were helping Katie today?" My smile changes at the thought that Emily's leaving soon. I'd gotten myself to forget about it, just for a moment, and just mentioning the fact she was supposed to be with Katie, organizing them moving to London just brought me right back to reality. Emily just walks towards me, full of confidence. Her eyes never leave my own. Once she's in front of me her hands move up to cup my face, pulling me towards her making our lips connect. I'm a bit confused, mainly because I'm really quite tired but I quickly snap out of my sleep induced confusion and kiss her back. Of course I kiss her back, after not seeing her for the best part of 4 days I can't not kiss her back. My hands move on their own, pulling her closer to me by wrapping them around her waist. She laughs lightly against my own lips which causes a giggle of my own to escape. We pull away from each other momentarily and I just look at her. She looks tired, not overly tired, but it's not Emily's normal look.
"Are you okay Em?" I look at her seriously, my voice full of concern.
"I've just missed you, I know it's only been a few days, but honestly that's a few days too long." A small smile forms again on her lips. I lean down to capture them for a moment, enjoying the moment for a bit longer until I pull away again to speak.
"I've missed you too."
"How are we going to manage without each other eh?" She sounds amused, probably trying to remove any tension that may form due to talking about this general topic. I let out a short laugh, also removing any tension. It's true though, we are rather pathetic.
"Really though, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what prompted this wonderfully spontaneous visit?" Emily's smiles up at me.
"Well for one your mum rang me, said you were being a miserable git recently" Her expression then changes to one that's more serious "and also because..." Her sentence trails off into nothing, her eyes darting around the kitchen, looking at anything but me. What's she not telling me? I take hold of her face, stroking my thumb along her jaw line.
"What is it Em?" I sound serious, more serious than I ever have in my whole life which seems to shock Emily, her face changes again. It's like she can't make her mind up about what face to use. Some people are so indecisive.
"No no! It's not that bad. You see, Katie was talking, as she does a lot and she may have told my parents about you and me. Well she mentioned that I have a girlfriend, god knows how she got onto the subject but basically they insisted,"
"Em."
"well my dad insisted that he meets you before we leave, I mean you don't have to come, I'd completely understand you not wanting to."
"Em."
"The food will be shit, and the companies' even worse. But I was told to ask you."
"Are you done?"
"I was babbling wasn't I?"
"Just a bit." I smile down at her a place a small kiss on her nose, which causes it to crinkle up ever so slightly, one of Emily's many adorable traits.
"So?" Emily looks up at me, her eyes completely full of hope. I can't help but smile at how sweet she can be sometimes.
"When is this lovely Fitch family dinner?"
"They were thinking about maybe tomorrow?"
"Perfect." Now, I may sound really rather confident about meeting her parents. But honestly, I'm more scared of them than I am of Katie. I know nothing about them, I don't know what they do, I don't know what they look like. I know fuck all. All I've really gathered is that Emily's mum is a bit of a bitch. It's obvious though that me meeting her parents is going to be a completely different experience than when Emily "met" my mum. My mum's not exactly typical, she goes mushroom foraging and used to let strangers just come and live in our house. That's not exactly normal. But my mum and Em get on like a house on fire.
"You're scared." For a minute there I completely forgot the red head who's hands are still wrapped around my neck.
"I'm not scared."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." Emily raises her eyebrow slightly, obviously questioning me with her eyes. "I'm not scared."
"Of course you're not." Once again Emily pulls me into another one of her mind blowing kisses. Our lips move together perfectly in tandem. Her hands finally release my neck, and move down to my waist while she lightly pushes me back into the kitchen counter behind me. Once I meet the counter her hands move, one of either side of me, using the counter as support. My own hands cup her face gently, my thumbs lightly grazing her cheekbones and finally entangling my fingers in her hair. Emily pushes me back further, forcing me to perch on the edge of the counter again. Our lips never disconnect, not even when I do manage to hoist myself onto the counter. Once I'm finally in place on the counter Emily pushes my hoodie off of my form, and pulls at my t-shirt, hinting that she wants it to disappear quite swiftly, our lips disconnect for less than a second when Emily's pulling my shirt off. As soon as it's gone our lips meet again. My hands finally leave her jaw line and start pulling at her own t-shirt. I manage to pull her shirt up slightly and can feel her skin under my finger tips. Her breath hitches the minute my fingers come into contact with her own skin which just makes me smile into the next wave of kisses that follow. I feel her lips curve up into a smile which causes an involuntary smile to form upon my own lips. We finally take a break, catch our breath and take in the views in front of both of us. All I see is the flawless body that belongs to my girlfriend. When I finally manage to pull my eyes away from her body I look up to see her own eyes looking me up and down. I don't feel self conscious under her loving gaze, I feel completely at ease with myself. Emily finally meets my eyes, and takes my hand, gently pulling me off the counter into a short sweet kiss. Emily pulls away from me for a moment and just stands there and looks at me. I look back at her slightly confused, I don't really understand why she's just looking at me.
"You really are stunning Naoms." The sincerity in her voice knocks me back a bit, not physically but I swear my stomach just got punched by another organ in the digestive system. When I recover I manage to make a joke, as per usual.
"I'm wearing saggy socks, old short shorts and no top. Model material right here." Emily lets out a short laugh and then smiles at me, her eyes full of love while she looks at me.
"I've always thought you were beautiful, even when you were falling over a parachute."
"Please, never bring that up again, it's just overly embarrassing." I lower my head in pure embarrassment at that memory. Like most memories that I have, I tend to make a complete tit out of myself at one point or another. I feel Emily's hand push my chin up to I'm looking her right in the eyes.
"You're beautiful Naomi." Now I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable. Compliments and me just do not mix. It's like oil and water. It will just not mix together, no matter how hard you try. It's not that I don't appreciate compliments, I do, but I just find it really hard to believe them. I look around the room, and start to fiddle with the top of Emily's jeans, pulling at the material. Emily takes hold of my hands and laces our fingers together, swinging our hands side to side a little bit.
"And also rather adorable when you're embarrassed." A smile creeps over my lips and I finally look up into those gorgeous brown eyes looking back at me, the colour in her eyes dancing around in complete amusement, a huge cheeky grin being thrown in my direction. I can't help but laugh, I mean it is quite funny really.
On my way to the only shady spot about I manage to slip on the parachute itself!
"CHRIST ON A FUCKING BIKE!"
"You alright Naomi?"
Following the voice that has just addressed me I am met with those beautiful brown eyes and that, now familiar, smirk.
"You know, this isn't amusing, I smacked my head with something? Possibly my own arm, I don't know."
"Come here you daft sod."
Emily places herself on the floor next to me. She's a lot more graceful. She looks at me, squinting her eyes just a tiny bit, probably looking for my war wound.
"There's nothing there." Again that amused smirk is back.
"Then why does my face feel like it's been hit with a fucking frying pan?" I frown. It's all I can manage at this moment. My face actually really hurts right now.
My short laugh from earlier is replaced by a growing guffaw. It really is quite funny how clumsy I can be sometimes. Before my laugh manages to escalate to it's full potential Emily takes hold of the hem of my shorts and pulls me towards her, pulling me into a strong kiss. Our lips connect, our tongues connect. I push her up against the nearest surface which happens to be a wall, no surprise there. I always find myself getting easily carried away when our lips connect, not that that's a bad thing. We stay connected as I guide Emily out of the kitchen and towards the stairs but stop dead in my tracks when she decides to bite down on my ear lobe and then working her way kissing along my jaw line, I can't help but revel in the contact I'm receiving. My head involuntarily swings backwards, like I've lost all control of my neck and Emily pushes me back gently until we come into contact with the wall. She finally makes it to my neck. She traces her lips over the length of my neck and along my collar bone and back up to my neck again. When she finally bites down I can't even try to suppress the moan that escapes my lips. I feel Emily smile against my skin.
When I finally regain some kind of muscular control I take hold of Emily's hand firmly and take her up the stairs, stopping occasionally just to admire her flawless beauty, even when she's a little bit flustered.
"I love you." The words leave my lips with such ease, like I've been saying them all my life to this one person. It's so easy to just 'be' with Emily. It's easy to say how much I love her straight to her face. Everything is just so easy with her. The best thing about saying that I love her is her reaction, her smile grows to the biggest and brightest smile I've ever seen. Without these 3 words I don't think she'd smile as much as she does now. I know for me, knowing that someone is in love with me. Me of all people is a feel that I don't think I could even try to describe, even though by just thinking that I've described it as indescribable which is itself a description.
"Naomi. For once please, just get the fuck out of your head and kiss me." The cheeky smile on her face is all I need to persuade me to kiss her again, not that I really need persuading as such. I pull her towards me, probably with more force than was intended which sends us both hurtling to the hard wood floor of the upstairs landing. I land first, my back hitting the floor with less force than I was expecting. But it still hurt like a fucking bitch. Emily lands next, right on top of me, I can hear her laughing at our predicament, but she quickly makes herself more comfortable, one of her hands caressing my waist lightly, the other supporting her weight above me. My own hands quickly found their place gripping around her waist, settling on the small of her back.
"You know, ever since I've been with you I have fallen over so many more times than usual." Emily lowers herself down slightly, placing a light kiss on my nose.
"It's a Campbell thing."
So, both of us gathered ourselves, helping each other up in between giggles. I was quite tempted just to let her fall back to the floor when I was helping her up, but I don't think that would go down too well so I resisted. Once both standing, Emily laced our fingers together instantly, as she tends to do. I smile at the sight of her hands entwined and pull her towards my bedroom. I let Emily in, like a true gent and close the door behind me.
I always find it intriguing to watch Emily walk around my room sometimes. She's been here so many times before but whenever she's here it's like she see's my room for the first time every time. It's probably because it keeps changing. New pictures go up, new books are piled up in the corner, new clothes (mainly hers) taking over the floor. It's safe to say my room is full of surprises. Emily walks round, making her way, as usual, towards the wall directly opposite my door. It's completely covered in photos. Photos from old parties, new parties, photos of Cook and me, JJ doing magic tricks, Effy just being Effy. I have photos of everyone up there. And recently some new pictures have been acquired from the camping trip. Pictures of Emily and me, some that we were completely unaware of them being taken. We look so peaceful, it's nice to have these memories around me. It makes me feel safer. I lean against the door, still just watching a half dressed Emily pad about my room. Her hand tracing our faces on some of the photos.
"I didn't even know these were taken."
"Neither did I until Effy showed me."
"She took them?"
"I think so."
"Can we just lie here, in your bed I mean, for a bit?" My eyes are finally met with Emily's. She looks at me, hope radiating from her expression. I smile at her, just simply smile and make my way over to my bed, pulling the duvet back a bit for us to get in. We both remove the remainder of our clothing a slide in with ease. Emily quickly finds her familiar place in my bed, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm lazily over my exposed stomach.
"Naoms. I don't want to go." Her voice is quiet, unsure, it reminds me of when I first met her. That little quiet red head who couldn't seem to speak even when I shoved a t-shirt over her head.
"What?"
"I don't want to leave you." She sounds broken, like this has been bothering her for a while. Well if she's known she was going to be leaving me at some point then wouldn't it obviously bother her, not that I'm tooting my own horn or anything.
I place a kiss on her forehead. That's all I can do. I don't know what to say. I don't want her to leave either, but it's university, and she's not going to be gone forever, only for a bit at a time. We can both handle a bit at a time, I hope we can both handle a bit at a time. I hear Emily sniff slightly and sit up, bringing her with me. I hold her face in my hands, looking at her properly. She looks like she's about to break into little pieces. She's so fragile and has obviously been holding all of this in for god knows how long. I stroke my thumb along her cheek bone, brushing away unshed tears and smile sympathetically at her.
"Em, I love you. I'm pretty sure we can both handle this okay?" She nods slightly and I hear her voice, it's so quiet, barely audible. I have to use my lip reading skills to help me decipher what she's saying. "I love you too."
Our foreheads connect. The contact seems to help calm Emily down. My hands stay fixed to her cheeks, holding her close to me. We stay in complete silence, nothing more needs to be said. We're together, that's all that's needed right now.
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