This is me being a pussy. I haven't had time to write like anything at all because I'm like working everyday and my free time consisted in me sleeping or eating. That's why I have broken this chapter in two parts, so I will be able to concentrate on it so soon. Sorry for the delay, but really... Marv is absolutely busy.

As always, you girls are absolutely brill and awesome with your replies. Thanks for making me happy. Rocking is ending and now I will be stuck with Fun Comes Dressed In Black (you can take a look, I promise you'll like it).

And now, as always. I don't own anything but me.

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Chapter 17, part 1.

Naomi 'the Snowflake' Campbell was pissed and that was the fucking statement of the year. Why? Well, she put two and two together and discovered that Emily was acting weird because she knew that Effy was having an affair with drugs.

So she was pissed. Angry, disappointed, she was... fuck, Emily hadn't being sincere with her! She had been her fucking girlfriend for almost a year and she... she hided that huge thing.

(She tried to be pissed with Effy, too, but her friend was starting rehabilitation and she really knew how bad drugs could be, so she wasn't angry with her at all because she... she couldn't. And the anger she had inside she threw it over Emily, of course. And it was so fucking selfish and hypocrital, to do that, but she couldn't help it).

Betrayal; that's what the right word to sum what she felt - and Emily could see it in her icy blue eyes. They weren't sparkling the way they used to sparkle when Naomi looked at her.

They broke up - well... Naomi just said that she needed some time to think by herself but what did that mean? No calls, no meetings... and Emily was so fucking sad that she did what she needed to do.

She told them that she needed a break, and that she was going to leave the band for a month or two, just trying to focus.

It was devastating and even if they started the tour... God, they had to cancel the first ten concerts and to relocate them after Wembley. It affected the band; of course, and knowing that they were disappointing their fans and that they didn't know if Emily was going to come again, they... their world was literally falling into pieces.

At least, Effy was recovering. That was a huge step - yeah it was - but Effy felt bad for her best friend and even if the things with Katie were all dandy, magnificent and wonderful... God, they weren't together and it was her fault.

She did what she had to do: and Emily was on Spain, doing some 'literature shit' so she reserved a flight to Seville and convinced her to stop being a pussy, because she was so fucking in love with her that it was even disgusting and during those months (January and February) she was just dragging her feet around the world, as the dust motes of the wild wild west.

Even Katie told her to stop drooling: they all needed Emily and the only person who could bring her back home was her: Naomi Campbell, the guitarist.

Heatrow - Barcelona and then, another flight to Andalucía. Result? 8 hours between the airport and the air, a knackered body but some hope.

What the fuck, she was nervous... because she needed her too - and she didn't tell anybody but she couldn't hide it anymore: she wanted Emily to be 'her' last. Her only. She wanted to go to sleep every night with her and her silky face was the thing she wanted to see the first when she wake up every morning.

And a fucking set of keys was trembling along with her hands and she just opened the door - and she didn't see anyone and she panicked.

But she didn't at all when she saw the book upwards the table. It was so fucking Emily that she had to grin widely.

And she sat and waited because she would always wait for her.

(And her eyelids were heavy, and her back ached and she was so fucking tired that she thought she could fall asleep right there, and she did... she did that until the most angelical voice woke her up).

"¿What the fuck are you doin'

And Naomi furrowed her brow and opened her eyes slowly. "F-fuck... hey, Emily..."

But the petite girl seemed happy to see her there - not at all. Fuck's sake, Naomi had almost left her and that fucking hurted so much that... it was insane. "I've asked you something."

The blonde sighed, then. "You know? This is a cool place. The housekeeper asked me who I was... h-he has been so kind with me."

"Naomi..."

Naomi stared at her. "I've told him that you are the love of my life and he gave me a copy of the keys." She said, swinging the keys between her fingers.

Emily felt like her heart was going to explode (because it's going so fast) and walking toward the couch she sat, hugging Naomi so close to her than it actually hurt. "Babe..." Naomi started to sob on her shoulder and Emily shushed her and calmed her with all the love she... God, she loved her. She loved her too much.

"I can't... without you I-I can't do this anymore, Emily." Naomi sobbed and the redhead caressed her cheek so lovingly. She wiped the blonde's tears with her thumbs. "I love you."

"I love you too." Murmured Emily, trembling with nerves.

The redhead cupped her cheeks with her hands and she kissed her. Naomi knew in that moment that Emily was being sincere, that she loved her. "Let's start again." Said Naomi when they pressed their foreheads together. "I want to be good for you."

"Hun, you've been-"

Naomi shook her head again and Emily caressed her cheek. "I know you've been so stressed and I was so excited about the album and..."

"I love you, Naomi." Said Emily with a determination that made Naomi's body tremble. "I love you, I haven't stop loving you and I won't stop loving you EVER, OK? I did some wrong things too."

The blonde raised her eyebrows, surprised, and she tried to be sincere with the little redhead. "Emily, you are perfect."

Emily shook her head, staring at that blue orbs that made her be lost and with no intention to be found. "I left you."

"You didn't." They both stared at each other and when Emily started to laugh, Naomi joined her and they hugged so strongly. "We're absolutely idiots."

Emily nodded. "How the fuck have you come here?"

Naomi sighed, cuddling with Emily on the couch and kissing her forehead. "Airplane. Heathrow-Barcelona and then, another flight to Sevilla."

"But... HERE?"

The blonde smiled. "Katie knows your PC's password and I supposed that you booked everything online... Effy's idea. She was feeling guilty and they paid it all."

Emily smiled, too. "Too much smartarse, this brunette."

Naomi stared at her. "I-I needed to see you, so what's the point?

The redhead sighed, then. She felt a little bit selfish, Naomi was handing all the rumours and all the press completely alone and after all there she was, claiming her.

And damn... she was the one who was pissed, not Effy or Katie, not herself... Naomi. The betrayed one.

And Naomi was right there for her, God...

Emily knew that she was 'hers' that night. There wasn't another way, she would never love anyone the way she loves that brave blonde. Never.

She buried her face on Naomi's chest and the blonde caressed her hair, so slowly. The blonde had a meeting with an Italian magazine the next day but she couldn't give a shit about it. Naomi felt that she was where she was meant to be. "I am so sorry." Whispered Emily and Naomi shushed her, kissing her forehead.

"It's me who is sorry."

They smiled and the redhead let scape a chuckle. "We could stay all night saying sorry, you know?"

Naomi stared at her, smirking. "What a shame it would be."

"Any better plans?" Asked Emily raising an eyebrow.

The blonde nodded and kissed her, passionately and Emily knew that they were going to make love again, after a couple of months of rought fights and tension.

She was happy. She felt loved.

Naomi was there and Emily was planning to keep her by her side forever.

Yeahhh. See you soon, pinky promise.

#Marv