Author's Note: A new chapter, yay! I just haven't been inspired to write lately. I know, lame. But, here I am, writing a new chapter. Thanks for the reviews/alerts/favorites. Emily's POV. Oh, and I got blood drawn today and my arm hurts like a bitch, however much that is. So feel bad, feel bad I say! On with it then!

I went on with my work just like any other night, except this time is different. I feel something resembling…guilt? It's not like I have anything to feel guilty about. Naomi isn't like my girlfriend. Like she would ever want to date me.

Right now I'm driving back to mine. She couldn't like me, could she? I mean I know we had a rocky start, but she must feel what I'm feeling, right? What am I feeling? I like her a lot, I know that. Argh, feelings are infuriating.

I pull into my driveway and see several lights in the house on. What the hell is Naomi doing up at this hour? I pick up my phone from where it was carelessly tossed in the passenger seat. Eight missed calls. Every single one from who? You guessed it. Naomi.

When I first saw Naomi I could immediately tell that she is vulnerable. She said she could read me like a book, well I could read her like a book with size forty font. She puts up a front like she doesn't care, but really she cares too much. Alright, switch off your soap box.

I walk in the house and am greeted by every single light in the house on plus very loud music. I walk into the living room and find very asleep Naomi curled up on the couch with the stereo system blaring. I walk over to the stereo and switch it off, and Naomi immediately springs to her feet. I open my mouth to ask her what the hell she is doing when she bursts into tears. I rush over and engulf her in a Fitch hug. I don't whisper reassuring words in her ear because that's bullocks. Sometimes, things just aren't going to be okay.

We end up spooning on the couch with her as the little spoon. I keep a firm hold around her middle as her sobs start to slow down. My head is buried in the crook of her neck occasionally planting kisses on her neck. I don't push her to tell me what's wrong for fear of her crying again. I didn't know it was possible for someone to sob so hard and long. She is now just silently crying, tears occasionally running down her face. The sight is almost as heartbreaking as her sobs.

'Emily.' She whispers. She sounds so broken. She is asking me not to ask. Asking if we can just forget for now.

'It's okay, Naomi.' She turns around and buries her head in my chest. I rub her back soothingly, but still say nothing. Like I said, not alright. 'Naomi.' She looks up at me expectantly. 'Let's go to bed.'

'I don't want to.' She replies quietly, her voice hoarse from crying.

'Come on, you can sleep in my room with me.'

'Alright.' She says practically inaudibly. I walk her up the stairs and into my room. Her eyes are almost closed at this point. 'Thanks, Ems.' I give her a sad smile and lay her down on one side of the bed. I walk over to my side of the bed and get in. Naomi immediately wraps her arms around my waist, clinging to me as if it makes her breathe better.

'Goodnight Naoms.' I watch her drift off to sleep and realize I am exhausted and soon drift off myself.

I wake up having had the best night of sleep in a long time. I usually take a shower when I get home from work for obvious reasons, but I couldn't leave Naomi in case she woke up. I try to get out of her hold, but she's surprisingly strong. I shake her a bit to get her to loosen it, but it only makes her tighten her grip. 'Naoms' I whisper. 'Naomi.' Nothing. 'Come on Naomi.' I prod. 'Naomi!' I yell. Her eyes fly open and she attempts to stand up, but ends up on the floor. 'Jesus Naomi.' I get up and quickly walk over to the other side of the bed and there Naomi is sat with the most adorable pout on her face. 'I'm sorry, you wouldn't let go.'

'So you decided to push me off the bed?' She immediately responds.

'I see you're alright then.' Her bottom lip starts to quiver, and I instantly feel bad. I'm such a twat sometimes. This girl has just had a breakdown, and I'm being a complete bitch. 'I'm sorry, don't cry.' I scoop her up back into the bed in one swift movement. I'm not too weak either, you know. I lean over and kiss her on the forehead. 'I'm sorry.' I repeat.

'Where are you going?' She asks.

'I need a shower.' I respond. Her face drops, and she doesn't even try to hide it. 'I'll be right back okay? I just feel gross.'

'Alright.' She whispers. I run into my bathroom grabbing some clothes on the way, and take the fastest shower I've ever taken. When I come back Naomi is fast asleep, or so I thought. I am just about to leave the room when I hear her ask where I'm going.

'I was going to fix you and me something to eat.'

'I'm not hungry.' She insists. 'Will you just come lay with me please?' She asks with a hopeful look on her face. I can't say no.

'Sure.' I walk over and get back into the bed. Naomi instantly clings to me, but I cling right back. It's nice to feel needed, wanted. And not superficially like with work. Those people want me, but they could just as easily find someone else to have sex with. Naomi wants ME. We both slip back into a light sleep.

I have only been asleep for a few minutes by the time on the clock, but Naomi wakes me up. She is thrashing about in bed. I try to calm her down, but she won't quit. I wake her up, and she looks startled.

'Are you okay?' I ask, immediately regretting it.

'What? Of course I am.' She answers. I'm immensely confused. I assumed her wild thrashing was a result of a nightmare.

'You were thrashing about.' I answer. A look of realization and embarrassment crosses her face.

'Sorry, I do that sometimes. I don't know why, but it happens.'

'Okay then.' I answer cautiously with confusion still clearly present on my face.

'I think I'm ready to get up now anyways.'

'We've only been sleeping a couple of minutes I answer.'

'I can't sleep now that you've gone and woken me up.' She quips. I stare at her with my mouth hanging open looking like a right twat, I'm sure. Naomi's back. 'Well don't just sit there. Make me breakfast?' She asks then grabs my hand and drags me out of bed.

'Ummm, Naomi?'

'Yeah?' She asks, confused.

'When did you get naked?' I ask, stifling a laugh. Realization crosses her face and she darts into the bathroom. I walk over to my wardrobe and pull out a long t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I open the door and throw them in.

I hear a muffled thanks and walk down the stairs to make breakfast, still chuckling to myself. Even if I laughed, Naomi is fit. Back to reality. I walk into the kitchen and start on some eggs. Naomi walks in a few minutes later still looking rather red. I decide to let her off easy. For now.

'So Naomi. Eggs?' She looks confused.

'Sure.' She says cautiously. She sits down at one of the benches at my island. I finish cooking and put her plate in front of her. I sit down with my own and we start eating. It isn't an awkward silence, but not comfortable either. 'Look, Emily. About last night-.'

'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.' I cut her off.

'I want to.' She says, reassuring me with a small smile. I nod to tell her to go ahead. 'I'm so scared.' She whispers. 'He really fucked me up. I can't even be in the house alone without every single fucking light on. I feel like he's right behind me, always. I never feel safe anymore. When you're with me, though, I can forget. I feel safe, comfortable. Like I don't always have to be looking over my shoulder because you'll protect me. I feel like I'm more myself with you than when I'm alone. I know I've just met you, but-'

'No.' I cut her off. 'I feel the same way. Safe, comfortable, real. Important.' I declare.

'Exactly.' She says. I don't know what this means, but it's something.

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