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"Well fuck me"

"I know"

"But you didn't tell her?"

"She didn't give me a chance"

"Well I guess it's time for a grand gesture"

I stare at Effy, bewildered and raise my eyebrow, with a what the fuck are you talking about look on my face.

"You know, a really big gesture that sums up everything you feel about her, how much she means to you and how sorry you are", replied Effy, fiddling with her camera as she snapped shots of me playing guitar on our porch, as I recounted my evening with Emily and how of course when I awoke the next morning she had disappeared.

I stared at her blankly.

"Oh come, Naoms, you know in the movies, some big fucking gesture at the end. Like a giant banner, poster, poem, big speech, marriage proposal, chasing her at an airport", laughed Effy at my disgusted expression, before looking between my guitar and me mysteriously, "maybe even a song".

"Fuck off", I say laughing before realizing she's serious, " come on, me sing? To Emily?"

"Well it would be terribly romantic though, and we both know that deep down Emily is a sucker for romance", she replied dreamily.

"Effy, you've been fucking Cook too much, you've clearly taken a love injury to the head", I reply, strumming and humming a tune, " One; it would be mortifying, she'd think I was a total twat. Two; I may be able to sing okay but I definitely can't play well enough and three; I doubt there is a song to make up my feelings for Emily"

"Well, Naomi, one; you're a great singer and we could ask Cook if he knows some people in a band, two; there must be a song you know that you listen to because it sums up Emily to you in a whole and three; maybe that exactly what you need, to be a complete twat and embarrass yourself for Ems, show her how far you'd go for her", replied Effy finishing her roll of film and sitting next to me, her hand resting on top of one of mine.

"Well I think your right I do need a gesture but I don't know about singing, give me a few days", I replied as she stood up and smiled at me

"Just don't leave it to long, Naomi, time is against you right now, the longer you leave Emily out in the cold the faster she'll slip through your fingers and remember, its about Emily, it doesn't have to be singing her some stupid song, its about showing her you love her", she throws over her shoulder before leaving me out in the dying afternoon sung, my thoughts consumed by Emily.

"Okay, troops, we all know why we're here and its time to put 'Operation Grand Gesture' into action", I said as I paced our living room with Freddie, Effy and Cook all sitting around looking smiling at me, "Cook, everything organised on your end?"

"Yes, Captain Blondie", Cook laughed at me, before quietening down at my serious expression

"Sergeant Stonem, you have everything in place?", I asked smiling but with a stern voice.

"Yes, ma'am, everything is in position"

"And Private Stonem-McClair, do you understand our mission?", I asked the little boy, very seriously.

"Yes, Captain Nomi, our mission is to make Aunty Emily fall in love with you and then she will take care of the fire in your pants", replied the little boy giggling.

"Cook! You didn't have to repeat that you know", I yelled at him, my face burning.

"Oh come on, Naomikins, he doesn't know what it means", Cook giggled like a schoolgirl with Effy.

"You better get ready, Naomi, you haven't got long", Effy called to me as I left the room.

"Here goes nothing", I mutter to myself before getting ready.

The rooftop party was in full swing, it was Effy's newest opening, lanterns casted soft half glows, the smell of exotic food filled the air, the gentle sway of jazz filled my eyes along with the soft rumble of people mingling and clinking of drinking glasses. I inhaled and exhaled sharply; nerves begin to set in as I caught a glimpse of Emily through the crowd.

She looked stunning, a short navy dress that clung in all the right places, her hair long like that in her teens, falling over her shoulders in that vibrant head. I was transfixed. She seemed so light and careless, so uninhibited and natural. Maybe she doesn't need me, I thought to myself; maybe she'd be better off without me. Then I caught sight of the bandage wrapped around her hand, and a thousand emotions and images washed over me. Barely touching, barely living, I couldn't continue to barely love Emily. I glanced down at myself, I wasn't dressed for a party but dressed as me. Ripped up white jeans with a black vest top and leather jacket pulled over the front and red heels.

I had shakily applied a light amount of make-up, putting emphasis on making my eyes smoky blue and deep red lipstick. I smiled at myself, before realizing it was almost time, my heart skipping a beat. The lights began to dim, emitting the softest of glows over the crowded rooftop. I'm presently hidden behind a huge screen, which was Effy's new work, a huge video montage of our teenage years; our relationships, our drinking and drug use, our fucking, our happy moments, our sad moments.

I never remembered Effy with a single camera yet it was all there, all of us. Cook. Effy. Panda. Freddie. Thomas. JJ. Katie. Me. Emily. We were Effy's work. The dimming is my signal and I wait as the other members of the band walk on stage and set everything up, my grip on guitar tightening as I try not to have a panic attack. Emily. That's all that matters.

Somehow I find the courage as I step onto the stage, my identity still hidden and the screen flicks on. I see Emily, as horror and shock transform over her face but I never break eye contact with her. I love you, Emily.

"It was always you", I whisper into the microphone in front of me, my eyes never leaving Emily's. I hear the soft melody begin and my fingers find the notes of my guitar perfectly and I lose myself in the lullaby and Emily's eyes, my voice filling the silent rooftop while my teenage years with Emily and the gang play on the screen.

All I know is that you're so nice

You're the nicest thing I've seen

I wish that we could give it a go

See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl

I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world

I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile

I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out

But you always wanna know what I was about

I wish you'd hold my hand

When I was upset

I wish you'd never forget

The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot

That you loved secretly

'Cause it was on a hidden bit

That nobody else could see

Basically, I wish that you loved me

I wish that you needed me

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,

Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break

I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake

I wish that without me you couldn't eat

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen

And I wish that we could see if we could be something

Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

As the melody died away, I felt icy droplets hit my face, mingling with the hot tears already streaming down my face. I never break contact with Emily, even as the song and video finish and the rain starts to pour, and its just before the rooftop goes black I realize she's crying too.