I'm so sorry for the wait. I really am. I was going to update on Wednesday but my computer died for the day. So I made sure that I updated as soon as I had power. This one has taken me a while and I hope you like it.

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Hopefully this chapter will keep you all going until I can update gain. :)

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EMILY'S POV

After seeing Naomi at dinner, I hadn't left my flat. I didn't bother going into work at all, I just told them I was ill and I'd be in as soon as possibly. The real reason was I couldn't physically function properly. I looked like shit and I felt even worse than I looked. But I just needed time alone. Time to be someone with no responsibilities for a bit. That's why I moved away. I wanted to just be alone. But now I can't even do that. Ever since Katie came here with Effy and 'her' everything had started to just go to shit. Is it too much to ask to want to be alone? Obviously in Katie's book it is.


Since last week I had recieved over 50 missed calls from Katie. I didn't want to talk to her, she would just rant at me, and be pissed off at Naomi for upsetting me or some shit and then insult me, and really I cannot be fucked with petty arguments. I also got wordless phone calls from Naomi. She rang a few times each day, of course I answered, but on the other end there was nothing. All I heard was just her sniffling, and breathing erratically. It was like breathing had become something that she couldn't master anymore. All I can learn from this is that she was in quite a state. 'I'm glad she's fucked up' was my first thought but really I'm not glad. I feel fucking horrible. I never knew all of this, us, was effecting her that much, to the point where she can't even speak. And she is never normally lost for words.

"You've got to be joking. I'm not going to help run this place."

"I don't get it, why not? You really care about this stuff"

"What stuff?"

"Uh. Equality. Environmentalism. Feminism. I-Don't-Ever-Want-To-Shut-My-Mouth-ism."


After, a week Katie seemed to have got a bit more worried about me. She'd probably been trying to check up on me at work. She started ringing more often, texting. I still ignored her, until she decided to pay a visit to my own home. She probably got my address from work or something, sometimes I hate being a twin. I really do.

"Emily please let me in. I know you don't want to talk to me but this isn't about us. It's about Naomi." Katie hates Naomi, why would she care about her. Fucking hell what does she mean. I only rarely heard Katie speak with genuine concern, and this was one of those rare moments. I gave in a opened my door, being met by a tear stained Katie. What the fuck? Am I in an alternate reality where Katie cares about Naomi Campbell, the dyke, who "jumped" me in college and turned her sister gay? I just looked at my sister, I didn't know what she wanted me to say. I don't even know what I wanted to say, so I just urged her with my eyes to explain what was happening. I wouldn't call it twin telepathy, but I would say that we understand each other.

"Naomi's fucked off somewhere. Me and Eff don't know where she went. Em she was in a fucking state. And I know that Naomi isn't exactly great at dressing herself and shit, but she looked like she had been dragged through multiple hedges backwards, in the dark and then come home and didn't bother looking a mirror to check on her what she looked like. Seriously Em it was like something from a horror film. Tears, running make-up, her hair's shit. I don't know what to do, she went out earlier in the morning but hasn't come back." I just looked at her completely dumb founded. 1) She had just said all of that without taking a breath and 2) Naomi's gone missing and she was completely fucked up. I didn't notice that I'd started crying until I was pulled into a hug from Katie. Fucking hell, what if she's hurt?

"Katie what if she's been hurt? What have I done?" I could hardly get any coherent sentences together but I did manage pathetic rambling full of concern and guilt.

"Pull yourself together Emsy. Come one, we'll go and find her yeah?"

"I know where she is." I just looked at her again. Nothing else needed to be said, she understood that that specific look basically meant 'fuck off. I'll sort this out'.


While I actually ran, to the pond in the park I couldn't help but run every bad situation through my head. Naomi could be hurt? Worse dead. Okay now I'm being over-dramatic. Naomi wouldn't take shit from anyone. What if she had left me, again. What if she had gone back to Bristol. So many fucking "What ifs".

She said she would fight for me. Why the fuck isn't she fighting?


I made it to the park after what I felt was quite an intense work out really and saw her, of course, lying by the pond. It was peaceful there. It was where I went when I needed time to think. Usually though there would be a fuck load of wasters around, it's probably past their bedtimes. She looks so peaceful lying on the grass. I can't help but just watch her, sleeping apparently. She always used to sleep when she was upset, but then again she might just be really tired. Fuck she must be cold. Leicester isn't known for its warm nights. I'm about 5 of my own small steps away from her, just watching, until she slowly begins to stir from her slumber. She seems a bit out of it. She always was when she woke up first thing in the morning, the dozy sod. I loved her for that though, her sleep induced dazes were one of the best things to wake up to. Mainly because it usually ended in her falling off the bed, trying to seduce me. You see, being a Fitch has it's advantages. I have the reflexes of a ninja.

She just gazes at her surrounding, still oblivious to my presence, well as I'm here I might as well make an entrance.

"You know you really shouldn't come out here at night, this park's kind of got a bit of a reputation." I smirk at her, why the fuck not, it is quite amusing. She looks at me, even more lost, she's so sweet when she's got no clue what's going on. Fuck's sake. Control yourself Emily.

"Katie said you'd gone missing for the whole day, so I agreed to help her look for you." I put on a bored look, like this event really didn't matter. Like I hadn't just run her. Like I hadn't possibly thought she might have died. Like I hadn't started to cry when Katie told me that she had gone missing. I pause and just look at her. Analysing her features screw up in confusion and disappointment. I can't be a complete bitch to her, I just can't.

"I knew you'd come here." I need to pause. Catch myself. Make sure I know that what I'm saying now could really change everything just that little, yet substantial bit. "It's peaceful" She knows what I'm referring to, of course she does.

"Emily...I meant what I said, I'm going to fight for you." Somehow my legs have moved me closer to her, and then bent down. As soon as my arse meets the floor I realise what she has just said. I can't meet her eyes. I don't want to see the complete honesty present in her eyes. I know she meant what she said and that is what hurts the most. Why couldn't she have been like this in college? I just take a breath, compose myself, and tell her what she needs to hear.

"Naomi, you don't understand, you don't need to fight for me. You never lost me." And this time I leave. I walk away from her, making sure that my words make an impact.


Later that morning, at a more normal time I decided to text Naomi. I had to check she got back to her hotel. Granted I could have texted Katie, but I didn't. God knows why. That saves so many more complications.

Me: Did you get back to your hotel?

I had an internal debate with myself about the use of kisses at the end, but we really aren't there yet. I then sat for what seemed like forever but was actually only 2 minutes, waiting for a reply.

Naomi: Yeah, I'm back. Ems can we talk?

Shit, shit, shit, shit and SHIT. God Emily get a fucking grip on yourself. We do need to talk. She's right. And we should. But I need to make sure I don't end up getting into a state again. I need to hold myself together. But surely her wanting to talk is a good thing. She wants to sort this out. Why am I getting so nervous about this.

Me: Yeah, meet me at 4 outside the university library? Is that okay?

Her reply was even quicker this time. Fucking hell, I don't think i've been this nervous for a long time.

Naomi: Okay, I'll see you then.

I need to keep telling myself this is good. We need to talk. We've needed to talk for 3 years. Better late than never yeah?


My whole day has now consisted of, sitting, drinking tea, and checking the clock on the computer every few seconds. I knew working in a library could be slow but today was an absolute piss-take. I just wanted to get out and see Naomi, so we could sort this shit out. We had texted throughout the day, just confirming times and exchanging pleasant 'how are you's' and such. To say even the texts seemed awkward was an understatement. It was nice to be able to speak to her again though. Even if everything I said was a lie. "How are you?" "Oh I'm fan-fucking-tastic, it's not like my whole life has been turned upside down now has it?"

Throughout the day I had had twatty little university students pouring in and out of the library, asking for references for books, returning books, taking out books. It's been like piccadilly fucking circus in here. But it kept me busy, and slightly distracted, even though all of my thoughts returned to a certain blonde that I know quite well.


My shift is now officially done. I'm out of here and now moving onto something far more important. My love life. I feel like a giddy teenager all over again. But I'm not that person anymore. I have balls now! Well metaphorically anyway.

Upon meeting the entrance I see her. Beautiful Naomi Campbell. I don't think I've ever seen anyone else who is able to smoke and look gorgeous at the same time. People say smoking isn't attractive...well they obviously haven't witnessed this. Her eyes catch mine, and there's that smirk. The smirk that I would die for, I smile back and head towards feels like a bad soppy movie. Apart from there is now orchestra playing and we aren't on a beach running into each other's arms. So really this is nothing like a movie at all, but I will do anything to take my mind off of the beautiful blonde in front of me.

"I never thought you would be one to work in a library miss Fitch. Nice." Did she just wink at me? What the fuck is going on. But props to her, she did make me smile, the first person to do that today.

Fuck what have I gotten myself into.

I guess this is round 2?

I'm holding onto a fairy-tale, we're moving forward but we're not there yet.

Homesick - A Day to Remember

Like I said at the beginning I'm sorry for the wait, but as I said this week has been a bitch. I have now finished English and tomorrow maths will be over. I don't know when I will be able to update again cos again next week is pretty full on. I hope you will forgive me for the long wait.

I'll try to update as soon as possibly.

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